Monday October 31st 2011 Tim Candler
A time comes when a mind
asks what it was that drove members of my species from the somnolence of
perpetual warmth to those places on earth which fall into the category
of containing winter. Were we once that furry and well blubbered,
I wonder, or have we always been preoccupied by clothing and foot wear
and a restless fascination with other heating or warming devices.
It is one of those questions
that usually produces excitable answers about the genius of our species, its
ability to adapt and make things, our curiosity, our magnificence and so on.
We didn't just sit there waiting for Saber-Toothed Tiger to make breakfast
out of us. And it's strange how proud we are of these capacities. Yet I am
beginning to think Eden with its Apple and Snake a better and better
explanation for them.