Species (n.) is just a slowing of the tempo of growth for a long time so small continuations are not noticed.
A Species (n.) is merely a phase of evolution in which the evolution is not visible because it is in a period of slowness.
A Species (n.) does not grow more perfect, rather it grows weaker. The weak, being more numerous and more clever, continually dominate the strong (who become so strong that they abandoned mind as unnecessary).
The Species's (n.) preservation sometimes demands that even the most harmful man may really be the most useful.
The Species (n.) is everything, one is always none, and so the individual, incapable of doing it harm or good, is fated to live in a laughable state of ultimate liberation and irresponsibility.
The Species (n.) is preserved by the strongest and most evil spirits in that, again and again it has been the evil spirits that re-awaken the passions (of comparison, of contradiction, agonism, of the pleasure in what is new, daring, untried) that were going to sleep, for all ordered society puts the passions to sleep.
A Species (n.) only expresses that many similar creatures appear at once and their change slows for a while — an equilibrium that breeds the false notion that evolution has reached a goal.