Just about every book of nursery rhymes with the Humpty Dumpty poem shows an anthropomorphic egg sitting on an imposing partition before ending up as a shattered shell and soon-to-be-omelet at the foot of the wall. Lies!
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I have an XY chromosome pair. I say this only as a fact. When I consider the species to which I belong, I can’t help but wonder what possible use the 50-ish percent of us with that particular genetic trait have other than to provide a necessary component for procreation?
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