Humans Hunted by Herbivores

As with many of my flighty or subterranean ideas ruminating in and out of consciousness, this is one narrative of deep anthropogenical “predicting of the past” that has heretofore not had a landing space on the surface for which it could clearly be elaborated and connected. Now a clear and propelling catalyst has emerged—thanks to the awesome possibilities ¿unEarthed? by a recent post by Ria Montana—so that this anthropogenic chapter in the human story can emerge without a stark aloofness. This narrative (for lack of a better word) is in answer to the direct and perhaps simplified question:

Why did the proto-human primate-types leave the trees and become the upright humans that we see today?

In rough terms my answer is the following:

→ Our ancestors as forest animals were deeply embedded in the fungal dominated forest eco-system and were quite connected to the needs of the forests, and were acutely aware of encroaching grassland herd species of animals (large ruminants, mostly) that were chipping away at the forest edges over the generations and quickly bringing the land to a succession towards bacterial dominated grass lands. Frugivorian humans turned hunters were the forests’ answer to these “herbivore” predators displacing the forest ecosystem at a cancerous rate (in an Eon-ic time scale) in to a new bacterial dominated savannah and grassland. Humans were the paleo (but not pale) white blood cells of the forest’s immune system, the animals most fit to restore a balanced relationship between the fungal soils and the bacteria soils. Up to this point the Earth had not yet evolved an effective ecological control on the indomitable marauding masses of unsizably large ruminants, but that was to change with the ascent of humans in to this new “grand-stewardship” role.

→ Possible origins of our nearer-side nomadic patterns and our shift to an omnivorous diet (away from a more strictly frugivorian one) can now be offered, as these humans leaving the full ecosystem of the forest would now be exposed to the lands of two annual seasons: wet and dry. During the peak dry and peak wet seasons humans would preferably migrate to forest ecologies where a water and fruit supply could be attained, and their sensitive bodies could better thermally modulate and keep from being too hot and burning or two wet and shivering; during the intermediary times when faring in the less protected grassland ecology was more plausible and the rivers and springs ran with fresh strong water, humans would do a greater deal of hunting and carrying out of their forest immuno-responsibilities. This bi-modality of shifting nomadically from open grasslands to the retreat of a protective forest could be looked at as humanity’s first engagement in geographically and climatologically determined guerrilla warfare. Unfortunately, this lifestyle, given that it eventually unbalanced to bring surplus rather than sustenance, might have planted the seeds that saw human vigilance begin to wane, and the human championing of life’s cause be replaced by human’s championing themselves, from the species on down now to the individual, against the world.

→ The not innately-violent humans—used to being a link in the life cycle eating the freely given fruits of the forest—had now become the champions of the forest. They had to devise ways and methods to “dehumanize” the fellow mammals they were sent to slaughter, and such symbolic methods of separation became our downfall and the current downfall of the Earth, roughly stated.

→ Regardless of the low points we have come to now, understanding this part of the human story is very reassuring, for it is one of our most important embarkations as stewards of life on Earth, which I believe is a natural role to which humans are inclined and predisposed. We were very threatened and sensitive enough to realize we were threatened not by a direct predator, but by a predator that threatened the whole entire ecosystem of which we were a part. This awareness is astounding and reaffirming of much deeper connections of life than science has yet discovered via its dissective and anti-life methodology. In a very noble attempt to keep back these bacteriological grassland conquerors, our ancestors chose to stand up (literally) and fight back on part of a series of organisms which we held in community and in high regards. We died hunting and evolving ways to attack these animals and lessen their populations to save the forest eco-systems we held so dear. And I’d like to believe that for a time the transitioning middle was extended before we made our wrong turn, and we held both the forests and the grasslands in high regard; we let ourselves be a bridge, a common ground through our not favoring one ground over the other, and these two very different worlds of vital development were given a relationship through us and our migrations. They could peacefully co-exist for this epoch as long as humans were to fill in our new niche responsibly, not overdoing it or underperforming. Unfortunately we overperformed in our specific species successes and became conquering and predatory without keeping in mind the long view that we were to be eating away at our future selves; a disease is a blind act of suicide.

