-customers needing to use a public stall are kept waiting indefinitely; because a fellow member of the same species, won’t leave his ‘private’ stall since he would be abandoning his own universe. A universe where others do not have their own needs interfering in the worlds of a t-zombie.

Too complicated? (Hmmmmm)

Then, Wake-Up! You zombies are not the only living things in the world. Who do you think invented and made the toy you are taking so seriously?

            The customers in the Aboriginal Rugbybar, cheer their protective student ‘bouncers’. Buying drinks for the pair, once they’ve tossed the evolutionary failure out on to the sidewalk. Who appears unaware of his “outer-reality” as he stays focused upon his entertainment- or in his unevolved mind, his universe. Another example that led astronomers to considering the possibility that this universe we all share is not the only one.

            Professor Graham can be seen standing back from his cartooning addition to the evolutionary timeline, grinning widely at his fun.

            Perhaps stand-up comedians from the 20th Century were right, they who suggested that God/Supreme Being/Universal Mind was actually one of them- a stand-up comedian looking down upon this creation, rubbing his chin while laughing out loud (heard throughout millions of galaxies here) at this creation’s activities. Not teachers or professors but those of students who have such a truly difficult time in accepting that other life forms exist outside of themselves.

            Which leads us back 40,000 years to the original bureaucrat, still wet and trembling, pulling out from beneath this prehistoric “desk” a stack of flattened pelts- dried skins actually. He takes the top piece and places it where the “axe” once lain. Now curious, the tall customer watches with the focused attention caveman hunters often used when observing the behaviors of their next meal. His colleague behind the table points a stubby left hand at the flattened hide just lain before the statuesque client. Leaning towards the pelt “sheet”, the tall patron bends over to get a close look. He sees a series of brown symbols covering the skin. What they represent or mean draws the Neanderthal’s mind closed. He looks back into the bulging brown eyes across from him. Points his large free left hand at the pelt’s symbols. Then slowly, and deeply, growls a sound (an early version of “what’s this?”).