EARTH

Once upon a time, there was a small, completely unremarkable planet named EARTH. This small and unremarkable planet was inhabited by even smaller, even more unremarkable animals, who were nonetheless amazing in their own ways. Animals that crawled. Animals that flew. Animals that lived inside other animals. Animals that ate other animals. Animals that did nothing else but grow and grow for thousands of years, and other animals that were born only to eat once, fuck once, and then die at the end of the day, their biological purpose fulfilled. Amazing, but altogether insignificant. This small blue planet--blue not because it burns at upwards of 45,000 degrees Fahrenheit (like some stars), but because, curiously, it was covered almost entirely by liquid water. This was curious because one of the more particularly insignificant animals on this planet was not an aquatic animal--although it had the capacity to swim, and often did so for recreation during the hotter period's of the planet's year. Additionally, this animal required water in order to sustain life, one of the few traits it had in common with its fellow animals. This animal wasn't particularly large or beautiful (although it was awfully bright), nor did it live very long. No, what made this remarkable about this otherwise insignificant animal is that it thought it was special. It thought it had a purpose. This animal like to call itself man.

Our story concerns two such men. One man was foolish, but thought himself wise. The other was wise, but thought he was foolish. Our story begins on the day these men will die.