An English In Kentucky



















May 24th 2009

    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 grass.

    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 thing." 

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