A couple of days ago I watched a documentary about chimpanzees on TV.

I was surprised how they commiserated with other chimpanzees.

I was excited by the fact that they helped each other, distributed food in an even fashion, cared for babies and the sick.

They say that we share 98.4% of DNA with them.

Is it possible that only 1.6% of the difference between us caused all the monstrous traits that we now call revolutionary? 

Then it turns out that evolution is only a euphemism for all human stupidities piled up over the centuries.

I turned off the TV–one of the gifts of evolution–and spent the night awake thinking of 98.4% and 1.6% in the sphere of statistical error.

In the morning, I went to work, sleepy and raggedy, brandishing a shaggy mane and violaceous, prominent circles under my eyes.

"Would you look at yourself! Why, you look just like some kind of a monkey!" a colleague told me.

"Thanks." I answered briefly, absently scratching my reddened bum.

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A/N: Music theme song: Gorillaz: "Clint Eastwood."