We are most unique.
Never underestimate the humans, or so we say.
Our cowboy and tall poppy do seek
impossible odds we love to play.
We are barely alive,
yet start a race.
Would we survive
meeting another in space.
Stephen says we can’t,
the odds are for a fool.
But if they are advanced,
aren’t they peaceful, too?
Evolution shows us variety honed
on the edge of the cruel sword.
But survival means more than today alone.
Celebrate the one and the many for the most reward.
Would we be valuable
enough to keep around,
enough to be exceptional,
enough to astound?
Take the chance,
though the odds are heavy pressure.
Perhaps learn more of the dance
to meet as equals instead of the lesser.
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