Nature, red in tooth and claw
When I signed up for the Truth Laid Bear ecosystem, I did it for the laughs. Likening the forms of life in the blogosphere to the Linnaean classification system and the Great Chain of Being (both which I had to learn about in some detail--and even, in the case of the former, laboriously memorize--way back when) gave me a chuckle.
But I'm not chuckling now (oh, well, maybe just a little bit). Because it turns out this is a heavy responsibility, and hard work not to slide back down the slippery slope.
Not that anyone cares but me, and I'm not sure how much even I care, but still--how often in life does one receive such a quantitative and seemingly objective rating of one's rank and station? I started out an Insignificant Microbe or Lowly Insect or whatever it was I started out as. But now, thanks to a few gracious links, for one brief shining moment I've crawled out of the primordial slime (at least partially) to reach the relatively exalted rank of Crawly Amphibian.
But I'd ascended before, only to fall. I hadn't realized when I signed up for that thing that you're only as good as your last weeks' stats. I had slithered up in the Truth Laid Bear world before, and yet it had taken only a week of slothfulness to ooze back down again to Lowly Insect.
It's a jungle out there.