Take the skull of a creature that lived, swum, walked or flew and look closely. The bone is webbed with cracks. Some show the join between the plates of the head, beak or jaw. Others are fine and meander like a forgotten thought. Inside the skull are soft curving lines where the brain sat with a soft tracing of mind. Cracks and lines that cleave together and apart. Fine fractures making visible the impact of a life. As a living creature it was surviving, adapting and dying in its environment and so are we. Evolution follows no predestined shining path of descent. The paths branch back and forth, meandering ending, passing, withering and rejoining. The past is still passing across an infinitely complex map of life with no destination marked humanity.