When you accept worst case scenarios,
you are free to fight and kill ... if necessary.
You are untethered as Neanderthals could ever have been,
my brave, hairy ancestors who painted on cavernous walls,
the critters they hunted, in whose skins they dressed,
of whose animals spirits they must have been somewhat curious
as they ravaged the beastly sinew.
This in art
is the power of fatalism.
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