XXVIII

I WONDER OF First Man, when he walked the Earth in its primal beginning and knew of nothing he saw. I wonder if he was confused, but I do not think he was. He knew nothing, ignorance in its finest. He didn't know the Earth was the Earth, that it was round or even flat. He knew not what a rock was, or a blade of grass, and certainly could not have known a star or the moon. What a life it must have been, to know so little of all things as to believe the world to be a seemingly endless field of land with spirts of liquid, which he could not have known was water, and to think so little of existence itself?
AND YES, THIS First Man must have thought very little of his own existence. He did not believe that his life had a purpose or a meaning. He did not know were he would go whence he ceased to live, and he knew not where he was before his living had first begun. He could not have cared much, I think. He thought of living only as something which obviously must be done, and this was the only reason he did it. Existence? To the First Man, it must have seemed endless, for eternity was all he could comprehend, for he had never experienced any end whatsoever. Ironic how, in his evolution into what we are now, eternity is the only thing man cannot comprehend, and the end is the most looked forward to thing in existence. Not in a poignant way, no, but in hopes that the end will not really be the end, and it is the First Man in us all that says, "Eternity, my Sons, is the only thing that can be real." But we say we have invented happiness, and we blink.
WHAT A PITY that it is.