It was a slow, massive roar. A dense wall-of-sound that couldn't possibly be made by one person, no matter how many microphones were hooked up to how many speakers. A scratchy, grainy blend of
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Stepping into another life leads me to a world of possibility beyond my imagination. If I could wander into worlds unbeknownst to the common man, I am blinded by the possibility of a fate which teeters on the border between reality and fantasy. What is truth, to what limits are this journey constrained to knowing that I could aimlessly sail the seven seas, or endlessly drift in our full, yet empty universe? Rather than pushing the boundaries of humanity, I would like to understand the perspective of those who existed before the humanity we know of. Primitive, older, species which are in the same genus as Homo sapiens, but instead Homo naledi. Homo naledi is a species we know little about beyond their physiological appearance; with human-like hands and feet, but primitive body stature, how did they live? How would I live? This species also poses the question of brain function- is size a determinant factor of brain capability. A small brain case yet there are accentuated frontal lobes...a primitive species yet they portrayed behaviors that are reminiscent of Homo sapiens. Despite the deductions extrapolated from fossils, archeologists cannot conclusively claim to know how Homo naledi lived.
However, dreaming about a life in a world largely untouched by Homo sapiens, a world prior to an age of human superiority, brings about vast possibilities. In the freedom of the new world, my physiological changes grant me abilities to climb, to stride with my walk, and countless others that may not have been accounted for. Our understanding of the function and appearance of Homo naledi attach current perceptions to functional appearance. As a naledi, the process of worrying about aesthetic appearance possibly wouldn't exist. I would climb, I would run, I would exist to feel and experience, and truly live rather than chasing after a description of what living is supposed to be.
Imagining a day as a naledi, I would wake up in a cave, but surrounded by those related to me, those I love. Although the concept of love may not completely be understood, it doesn't need to be understood to simply be. Waking up in a cave, although shrouded in darkness, my body is used to this, so I adjust rather quickly. I'm able to make out the rough stone that surrounds me, the ashes from the fire that burned brightly the night before, but still remains a mystery. I would take in the air which is crisp and clean; although I awake to darkness, light seeps through the cracks and reflects off the body of water that maintains life. The sun shining onto the underground lake not only invigorates me for the day, but also fills my body with a sense of gratefulness. I wake those next to me, as my brain structure is similar to that of a Homo sapien, I assume my brain processes are simple yet structured. There is a complexity that can be acknowledged yet primitiveness that cannot be ignored. However, this is a simple life. Those next to me wake and I walk to the entrance to see a world beyond my imagination. Trees spanning as far as the eye can see and reaching as high as the clouds, colorful creatures that shimmer so beautifully in the sunlight it appears like the sun was made just for them, nature so vibrant and full of life that there is nothing else to be concerned about. I take my first step onto the soft grass and am followed by my relatives, those that I hold dear. I lead those who want to come to a tree, the tallest tree I can find and suggest we climb to the top. And so we do. Climb with no fear, exist with no fear, live with no fear. There are no predators around, so we utilize our build to climb the entirety of the tree and reach the skies. Travelling land and air poses no threat and I look over the land that we have designated as our own. As I sit and watch the sunset (it was a long day of climbing), I breathe out all the worries of my past life and let myself be immersed in the scenery of it all. I feel like I am at the pinnacle of peace, and watch as there are other animals dancing in the sky, basking in the last remainder of sunlight. All that were above the skies shared the love and desire to enjoy existence, and in this shared experience, the beauty that only the eyes can tell shines all the
However, dreaming about a life in a world largely untouched by Homo sapiens, a world prior to an age of human superiority, brings about vast possibilities. In the freedom of the new world, my physiological changes grant me abilities to climb, to stride with my walk, and countless others that may not have been accounted for. Our understanding of the function and appearance of Homo naledi attach current perceptions to functional appearance. As a naledi, the process of worrying about aesthetic appearance possibly wouldn't exist. I would climb, I would run, I would exist to feel and experience, and truly live rather than chasing after a description of what living is supposed to be.
Imagining a day as a naledi, I would wake up in a cave, but surrounded by those related to me, those I love. Although the concept of love may not completely be understood, it doesn't need to be understood to simply be. Waking up in a cave, although shrouded in darkness, my body is used to this, so I adjust rather quickly. I'm able to make out the rough stone that surrounds me, the ashes from the fire that burned brightly the night before, but still remains a mystery. I would take in the air which is crisp and clean; although I awake to darkness, light seeps through the cracks and reflects off the body of water that maintains life. The sun shining onto the underground lake not only invigorates me for the day, but also fills my body with a sense of gratefulness. I wake those next to me, as my brain structure is similar to that of a Homo sapien, I assume my brain processes are simple yet structured. There is a complexity that can be acknowledged yet primitiveness that cannot be ignored. However, this is a simple life. Those next to me wake and I walk to the entrance to see a world beyond my imagination. Trees spanning as far as the eye can see and reaching as high as the clouds, colorful creatures that shimmer so beautifully in the sunlight it appears like the sun was made just for them, nature so vibrant and full of life that there is nothing else to be concerned about. I take my first step onto the soft grass and am followed by my relatives, those that I hold dear. I lead those who want to come to a tree, the tallest tree I can find and suggest we climb to the top. And so we do. Climb with no fear, exist with no fear, live with no fear. There are no predators around, so we utilize our build to climb the entirety of the tree and reach the skies. Travelling land and air poses no threat and I look over the land that we have designated as our own. As I sit and watch the sunset (it was a long day of climbing), I breathe out all the worries of my past life and let myself be immersed in the scenery of it all. I feel like I am at the pinnacle of peace, and watch as there are other animals dancing in the sky, basking in the last remainder of sunlight. All that were above the skies shared the love and desire to enjoy existence, and in this shared experience, the beauty that only the eyes can tell shines all the
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