J. Robert King

For a hundred milennia, we have hunted here.
Bison, elk, sloth, woolly rhino–all have fallen before us.
Our spears bite from an arm’s throw away.
Nothing can survive us.
Nothing but them–these skinny, strange ones, these ones who eat bugs and eels and leaves and fish and anything they can get into their mouths. They look like us, but they do [...]

Have you seen them? They are so beautiful! They are alive before we are born, and they are still alive when we die. They have skin like stone and can crush our bodies with the slightest touch.
Beneath that skin, though, runs life. Taste of it once, and you can live forever, can send your children [...]