Human consciousness arose but a minute before midnight on the geological clock. Yet we mayflies try to bend an ancient world to our purposes, ignorant perhaps of the messages buried in its long history. Let us hope that we are still in the early morning of our April day.
~Stephen Jay Gould
Music, Clutch - Ghost The leather soles go shuffling in, Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin. Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost? The wooden coffer hand to hand. Kind words are offered, silent prayers. But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at t
he roast. The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve. The sons of Cain receive no reprieve. The creditor rides with his men. The death of debtors he won't forgive. They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter's field he lies. The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve. The sons of Cain receive no reprieve. Wai
ting for a dead man's shoes. Have you heard the latest news? Lazarus is back from the dead looking as one would expect. Dripping with the waters of Sheol. Babbling about body and soul. And Then he found his wife in their bed buck naked and already wed. The tax collector beneath his sheets. The door
swings open. Floorboards creak. Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost? The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve. The sons of Cain receive no reprieve.

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