Horses.

You know what’s the problem with the ideas? The second one always comes in hordes. Which one to pick?! None. Of course! Keep starring after that white winged unicorn, that’s not there, but you know, his at the end of the rainbow, right next to the pot with gold. And guess who’s the Leprycon? You are, ‘cause then, that would be something to write about. See, the greatest stories come from dots, from the simplicity of life. Why would you complicate yourself with so many thoughts all of a sudden? One at a time, mortal. Make it right, savor the moment, enjoy it, breath it, smell it, live it. Nevertheless, learn from it. We went from molecules to bacteria, from fishes to amphibians, from dinosaurs to birds and apes. From real predators to this idiotic beings incapable of so many things for the short years we have laid ahead. But then, for these hundreds of millions of years, we have denied our perfect shape of defense and attack; we have let go to our claws and shells and went for the extraordinary: The Man. The being capable of ALL. Our all forms during this last seconds of The Universe’s Calendar, have been compiled into one vast superior stuff. Not a scepter with which our kings used to rule, nor a relic of great value, but an organ, a multitude of connections, a way by which everything becomes possible. Nevertheless, the brain. And here you are, on the wrong side of enjoyment of your years of evolution and, even greater, the years laid ahead. These minutes, this very second – which you have lost, reader.