The fight for life started long before we were born. The odds were incredible. Hundreds of thousands of possible gene combinations, and you were the successful one. Many of you were murderers. You absorbed your twins. Your parents never knew, and you never knew either, but in the beginning there were two, maybe even four of you. You murdered them all. You thought they were gone forever, but part of their genetic material influenced you. There are impulses you have that you can’t explain. A strange patch of skin that isn’t quite the same shade as the rest. A single hair that grows in the wrong direction. These are the only things that remain of your twin.
When you are feeling lonely, remember this: before you were even born you murdered the one person who would have understood you.