There has been a question for decades over whether Man arose from one place in Africa or did we pop up all around the world. There's no debate to the question now since the paleontological evidence (i.e. bones) has been supplanted by genomic research which provides vastly more precision with the result Man has only one original home and Africa is it. (Science Daily: All non-Africans alive today likely descend from people within a single migration out of Africa)
Note: that singularly awkward title is what political correctness does and it would have been much simpler to we 'We All Came Out of Africa.'
There doesn't seem to be much jubilation and we're highly confident scientists are amply capable of jubilating so it's surprising when this study along with another quite similar study in the last few days make the definitive statements validating the original hippie mantra that we're all one. We're all black, white, yellow, red and we only look different based on how much sun we got wherever we lived.
Here at the Rockhouse, this is a golden ray of epiphanic sunshine, it was all true!
We won't accept the literal telling of the Garden of Eden story and that's not for the purpose of assaulting the Torah or the Bible, the story just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. However, the story as a general metaphor is revealed as truth. Africa was, in fact, the Eden for human existence on the planet. We didn't pop up in a whole lot of Edens all over the place, some presumably more special than others, but rather we have one home for the whole bloody lot of us.
There's an unusual comfort which comes from that knowledge, that we have a home in some ethereal sense where it all started and all of us share the same one. It's not just poetry to say we're all brothers and sisters, we really are. We're not too good at showing it but, you know, that Tower of Babel made a mess out of many things. Note: that part of the Bible isn't so familiar to me as I was interested in the source but wasn't much interested in how we made a mess of things as we went along.
This would be a peach of a time for one of the Lord's Divine Intoxicants and it must be taken exactly as the Good Lord provided it which means specifically it must be unmodified by California hipsters. We get our ganja from the street, the way Jesus intended we should. Just as he dealt with tramps and hookers, so do we. There are not too many hookers we see, tho, as this demographic doesn't offer them a whole lot (i.e. any) profit potential.
Maybe you feel like spontaneously breaking out into songs from "Hair" but please don't since we didn't see the play the first time and the music was insufferable. We are one ... but only until you start making annoying music. If it has autotune then we have to shoot you. Sorry but it's a public service.
Note: I have used autotune and it's a remarkable capability but do me a favor tho, ok, cupcake? Don't be trying to pass it off as music. It ain't. It was a cool trick the one time when Cher did it but autotune has never been cool since.
The comfort in this is kozmik and soothing at the same time since it destroys the notion people are superior to any other people since we're all the same family. Some of us are smarter, some more beautiful, and some poor bastards ended up like Jeb Bush but none of us have any intrinsic basis for calling ourselves superior. That probably doesn't do all that much for a black man because he knows it already but it allows me to say the royals aren't superior to me, they're just lucky.
I mustn't get too carried away with this but the paper is the second time I've seen a similar report within days so there's a wave of hippie joy in this.
It was all true, it was all true, man! (whistles, kicks heels together)
Note: that singularly awkward title is what political correctness does and it would have been much simpler to we 'We All Came Out of Africa.'
There doesn't seem to be much jubilation and we're highly confident scientists are amply capable of jubilating so it's surprising when this study along with another quite similar study in the last few days make the definitive statements validating the original hippie mantra that we're all one. We're all black, white, yellow, red and we only look different based on how much sun we got wherever we lived.
Here at the Rockhouse, this is a golden ray of epiphanic sunshine, it was all true!
We won't accept the literal telling of the Garden of Eden story and that's not for the purpose of assaulting the Torah or the Bible, the story just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. However, the story as a general metaphor is revealed as truth. Africa was, in fact, the Eden for human existence on the planet. We didn't pop up in a whole lot of Edens all over the place, some presumably more special than others, but rather we have one home for the whole bloody lot of us.
There's an unusual comfort which comes from that knowledge, that we have a home in some ethereal sense where it all started and all of us share the same one. It's not just poetry to say we're all brothers and sisters, we really are. We're not too good at showing it but, you know, that Tower of Babel made a mess out of many things. Note: that part of the Bible isn't so familiar to me as I was interested in the source but wasn't much interested in how we made a mess of things as we went along.
This would be a peach of a time for one of the Lord's Divine Intoxicants and it must be taken exactly as the Good Lord provided it which means specifically it must be unmodified by California hipsters. We get our ganja from the street, the way Jesus intended we should. Just as he dealt with tramps and hookers, so do we. There are not too many hookers we see, tho, as this demographic doesn't offer them a whole lot (i.e. any) profit potential.
Maybe you feel like spontaneously breaking out into songs from "Hair" but please don't since we didn't see the play the first time and the music was insufferable. We are one ... but only until you start making annoying music. If it has autotune then we have to shoot you. Sorry but it's a public service.
Note: I have used autotune and it's a remarkable capability but do me a favor tho, ok, cupcake? Don't be trying to pass it off as music. It ain't. It was a cool trick the one time when Cher did it but autotune has never been cool since.
The comfort in this is kozmik and soothing at the same time since it destroys the notion people are superior to any other people since we're all the same family. Some of us are smarter, some more beautiful, and some poor bastards ended up like Jeb Bush but none of us have any intrinsic basis for calling ourselves superior. That probably doesn't do all that much for a black man because he knows it already but it allows me to say the royals aren't superior to me, they're just lucky.
I mustn't get too carried away with this but the paper is the second time I've seen a similar report within days so there's a wave of hippie joy in this.
It was all true, it was all true, man! (whistles, kicks heels together)
No comments:
Post a Comment