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One (Of A Kind)
A telescopic and microscopic look in the mirror
117 billion people have ever lived on planet Earth. Ballpark figure.
That covers the past 192,000 years. Give or take a century.
And that number includes everyone of the 8 billion living today.
You are one.
I am one.
A man. Born of woman. As all humans are.
If my father and mother were not driven by Mother Nature to make the beast-with-two-backs creating the opportunity of that one particular sperm joining that one particular egg — then the Earth would never-ever-whatsoever have had this particular me that was yielded to walk its surface, to present you with this distinct perspective.
The millions of sperm siblings that did not get to be something like me, yet very different, pout.
The earliest photo of me—pre-word-formation—has this deer-in-headlights dazed look. And yet the expression clearly speaks: what the hell is all this I’ve stumbled into?
Nobody around me really knew—they were winging it, all just going along with the show already in progress when they arrived.
I’m a man.
An old man in fact.
