How would it feel to be 200 years old? What kind of image would people have of yourself, of your work, of your thoughts, your history? How would they recall you, how many seconds would you be worth, how many words or ideas? Second thought: how would you perceive yourself after two centuries? Or maybe how would you have been 200 years ago and how would you have dared to challenge society's "common sense"? So many circular questions grew into heavy snowballs tonight, waiting to be thrown with preciseness at our winy brains... Happy Birthday, Mr. Darwin!
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