Adaptability

Murderers came to my home,

brought the fire and stone.

To their surprise,

I was sweating ice,

laughing at their terror

they realized the error

of underestimating

human evolution and adaptability.

Imagine for a while with me, that the world's axes would spin like the head of an alcoholic for a few centuries. How would you know how to dress? Arctic weather would be dancing slowly around, every morning could be beautiful winter or beautiful summer. Plants would die, unable to adapt their delicate chlorophyll-soaken bodies to the new rave dance of reality. And animals would follow, baking or freezing themselves to death.

This is an extreme condition.

Even humans, which apparently excelled in the adaptation so far would not stand a chance.

Yet I must look at our evolution and sigh in awe - how far we have come, how far will we go? We are devastating, egoistical bunch, not paying respect for our cradle that is the Earth. But despite all odds, we're surviving on the massive scale. Our technologies are stimulated by the challenge that life could end any time and our glorious history would be laughing stock for the aliens of some sort. I am exaggerating a lot. Let it be inspiration for us and let's compromise our bravado with the needs of other living forms here or anywhere else.