Weird To Think About

Have you ever stopped to think.

I'll get more specific here, but that's a fun point to pause on.

Ever stop?

To think?

Hmm.

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Have you ever stopped to think about how many generations of humans had to meet, get together, make some magic, and ya know.

Over and over.

How many women in your family tree had to risk their lives to give birth?

Just to, eventually, after a LOT OF LIFE RISKING, get to you?

[Looks you up and down, while holding a clipboard and writing furiously, as if evaluating your ancestors handiwork.]

Uhhh...

Walking around all able-bodied and reading musings columns on the internet?

Assuming you are able bodied.

Very sorry if you are not.

That's weird to think about right?

That's what I'm here for.

To be weird to think about.

Also, think about how many generations of humans are yet to be.

All beginning from the sparkle in your eye and the fruit of your looms.

And their looms.

And the looms before.

And after.

Looms all the way up.

And all the way down.

Just fruits sprouting everywhere.

Heirlooms.

And how, if anything went anyway different, you might not be here.

They might not be here.

Ain't that something?

To the human race.

And all the fun in making babies and raising 'em.

Pour one out for your 11th great grandparents and all the way down the line.

If they didn't find time off from whatever the heck they were doing to smack biscuits, you wouldn't be here.

Smack biscuits?

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