One saga of ascent runs this way.
Shrinking forest forced our ancestors onto the Savannah. It happened
too quickly for those necessary physical adaptations that might have given
us claws and big teeth or a stomach with sufficient capacity to digest
We survived by belonging to mutual protection, being
part of a group. Driven to help each other, think about each other,
find words for each other, sacrifice for each other. Build pictures
of each other that ascended shape and form to become courage, loyalty and
the plethora of expression allied to what some still think is the noble
side of humans.
The city in us changed many things. Masters of
the world now rarely expect to fund the noble side from within
themselves. They grasp how easily they might find or promote it in
others. "Greed," they keep their secret, "is
efficient." And the soldiers go off to war.
I think I have been naive in my expectations.
Sometimes I can understand why. I put it down to the empty slate I
once might have been and on to this empty slate I was written. Here, I
accept that my naivety follows from my own foolishness, even though
sometimes I might call it 'fewer brain cells'.
Another mind could be seduced by the idea of a
fall. That descent from Eden. Tempting as this idea might be, I
remain a material thing, and because 'creative is', the notion of ascent and
fall assumes an understanding of tomorrow that it has no right to, nor evidence
of. And here, perhaps, my naivety follows from a sleeping sickness in
my dreams which has been cured with a cudgel.
But recently I have come to think that I am just a
primitive in the amalgam of people, less blessed in the matter of heritage,
a genetic remnant. Which, for the happy home maker, "is a good