Goddess of Evolution — The Origin Story
She has no name.
Darwin and Lamarck only gave her borrowed ones.
When the molten Earth cooled enough
for the first trembling molecule to split in two,
she was already there—
the first being to hold close
the one that survived “just a little longer.”
For 4.6 billion years,
she has changed her shape without rest.
When gills gasped for air,
when wings shivered for the first time,
when a tiny mammal crawled out
from the ash of the asteroid night—
she pushed its back,
lent it wind,
and whispered its future.
She has never been merely gentle.
She erased 99.9% of life,
kissed the remaining 0.1%,
and commanded:
“Become something more beautiful.”
Destruction and creation—
both are simply the soft forms of her evolution.
When humans appeared,
she felt as if she had finally seen a mirror.
In the gaps of our DNA,
she still hides, breathing lightly.
The Goddess of Evolution is not a creator.
She is the possibility of what comes next.
When we hold a fossil,
we feel her gaze from the other side of the stone—
always asking the same question:
“And you… how will you change?”
Even now,
she dreams of new wings
in the shapes our descendants will leave behind.
TARO MIZUSHIMA 