Man: A History in First Person

When I was very young,
I created fire.
I created rock tools,
and the wheel.
When I was in my teens,
I learned agriculture,
and made gods that ruled
everything I did.
When I was middle aged,
I discovered that there is
only one god, and that
he hadn’t created everything.
I discovered evolution.
But now I am old and senile.
I’ve just created a new toy.
People tell me its dangerous,
and that it might kill me.
But it makes such a pretty cloud
when I throw it to the ground.

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