Change is a constant, know that or forget it, happens...

A couple magazines were talking about Darwin and Evolution, and one was trying to shout that Man was still evolving. Don't think the writer meant I was close to becoming an Angel, but I was better than my Grandfather and the long ago Great-greats. No truth in that, Man changes his environment to meet his physical needs, not dies off because the long haired men kept getting their locks caught by trees as they sped cross-country on ATVs, and all the high and tight or skin heads fathered all the children of our future. According to evolution, only vacuum breathers can go into space and colonize the Moon, none of us that have to drag oxygen need to apply.

Sure, they may have something with evolution, those that no longer have to hunt and gather twenty miles a day, seven days a week forever no longer have to think they will die off before forty-five when their teeth are ground down or fallen out and they can't eat enough. The NEW MEN will be able to eat lots of calories, exercise very little, and think only deviously and just interact with digital representations of storm and angst. They will be fathering the future of our society - oops! forgot the mad rush to sire children, doesn't seem to be happening - seems children have become and inconvenient truth (one has to raise them - too trying, sigh). Don't worry, there are sperm banks, the future is assured. Now you too can offer your genes to the pool of embryonic stem cell research, improving the species by the latest little gods, Science and Medicine. Wasn't there some kind of prohibition against offering your children up on altars to false gods - some long ago fantasy, I do read too much and it is getting tougher on those little letters.

Don't worry, folks, if I get bowflex I can be forty-one, in the best shape of my life and playing in a rock band. Or so I have been told.

Actually, I need to do the right stuff, for the animal that I am, since I am evolved, thank you Mom and Dad. This is self motivation and boring. Measure, devotions, exercise, eat simple, learn, work and create, love, dry fire daily, run that heart rate up in maximum sustainable pumping for thirty minutes or more, prepare to die for the evolution of the better of the species, and avoid doctors or medications that will cause weird things to happen for over four hours (now if you find a warm, breathing bundle of joy that can do that - hang on!). Got to go, life calls me, I will not become the future of humanity - I adapt to change so badly, the government doesn't have a bail this boy out policy. Obama (President Obama) can't get a couple thousand folks in Washington DC to agree on a cure for what ails the economy - and there are over three hundred million Americans (who are the economy) waiting for salvation. I can't wait - there is a Trusty Triumph in the garage that needs to roll out, a library in a prison that needs opened and a real lovely lady that will talk to me tonight as I fail to adapt... to change.