Cro-Magnon Man: (n) an early type of modern man
There is an abiding thought that steers my thinking:
“If I end up being wrong, how can I survive it well?”
Because basically, my life thus far has told me that I’m going to be wrong—partially because I’m a little pig-headed, but also because on occasion, I follow the instincts of others who are likewise oinkers.
I remember one weekend sitting in a seminar in which the pros and cons of evolution were discussed. I immediately felt that the topic was a bit high minded, with low results. But I listened anyway.
It quickly boiled down to a single issue:
Those of a more religious inclination were very upset about man evolving from the animal kingdom.
And those who were less concerned about ecclesiastical matters didn’t seem to care much.
Now, here’s a fact:
None of them knew what the hell they were talking about.
We usually don’t.
Probably long, long ago, when there were Cro-Magnon people walking the Earth, they would have been equally upset to think they evolved from apes, even though the similarity was close enough that a gorilla would occasionally hit on one of the women.
Very early on, we decided what’s ugly, what’s stupid and what’s spiritual.
Yet I never heard a frog object to evolving from a fish, nor a two-cell organism insisting it was impossible to have once been singular.
It’s a fear in our race—that if we are not superior, then it’s just not fair and needs to be changed immediately.
I can tell you the truth—I don’t care.
I personally look nothing like a Cro-Magnon Man.
They were hairy, dark brown and stooped.
I, on the other hand, appear to have evolved from a marshmallow.