Sapiens & Stories

This piece is about a highly recommended book that will make you rethink everything you have believed so far about us as a species.

You could never convince a monkey to give you a banana by promising him limitless bananas after death in monkey heaven.

– Yuval Noah Harari

What is it that’s special about Homo Sapiens? What allowed us to climb to the top of the ecological ladder and dominate the planet so ruthlessly until the very future of our planet is in doubt at the beginning of the 21st Century? Many reasons are given, such as our intelligence due to possessing brains larger and more powerful than those of any other species in history, learning to control and use fire, our ability to use our hands to hold and manipulate objects, the ability to devise tools and, of course, the power of having languages.

But is there one thing that we can say propelled us from mid-level creatures on the food chain to its supreme rulers, fending off and controlling animals bigger and more powerful than us, while successfully moving into every possible niche on this planet? Continue reading “Sapiens & Stories”

Fear

Everything is there to be faced

Fear comes wave by wave as
your terrorized imagination threatens
to run berserk.
Will you muster sufficient faith to be able to restrain it,
having already prayed to a selection of known Gods?

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By now do you realise how little control
you have over things that really matter?
Flailing, kicking and twisting in the water, remembering when they taught you
on your only day at swim class,
“Don’t fight it, just let the water carry you.”

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Scenes from a Violent Story

Lenny Marlin’s instinct was always spot-on when it came to clients, as it was on this occasion. The only problem was he didn’t heed the warning.

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Lenny sprinted up the narrow alley, breathing hard. The hand was in the carrying case, he was pretty sure, but he wanted to stop and make doubly sure. After several backward glances and seeing no pursuers, he stopped running. Unlatching the case, he peered inside and – yes! – Osgood’s hand was there. He took off again as his thoughts veered out of control.

Why did he go to the meeting? It had nothing to do with him. Stupid, stupid decision! Osgood was the one meeting Marissa and her dull brother. Lenny had known she was trouble the first time he saw her at Greater Aldershot. He should have minded his own business.

Lungs near bursting, he reached the crest of the alley where a wide strip of overgrown grass lay between him and a busy road. He waded into the grass.

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