Revolutions are hard and complicated to win. Devolutions are much simpler, since they involve bowing to the natural disorder of things. Decay is a part of life, or well, the opposite of life. So take that bowl of chowder and leave it in the sun, let it stew and change colors, aromas. Let it turn from expensive appetizer to award-winning middle school science project to biological warfare that you need a hazmat sleeve around your ladle just to stir.
You see, being a revolutionary involves lots of hard work. To devolve, you just have to leave yourself out in the sun. Become an immovable object, learn the differences between egress and ingress. While you’re at it, research “egret,” since the bird ends up coming in conversations between two parties at a standstill searching for the proper word.
But words are overrated. Devolutionary acts aren’t done with aplomb at all. We need to forget reason, forget empathy, even forget language. Grunting and shrieking, howling and freaking, that’s the mark of a healthy devolution.
Instead of focusing on the next level of homo sapiens, let’s throw it in reverse and make our way through the devolutionary highway. All the way back to single cell organisms hanging onto their atoms for dear life.
Sit back, do nothing, and devolve.
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