Darwin’s theorem, stripped to its barest implication: survival is adaptation, not grandeur. The mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex, apex predator, succumbed to external forces beyond its control—cosmic, environmental, unpredictable. The humble chicken, descendant of such ferocity, evolved by not needing the fangs of terror, but the capacity to survive through human domestication. The crisis of power is not its collapse but its transformation. Weakness prevails when it adapts to dependency, mastery from subtlety. The chicken’s existence whispers that domination is fleeting, but persistence—through mutation and miniaturization—outlasts the roar of even the mightiest rulers. Power is an illusion; survival is the truth.