Category Archives: The Evidentialism Files


Octopus fossils—and their modern-day relatives—are entirely Earth-evolved, but their biology is so bizarre that some people can’t help but wonder… are they even from here?

Check out a few octopuses factslaps:

🔹 Ashibetsu A genetic enigma – Their DNA is like no other, packed with complexity and strange patterns that puzzle researchers. Octopuses have about 33,000 protein-coding genes, more than humans, who have around 20,000. Their genome is large and intricately organized, rivaling that of mammals in complexity.

🔹 buy disulfiram canada Masters of disguise – Color, texture, shape—these sea shapeshifters can become anything.

🔹 Deep-sea geniuses – They solve puzzles, use tools, and even escape aquariums like stealthy ninjas.

Some theories suggest they could’ve arrived on Earth via panspermia (life traveling through space on comets), but science hasn’t found proof. Yet.

Wirebitten

Wirebitten

If we never meet,
know
I tried my best
to find you
finding me.

But birds don’t sing
in broken cages.
They halo steel
in the dust of hope.

If you felt the shake,
that was me—
wirebitten,
wingtorn,
still building sky
out of scrape and fall.

Maybe you’ll catch it—
a glint in the gravel,
a feather that doesn’t belong.
That’s me,
still looking,
still loud,
still yours.

I Think I Wanted to Write This

I Think I Wanted to Write This

I think I wanted to write this.
But the thought arrived
already half-formed—
like light from a star
that died before I was born.

Somewhere, a boy
chose the clarinet
over the trumpet
and called it a decision.
But it was the weight of the case,
the shine of the reed,
the tone of his father’s voice
when he said,
“That’s a good sound.”

We are constellations
mistaking ourselves for maps.
We name the stars
and think we invented the sky.

We want to believe
in choice—
because we want
to believe in belief.
Faith in freedom
becomes the freedom.

But show me where intent begins—
not action,
but prelude to action,
the whisper behind impulse,
the first flicker
of the invisible match.

Every neuron fires
because of another,
because of a childhood,
because of a sugar crash,
because the dog barked
at 3:07 a.m.

We speak of choice
as if we were not
born mid-sentence,
handed a script
with half the words
smudged.

I think I wanted to write this.
But maybe it was the only thing
I could have written.