Mr. Primitive

      After a lengthly sabbatical, during which I, in no particular order, wrote a book, had open heart surgery, and thought about nothing of any significance, the nature of my existence became clear to me: write more crap. So here it is in all it's misshapen horror, but first let us consider the moniker by which I ply this ignoble venture so that you may better understand what in God's name I'm talking about.
      Mr. Primitive. Meaning what? Well, it's pretty simple, no matter how hard we may seek to distance ourselves from our primate nature; our animalistic nature, we are what we are: animals. Voracious, solipsistic, occasionally funny animals. We are, in fact, physiologically no different from our caveman ancestors. If either were dropped into the world of the other as a child; either would be no worse off assuming who they ended up with were reasonably functioning. And isn't that really the operative phrase in any situation: reasonably functioning? I believe so.
      Naturally, we humans believe ourselves superior to the rest of the flora and fauna, not just our primate cousins. Never mind that gorillas and chimps are stronger than we are and could beat us to a pulp. We'd simply use our superior intellect and nuke them. We then prostrate ourselves; well, some do, about saving the Earth as if we would go on should something bad happen to her, the Earth. We're like that. The longer I live the more amusing I find the human condition. Our fraught head banging as something we do to wile away our time here, continuously plowing the furrows of the past; blithely ignorant that we are forever trod-ding the same miserable soil.
      Fortunately, many forsake the past, mostly by knowing nothing of it, as a means of avoiding the notion that we continually repeat the same mistakes as our forebears; you know, grandpa. Still, we confess our love for grandpa whether we have any idea of his misadventures or not. If it was good enough for him; why not us? Yes? Sure, what the hell. We do our time and pass the torch to the  young(er) so they may persist in the human folly that we so joyfully embrace. What else can they do? We're stuck here. We can dream that we're not held to the same limitations as our less fortunate Earthly cousins, but we're of the same biological limits and frailties which means we will not be traveling through time. We're good ol' Earth bound clodhoppers.
      So as we strut and fret upon this mortal coil, stuck like rats on a spinning ship; doing our best not to toss our cosmic cookies, I shall endeavor to persevere in voicing my own particularly pointless, or pointed commentary on what passes for existence at the particular moment in the ever spinning and expanding universe of which we're along for the ride.