O earth, behold, Charles has morphed the truth into a monstrous fable. His disciples in tow have stooped before this premise and hunched men to embrace the same. But grave is this fall from prudence, and graver still is ‘the descent of man.’ For has he—the crown of my creation—not plummeted so deeply as to presume the starfish was once a star that fell from the sky? Has he not plunged so low as to suppose the seahorse galloped out of the seas to become the stallion?
2Ah, man has grown infantile indeed; he has become so puerile he asserts that lifeless matter and mindless chance authored and evolved life-forms in their ranks and phyles. He has waxed so vain he avows that the fish wobbled out of the sea to become the hippo which then hurtled back into the ocean to become the whale.
3Oh, tragic is this fall from light, O earth; yet, the end to man’s slide is still not in sight—the reason their poet scoffed, saying: ‘Man was created a little lower than the angels and has been getting a little lower ever since.’
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