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Pouter, tumbler, and fantail are from the same source;
The racer and hack may be traced to one Horse;
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Pouter, tumbler, and fantail are from the same source;
The racer and hack may be traced to one Horse;
So men were developed from monkeys of course,
Which nobody can deny.
The reason why the universe is eternal is that it does not live for itself; it gives life to others read more
The reason why the universe is eternal is that it does not live for itself; it gives life to others as it transforms
The stream of tendency in which all things seek to fulfill the
law of their being.
The stream of tendency in which all things seek to fulfill the
law of their being.
A fire-mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jellyfish and a saurian,
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A fire-mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jellyfish and a saurian,
And caves where the cavemen dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty,
And a face turned from the clod--
Some call it Evolution,
And others call it God.
We seem to exist in a hazardous time,
Driftin' along here through space;
Nobody knows just when read more
We seem to exist in a hazardous time,
Driftin' along here through space;
Nobody knows just when we begun,
Or how fur we've gone in the race.
Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and
accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the read more
Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and
accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe
loves nothing so much as to change the things which are, and to
make new things like them.
Children, behold the Chimpanzee;
He sits on the ancestral tree
From which we sprang in ages gone.
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Children, behold the Chimpanzee;
He sits on the ancestral tree
From which we sprang in ages gone.
I'm glad we sprang: had we held on,
We might, for aught that I can say,
Be horrid Chimpanzees to-day.
Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm,
Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form:
Mounts from her read more
Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm,
Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form:
Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame,
And soars and shines, another and the same.
There was an ape in the days that were earlier,
Centuries passed and his hair became curlier;
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There was an ape in the days that were earlier,
Centuries passed and his hair became curlier;
Centuries more gave a thumb to his wrist--
Then he was a Man and a Positivist.