What is life?
It is just a game of nature,
Played with every creature,
But they are only a caricature.
Time acts as a dutiful referee,
But the players do not often see,
The end game, for it is deceptive,
So they play along with glee.
Mutations act as strikers,
Hunger and disaster as defenders,
The fittest players survive,
To hit the goal of passing on the genes.
The game is not so boring,
Playing it involves solving,
An intricate peculiar puzzle,
The human mind!
To solve this mystery, travel back in time,
Watch the pearl forming in the oyster,
Observe the developing consciousness,
Discover the treasure.
The game has its share of fun,
Take part in the dance of seduction,
Orchestrated by time and evolution,
Enjoy the opera of natural selection!
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