This quest, this need, to solve life's mysteries. In the end, what does it matter when the
human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They're here. Among us. In
the shadows. In the light. Everywhere. Do they even know yet?
We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate.
But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger than
ourselves bid us our direction. Is it evolution that takes us by the hand? Does science point
our way? Or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?
For all his bluster, it is the sad province of Man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can
only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes. Hoping that he'll have the
courage to answer.
This force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of
life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you have served its
needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew.
When evolution selects its agents, it does so at a cost. It makes demands in exchange for
singularity. And you may be asked to do something against your very nature. Suddenly, the
change in your life that should have been wonderful comes as a betrayal. It may seem
cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation. Survival.
Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers. How is this happening? What are
they? Why them and not others? Why now? What does it all mean?
When a change comes, some species feel the urge to migrate. They call it Zugunruhe. A pull
of the soul to a far-off place. Following a scent in the wind, a star in the sky. The ancient
message comes, calling the kindred to take flight and gather together. Only then can they
hope to survive the cruel season to come.
Evolution is an imperfect and often violent process. A battle between what exists and what is