→ And lastly, I offer an allegorical way to put this transition in terms of “rock-paper-scissor”. Ruminant herbivores came along (the paper) ready to swallow up our friend the forest (the rock); in order to get back at the paper and defend our friend, we fashioned ourselves out of the rock minerals in to the scissors with which we could now cut back at the engulfing paper. We made the enemy of our friends our enemies and created ourselves as the scissors, the third length in an important cycle. Unfortunately, the scissor moniker has been taken to heart, and now we cut down everything, including rock! But the choice is ours, even at this seemingly late stage, to reemerge as the stewards the Earth borne us to be.


the self-fulkilling…


I want to fight
I want to fuck
I want liberation
from this sterile muck

I want to kick
I want to fist
I want no metallic arms
nor gauntleted wrists

I want to sway
I want to stray
I don’t want to cross
nor look both ways

I want to survive
I want to thrive
I want transportation
out of my drive


¡listen lamina, you’ve got it all backwards!

notes 4 today: 2015-11-08

Title: The Sacrificial Lamb’s Parents

I felt pretty low when I first thought this—given my love for youthful innocence—but perhaps this will make me (and you) feel less horrified when seeing in the nature ¿we? love so much, the young being targeted and killed by a predator. As much as I get mad at the predator, I get mad at the parent (while simultaneously empathizing with the parent, and the previously hungry predator). However, in the larger picture that evolution provides us enmeshed in the daily struggle of our animal beings, there is a clarity to the deaths of innocent babies. Not all babies are killed, just the ones that have parents that have the unfortunate nature/nurture combination that puts them in places of bad, unprotective parenting. Perhaps the parents had too many babies to tend to, and the predator is nature’s way of stepping in and not allowing that particular “over-population gene” from over-populating through a plethora of children, weakened by the initial lack of resources because of too many mouths to feed. Perhaps the parent(s) are ostracized to the outer ring of a large herd because of some anti-social quality that they possess. This anti-social quality that would be passed down to their children by both nature/nurture channels, is now reduced or extinguished through the death of their young by a predator (or a disease, a less thought of predator).

I guess I am just trying to find some meaning in the death of those who I feel shouldn’t die, without myself resorting to some higher authority that has schemes of his own. My authority is the immanent vital universal force, of which I am just one (or several) of countless important parts. What I can’t stand for is the death of young people that aren’t being cycled into the food chain, but are done in by non-organic violence, like that of a metallic bullet or an un-evolved disease that has no place in the larger eco-system.

Title: Of Canadian Migration

There’s a niche exploited by migrating this far north for enterprising birds who can manage the long annual commute. So too there is a niche for hibernating animals that can be extremely resourceful during the lengthy winters as well as during the waking seasons.

Humans are not internally resourceful, which has made them grasp at many many outside resources to survive these harsher environments. Their lack of foresight to survive such environments as far from the equator (and from warming climatic factors) as Canada will lead to an eventual depletion of resources. Also, possessions, including land ownership, are not marks of human freedom, but signs of bondage to a particular place that one feels a loyalty to. A loyalty to a land for whatever constructed reasons means that a person cannot be fully loyal to their own bodily needs. Humans are “digging in” and may see it as patriotic loyalty, when really it is a ditch that blinds them from seeing the horizon.

Title: Some examples of the antithetical relations between cars and people

Speed bumps: good for people because they keep them from getting hit, but bad for the cars—suspension damage, brakes being worn, loss of momentum (gas efficiency).

Accidents: Older cars from the ’60s used to fair pretty well in accidents when they were made of more metal, but people in the accidents were a lot more likely to be seriously injured or killed because of the extra jostling. Now as people are supposedly safer in their cars (minus the fact that there are more cars causing higher likelihood of all types of accidents), the cars are taking more of the brunt as they are built to be breakable and absorb a lot more of the impact, and so the cars are more likely totaled than the people.

Increasing Automation of Cars? :As the cars become more sophisticated supposedly, there will be even worse cerebral damage as people get dumber and more aloof about spatial awareness, which will be having serious implications if it couldn’t be argued that it already has.

Title: Old Bones Taking a Break: Ageism and The Origins of Civilization

Among one band of nomadic humans approximately 11,000 years ago, the eldest—venerated for their wisdom—had the wily thought of retirement. Such a desire coincided—or indeed was influenced by—a beautiful place that they had happened upon and that they decided was good enough to suit their needs until the end of their days. They broke the bond of eternal renewal through migration and settled in a fertile place where their devoted children and grand children stayed by their side, knowing more and more the life of a sedentary species. The privileged position went to that of the eldest who made subjects out of their own children, treating them as means to their own ends.

