Kinda a thought that pops into my head from time to time about if people that lived well before writing wanted to leave an eternal legacy and at best we see their remains dressed in ornaments.
It’s interesting to think that someone that lived 50k years ago paved a path for me in the sense that they probably exploded lands weren’t known to their tribe or human at the, found new edible plants, or maybe created a new tool.
Crazy to think that there’s billions of humans that I contributed to the life I have know and their names have long since been lost to time and that what I do today can still affect someone well into the future
Many years ago I heard a comedian tell a joke, “I come from a long line of people who had kids.”
He was a funny guy, with a funny set, but that line always stuck with me.
Anyone who doesn’t have children is breaking a million year old family tradition. I regard it as willfully dying out.
Populations of animals tend to either naturally maintain an equillibrium with their surrounding environment…
… or grow their population beyond the carrying capacity of their environment, and then rather suddenly collapse, sometimes even going extinct.
I just remembered telling a bunch of men than at one point that DNA evidence showed that 1 guy had kids with 18 women to get black pilled responses, but one guy said “that’s my ancestors” and I thought that was funny