I think too much; it’s what I do.

When you think too much, you need to keep thinking of new things to think about, which takes up a good portion of your thinking time.

I was thinking the other day just how much we’re in our infancy as the dominant species in charge of the planet and I thought of a way to express this within a perspective, which we can all relate to in our own frame of reference.

A generation is accepted as twenty-years, so if you were sixty, you could have a child that was forty, with a child of twenty, who could be a parent as well. So that’s four generations, all alive at one time.

If you agree that 20 years is one generation, then 100 generations is 2000 years, which takes us nearly back to the time Jesus was allegedly strolling around Galilee. It’s the frame of reference we use every day in our modern, western dates; it’s 2006 AD right now.

2000 years may seem like a tremendously lengthy time period; in the scheme of the universe it is less than a blink of an eye. We’re still evolutionary children, who shouldn’t be trusted with the fate of the planet. We’re just not mature enough to have that sort of responsibility.

At our hearts, we are still savages and though some of us aspire to rise above that and live our lives in more purposeful ways, most of us are animals with base, primordial, survival instincts guiding our decisions.

If I can’t fuck it, or eat it, then I’ll kill it and eat it or fuck it.

In the newspaper today I read two similar stories about the true nature of our society and the genuine face of mankind.

Two men; independently of each other, collapse and die; one on the street, the other in his place of business.

In both cases, help from the public was sought. With the man who died on the street, his pockets were picked clean of his wallet, keys and mobile phone. The man in his office, as well as having his pockets stripped bare, by the passing “good Samaritans” also had his his laptop, mobile phone and other assorted kit from his office stolen, all while his distraught partner was in the next room phoning for the paramedics.

If both of those incidents are not considered despicable, then I don’t know what the word means!

Welcome to the real word, you stupid hippy. Cruelty bordering on the sadistic is the norm in our world; we choose to believe that the reality is better than that.

It’s not, not by a long shot and if you collapse in the streets, you should just expect to have your valuables quickly taken from you while your down. You can probably count on a few kicks in the head as well, since you’re such an easy target.

I couldn’t walk past someone on the ground without checking they were alright and it wouldn’t occur to me in a million years to rifle through their pockets in search of swag!

Maybe there’s something wrong with me?

And that’s a revelation? There’s loads wrong with me. Being a living god doesn’t come without a price. You live my life for a while if you don’t believe me. None of you could take it, you pussies!

Ah-hem.

Think about it, 100 generations is nothing; you can imagine that, it gives things perspective. We are still children, barely evolved with our lizard brains doing most of the thinking. We still fight wars; we still kill each other for no good reason. Of course we do, we’re not even adolescents yet!

100 generations; it’s less than a blink of an eye. We were nailing people to crosses, the dead were rising, and it was a magical time.

We think we’re so advanced and so modern and so high up on the evolutionary scale. Look around you; the competition is hardly fierce!

We’re the dominant species and we shouldn’t be. We’re not up to it, like if you’re parent’s left you home alone when you were not really mature or responsible enough and they came back to find the gas cooker on and the pilot light out and you and your little brother are groggy on the sofa. You said you were ready to be left alone, but obviously you weren’t!

Ok, that happened to me when I was a child, so it’s true and I know what I’m talking about. As a race, we’ve left the oven on and we’re all groggy on the sofa. We said we were ready to run the world and look at the mess we’ve made!

So the next time, someone’s claiming how shit-hot human beings are, remember what you’re old pal the hippy told you. One hundred generations ain’t nothin’!

PS
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