Darwin was a White Man

Hurry over to Earth…a world where humans rule the land and poison the waters….and are steadily losing the game of mental evolution.
You see, here on this planet, “treasures” are bartered between certain classes of “homo erectus”, while masses of them cry and wail in desperation towards the clear skies, and the other species which have been slaughtered and ignored, the true slaves of the world, evolve in mind until they can read our thoughts, and when the octopus is telepathic as the dolphins already are, then it will crawl out of the sea, and adapt to breathing pure oxygen, and its offspring will advance the size of its myelin fibers, and life will continue to change for all creatures.
Already the Octopi have evolved into color changing beings, and some can crawl out of tanks and stealthily approach a tender human forehead rising and falling jaggedly within the starlights gaze.
A kind of picture show….many consecutive events, telling a story, or a naturally competitive universe, and on planet Earth there was a strange battle indeed.
While other planets around the way were uniting their troops and perfecting their environments, the self-named Earthling s take their sweet time handling the process of civilization construction.
Kit Crason, a young native north American child, was watching the humor of Larry David through a marihuana-filtered lens in a southern Californian condo. This new brand of humor, which was actually recycled shakspearean playwriting propagated through digital televisionary systems, was extremely popular amongst the young upper class, who made fun of the poor through animation musicals and acts performed on stage. But while these fools were exhibiting the same gimmicks over and over, outsmartingthe poor until the poor all attack them, other species evolved slower and steadier, for they knew that the mind game was all that really mattered, and some existed for two hundred and fifty million years, and each year was better…the slow and steady keep winning the race, and the race is not close to over…
Each year was better for some humans as well, in fact every 365 rotations of this planet there was a sort of competition between who could live the fanciest and who would die trying, and many died each year starving. But for those who won the carrot and the donkey prize of life, each moment was a frame in a game-like movie, and the con-man ruled.

Welcome to the dysfunctional dance of stimulus and receptor...

In a context of physicality, this game unravels as a fable because it has already happened, when one does something, one has created a historical moment because everything Is for the first time. It was for precisely this reason that Kit was obsessed with three things, musik, drugs, and sex…
Borne into the modern world from a far more humble land inside the conquered gates of civilization, and although amerika, the most powerful group of humans, the most powerful species on earth, was conquering all that stepped in its path for millions of years, physically, their collective-consciousness evolution was painstakingly slow. Individually, their kind possessed self-aware geniouses like a European named Beethoven and an inventor like tesla, and body masters, such as the athletes Muhammed Ali and Michael Jordan. But they also possessed idiots like Shia Labeuf and Billy Bob Thornton, and many people who ate pounds of fats and carbohydrates while zapping their brains with electrical stimuli. A few scattered humans constituted a group of hopefuls, people who may transform every human as a magnet changes polarity, but these ones were especially vulnerable to human destruction. As one of these hopefuls, Kit watched history through screens and read literature, and was just beginning to learn how to connect his mind to his body. Watching Ali while studying Human Anatomy, a northern Californian rapper leaking out of speakers, Kit saw that the best way to attack something is to perfect your biggest elements first, the muscles of the leg, and onward to the single neurons of your body. He was to become a fighting telepathic musician, through study, practice and meditation.
This basic step would take Kit beyond the other animals around him, those who could only operate in duality, reacting to stimulus mechanically and thinking about it afterwards. Very few Human s understand the laws of land.
And very few animals wasted time on land.