The necessity to sleep, eat and excrete always gets on my nerves. Whenever I fill up on a glass of water, I imagine myself as a car, refueling – just a machine. But I’m not a machine, I’m a man made in the image of God. Or am I an image that God had while creating the rest of the animals? Or am I an animal with such an extraordinary level of cognitive reasoning that I created God in my image?
As I walk this planet, it seems so unreal to me that individually we each think of ourselves as special, but the mosquito that we kill without a second thought, we consider inconsequential. Either, even the life of the mosquito is precious, or we humans are just as inconsequential.
Our species, homo sapiens, walked this earth as hunter gatherers, mostly gatherers, for some 60,000 years before learning agriculture and settling down. When I walk, I imagine us all as hunter gatherers lost in a world of materialism, celebrity worship, politics, demagoguery, working the day away to support our family and ourselves. For 60,000 years we spent a few hours foraging and then hung out with the homies the rest of the day. Our priorities seem to have changed.
I read an interesting passage about the one thing that has seemed to unify all of humanity, from Yuval Harari the other day:
“For thousands of years, philosophers, thinkers and prophets have besmirched money and called it the root of all evil. Be that as it may, money is also the apogee of human tolerance. Money is more open-minded than language, state laws, cultural codes, religious beliefs and social habits. Money is the only trust system created by humans that can bridge almost any cultural gap, and that does not discriminate on the basis of religion, gender, race, age or sexual orientation. Thanks to money, even people who don’t know each other and don’t trust each other can nevertheless cooperate effectively.”
It’s a sad statement about our present world, but it does put everything into perspective.
I’m trying to take myself a little less seriously, and treat the mosquitoes a little more preciously – at least saying a prayer before I kill them mercilessly. What about you? Any gnawing thoughts just getting on your nerves lately?