Extinction
I spoke to the dodo the other day,
He seemed upset to be the last.
Not knowing why he was the only
one to survive. I asked him
for some advice on what I
should learn to do to live as long
as he had. He said our
survival is not marked by what
we can do, but what we can resist.
26 Dec 1990
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