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Post by MagnetMan on Feb 7, 2013 18:52:09 GMT -5
Out in the bushveld one evening i surprised a troop of baboon settling for sleep up in a baobab
i thought i'd play a practical joke on our primate cousins i walked beneath their roost and fired my rifle into the air
the explosion caused instant panic flight reflex chemistry converted their stools to water they lost immediate control of their bladders and sphincter muscles unloading the extra weight of piss and shit and drenching me in foul-smelling urine and diarrhea
the joke was on me literally
out of that experience evolved an entirely novel revelation on how and why the human primate in order to evolve beyond a baboon was forced to learn how to hold his piss keep a tight arse and become a trusted soldier able to keep his honor in the face of extreme danger even sacrifice his own life to save a stranger
training began at puberty in Bronze Age circumcision lodges when for 600 generations boys were trained to face the lion that preyed on our herds armed with nothing more than a spear and not panic in the moment of truth
an unchallenged pride would kill a domestic cow every three days without flocks and herds we would still be dirt farmers to this day
without courage love between man and god would be left without psalms of praise
love between men and women would never have gone beyond the sex chakra and no songs of love would have been sung
the road to the heart must pass through the portal of courage i is only the warrior who treads that path
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Post by lavender1 on Feb 8, 2013 7:03:51 GMT -5
\!! that story has depth, MM! "]
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