This day is turning out to be strange. People. Animals: reacting to each-other as we're all swarming around in our tight comb. Every second we're fighting off the urge of our animal selves to rip each-other's throats out with our teeth and nails. Because, in order to survive here, at this density, we can't be erupting into monkey fights over every minute squabble over space. We are domesticating ourselves in order to survive. Becoming docile and peaceful in our very dna as a direct result of our evolution (when violent people die young, they're less likely to breed.) Yet even as we domesticate our dna strand by strand, the animal dna is still whispering in our ears, boiling our blood and keeping us on our toes. It lashes out, marking its territory and fights over food. It lusts for a mate and gets in bar fights. It also has a desire to be close to the earth, to toil and harvest. And, above all, to love.
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