a reply to: Lysergic
That's actually the correct answer I think.
If a chickens great, great... Great grandmother was a Trex and it's great, great... granddaughter is who knows what.
Then naming it a chicken now seems kinda silly.
Although against my point, the changes will be so slow that in a few million years when they are talking and building machinery we will still be
calling them chickens.
I solved this one back when I was a kid; No one ever said where the egg came from, and dinosaurs were laying eggs long before chickens came along,
it's an easy one, lol
many ovoviviparous animals preceded the humble chicken.
In a way single celled life operates somewhat like an egg, in that it encapsulated genetic material.
on this basis, I would argue that the egg came first.
Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated
By the heat of fear and love
The self's coagulated
Egg, egg, egg, egg...
Boiling hard in euphemism
Slowly becoming part of the water
Like a frog who never knows
The jacuzzi's getting hotter
Blah blah, blah blah...
How'd you know I was looking at you
If you weren't looking at me?
A stagnant pale perfume
Conceived to block the pores
The clotting glands encroach
The endless comfort of a mom
Deep inside my tanning salon
Wishing life was poached
I can't seem to differentiate
Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take
I just want to fertilize you
Blah blah, blah blah...
The cracks finally appear
Release cholesterol tears
The flooded cyst drains itself of pus
The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk
So as she drives she'll close her eyes
Feel it warming up inside
Oh an egg comes out of a chicken
Oh a chicken comes out of an egg
Oh an egg comes out of a chicken
Oh a chicken comes out of an egg
Oh an egg comes out of a chicken
Oh a chicken comes out of an egg
Oh an egg comes out of a chicken
Oh a chicken comes out of an egg