10,000 B.C., remembered in spear tips and bone, explain away what some claim is vague and unknown. We have grown and disowned ourselves completely. Slaves to the ways we perceive ourselves uniquely. Sabre-toothed tiger survivors, alive and thriving in the taiga like a man without a line to be tied to. Before borders and torture and wars there was importance. First order. Biological. Don’t die. Endurance. Determined to do better, a competitive edge over the predators, inventions that prevented our deaths. The breath of life – technological, philosophical. A chronicle of methodical progression through the possible. Hostile earth farming stopped the wandering tribes who settled together for a better chance to provide. It was the birth of a lie. We were divided by illusion. Civilization was the first proof of evolution. We’ve come too far to say that nothing’s been produced. We’ve come too far to say that nothing is the truth You can have your own opinions , you can’t have your own facts. We’ve heard the lies for long enough. It’s time to take it back. We’ve come too far to act like we haven’t. Our bodies bear the scars of ideas used as weapons. Correctness is not guaranteed. This system started being written in 10,000 B.C. Idle hands, pacified, sophistry. Imagining gods to justify the ferocity of thunder and lightning, earthquakes and fires, roars from dark forests, and why lives expire. The widening gyre. The blood-dimmed tide. They coincide with the rise of structure in our lives. We became strong because the tools made us stronger. We were still young and we put our faith in wonder. Determined to do better - empirical edge. Stone, Bronze, Renaissance. Rohwedder’s sliced bread. Gutenberg galaxies to factories to Allen keys, borne from the mother of invention, Ms. Necessity. Misdirected, we could never see the forest for the trees. Tourists in our own towns, disconnected from memory. The lost art of remembering, dismembered and divided, holds the key to everything. Don’t let them deny it.