Fable

There won't ever be any documents, any archive that will stand the test of time, biologically speaking. All that we have as any semblance of a legacy is our own species, the one thing we create that will last and biologically speaking we are working against horrible, horrible odds. This is why it's so sad when the last of a species dies, a one-in-a-million chance lost forever. It's sad when someone is forgotten.

It's amazing what an animal will do when it thinks nobody is watching... how an animal will behave with no one there to fuck with it.

Did you know:
Back when, man and animal were able to speak a common language.
Then man betrayed animal and the bond was broken.
Man was cursed not only to be stranded amongst his own hairless kind,
but to forget, and to someday believe himself humble,
mistaking his deficiency for superiority
as he scrutinized his own flawed mirror image.
And indeed, the animals weren't trying to punish man;
they felt no bitterness or anger;
it was simply that to look us in our eyes
would cause unbearable sorrow.
Now it is said that for each of us who has forgotten,
there is an animal that we will one day look in the eyes
who will remind us of everyone we have turned our backs on.

This story is a part of our common heritage, a shared memory that we all own but seldom recognize.
This is something I've always known but it took me this long to remember it.