The Questions Remain Unanswered

I stare at the massive collection of your bones, meticulously organized to paint your image, and I’m struck with further curiosity:

Did you wreak havoc like you are portrayed in the movies? Has your reputation been tarnished by the data collected by modern science?

I read the placard that describes things such as your diet, and where you once roamed, but I want to know more:

What did the world look like back then? Did you live in constant fear or exist in harmony?

I stand in your footprint, and gather that you were enormous in size, but I still have so many questions:

Would we have been able to coexist? If you were here today, would you be able to survive in these conditions?

What I’d give to know you better.