Survivors   We make our own rules. “The image of God,” we call ourselves. “The measure of all things.” We complicate our lives and call it modern, we look in the mirror and see kings and queens, the crown of creation, the star atop the Christmas tree of life on Earth. Aren’t we special! And haven’t we come far since our expulsion from Eden! Rebirth — we did it once, and we’ll do it again! We build temples to celebrate our whys and wherefors — where we’re going, where we’ve been. We named ourselves homo sapiens, the wise ones, survivors — but who are we kidding? We killed all the other hominids.     © Michael Fleming Williamsville, Vermont November 2021