I been bothered lately, by the notion that some human proclivities seem to exist in purer concentrations in certain places on this earth. Places like Darfur, in Sudan exemplifies the topsy-turvy reality of a civilization seething with poverty, ignorance, and unimaginable cruelty.  I’m not claiming the absence of kindness in the world. That would be unfair.

I’m constantly amazed by the resilience of humans and the adroitness with which we walk the line between sanity and complete madness, every day.  The contradiction that exists within us humans is what makes us such amazing creatures.

The pitiful thing about our species is that we have evolved to the point where we can see the difference between what we are and could become.  The grace and the beauty of spirit that we so desire continue to elude us.  Countless millennia have gone by and we haven’t grown any less vicious or selfish.  We crawled out of the swamps, the caves and the deserts to climates less harsh – but we carried our savagery with us.  Our knowledge grows by leaps and bounds, but our spirits haven’t.

Evolution is like the clock that stopped ticking decades ago and no one even noticed.

You can scoff at what I’ve said and dismiss me as ignorant and uneducated. Would I have a different perspective on these things if I were a scholar? All I have is my simple mind and my eyes.  I know what I see.  I know that I don’t like it. A bit overly melodramatic, maybe but tell me:

What age were you, when you first wished you were something other than human?
Then tell me why.