I know who I am and whence I came.
I floated in primordial oceans and swam in archaic seas.
I wiggled from ancient ooze onto dry land.
I fought unceasingly to survive, to live one more day.
I became small and could hide from the great killing stone and its all- consuming fires
To survive, to live one more day.
More slowly than slow, I grew larger and stood upright and began to know,
But my spirit still floats in primordial oceans, still swims archaic seas.