I don’t know what to say this week except this: about one point eight billion years ago your ancestors, and mine, and those of this dog sleeping here and the fly landing annoyingly on my right hand as I type, the ancestors of all of us in this room were all the same ancestor, a single cell (or more likely a small, possibly coopera…
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