Primitive Man

To the newcomer, your so called advanced societies seem somewhat primitive, more tribal than sophisticated. Rather warlike, yet obsessively seeking safe harbours. From a distance, your brains appear to be made of clashing colours and shapes, as if put together willy nilly by one of your small children, just for the sheer joy of sticking the pieces together. I wonder if you ever feel that way about yourself? No doubt in the future course of your evolution, if you survive your follies, some new materials may well be added to the mix. A bit of rigorous silicon perhaps, injected into that carbon maelstrom of a brain? Would that be your salvation, or your undoing? GOODNIGHT FOR NOW

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