On a cosmological, evolutionary scale, we are the descendants. We as a species have evolved, so we believe. But hey! If longevity is the goal, there is no need to cerebrate, is there? We go ashes to ashes, they go slime to slime.
We were told to grow up, to evolve, to become some sort of better. Maybe there is no reason to become an adult. Constantly chasing the fountain of youth. How about never sipping from the cracked mug of age?
We are in control. We can hunt, imprison, harvest, eat and kill. What a short sighted understanding of the universe.
So many cycles. Humans, what they call civilization and the artifacts made by generations that have lived aeons before and continue to live on through us. Another cycle. What walks on four legs, then on two, then on three? How beautiful it is to believe to have solved the riddle of who we are and where our strength appears to come from. Still, our own individual existences and what lay beneath so often evade our grasp. Yet, another cycle. From mucus to flesh, evolutionarily speaking. From ganglia to cerebrum. We come from the slug. One day
it will feed on us again. The plants that grow from the nutrients our bodies will dissolve into some day. A slug, a snail will come and feed. Ashes to ashes, slime to slime. No need to cerebrate.