Eve fucking up by Albrecht Duerer
I’m sitting at a table with a group of friends*, sipping
some boring non-alcoholic stuff and listening to stories about how other people
mess up.
And it strikes me** that this is what humans do and this is what they
are: a species that botches up.
The tiger dashes efficiently to catch up with its prey
and gets satisfied; the whale endures Atlantic storms, successfully breeds and
retires to the bottom of the ocean having accomplished its mission; the
elephant makes black kids and white adults gasp in wonder and walks away, fulfilled, to a discreet death; the bird flies perfectly over the Mediterranean to happily lay an egg and hatch chicks somewhere in Lubelszczyzna Interior and then ends up as an eagle's meal, which is more than it ever dreamed of; the man makes effectively a lot of fuss, produces plenty of noise and leaves behind heaps of mess.
Because this is Homo Sapiens’s differentia specifica: starting with Eve, this is what we do: fuck up.
*They've all fucked up.
**I keep fucking up.
***And you... never mind.
