Darwin ponders the question of just how many drivers does it take to operate a forklift? Operate poorly, he adds. By his count, four would be the correct number here. One to steer, two to ride side-saddle, and one to bail off the rear thereby nearly getting his genomes crushed. Thankfully, number four had a bit of the crabbing, scrabbling gene which barely allowed his two most important jewels to survive.
Natural selection deems that some individuals serve as a warning to others. Who are we to disagree? The next generation, ever and anon, is descended from the survivors