These people problem solved as issues arose due to this new sedentary lifestyle, and they put down vegetative roots mirroring that of their new agricultural staples. Humans playing at trees begin to overshadow the forests; we transition from valuing the living inner bark as a source of food, to valuing the dead inner wood as a source of shelter. Perversions abound over the next several thousand years, and now we know nature, and think of it as other to ourselves.

His and Her Paleo Water (Sole)

                   HIS                       &                 HERS His and Her Sole Water

Sole water—which I am rebranding here as paleo water—is purported to have wide ranging health benefits. This is due to its balanced offering of all (or most) of the natural minerals that historically would accompany basic sodium chloride (table salt), and be balanced in all animals (including humans) eating a proper pre-agricultural diet. There is a recipe for making sole in the link above and many similar methods can be found on the web and youtube.

The purpose of this post is to point to two of the most popular types of sea salt used to constitute the sole water: Celtic and Himalayan. The most noticeable difference between the two being the color difference between the Celtic (grey) and Himalayan (pink). The reason is that the Himalayan salt is much higher in iron content, which would make it much more appealing to those who are lower or deficient in iron (generally menstruating women) than those who might have adequate or even too much iron (men).

I could add a larger theory of cultural whereby cultural norms like women wearing pink is a function of natural necessity, and the reason that pink is feminine is because of their need for naturally occurring pinkness (namely iron constituency) because of a particular mineralogical need, but I don’t want to flesh that tangent out any farther here.

For those of you interested in cleanses and the flushing phase of a detox, you can drink a higher dose of sole to naturally flush your system and restore some balance.

Flight Song verses

“Flight Song”


Unlike a flock of planes
Haunting the horizon
We don’t leave so easy
Our true fight is arising
Realizing this place
Is not for the living
Realizing our fate
Is not just for sitting


And of all those things that won’t stay
The false idols to which we’d pray
I will unearth them for you tonight
(Bury them by fire alight)
Can you hear your choice this time?


This is our flight song
To leave is not wrong
For green pastures, not lawn
Our power’s not gone
Starting now we’ll stretch long
We’ll play our flight song
And we won’t care if nobody else will leave
Cause through our flight we may inspire, not please


Losing use lends to dreamless sleep
Static civilization’s toll is steep
In an atrophy too deep
Say you’re not yet too weak
It’s been all through your years
A well-used body is your best home
You miss your muscle toned
And in stillness we believed
But now in motion we are relieved


And of all those things that won’t stay
The old roles that we used to play
We will burn them for heat tonight
Can you hear the choice this time?
(even if it does not rhyme)


This is our flight song
Things just aren’t right song
The path is (A house is not) our home
Our power has far grown
Starting now we’ll stretch long
We’ll play our flight song
And we can’t lead others to follow
All we can do is flee or in misery wallow


Migrate out of this rat fight with me


Adapted a-way from “Fight Song”

now, out of your seat

to build a better beat

Stressed Out? It’s Because You Have Too Much Shit On Your Plate

If you live in the United States where the topsoil is quickly eroding and the topsoil that does remain is severely mineral depleted—low zinc and magnesium, to mention two of the most important—you are more susceptible to the negative effects of stress. This current phase of civilization we are suffering through is also particularly stressful, I’d argue, as we all have to endure the certain sense that comes with this slow wither; it’s pulling us all down, even if we aren’t fully sure why or from where it’s coming.

The societal decadence is realized in humans most directly by a function of our awful (SAD) diets. The food that you are (not) eating has a very big impact on your body. Take a lesson from animals, and think about any animal besides humans and how getting food is what their lives revolve around, and how they will drop everything for a chance at food. We are not prioritizing food enough—especially quality food—and we need to each change when we are healthy enough that a few years of proper eating can heal us without the need for debilitating western medical interventions. As for our relation to animals, we need training from them because the domestication of humans has pulled us so far from our olde animalistic patterns.

Instead of me regurgitating more cud for you to chew on, it’s better you go to the greener pastures to read what you have been missing:

Crawling Away From Debilitating Social Norms

The elderly are sometimes showered with undue praise and reverence, but often also stung with neglect. Where do both leave them? In a chair, where they will be safe from death, but also safely kept away from anymore living.

I would argue that it is in part social norms that keep them from “living”. Some elderly are stubborn and keep being mobile even against good judgement and succumb to a broken hip because of eventual accident. Others, too fearful of such an occurrence, confine themselves to a stationary existence.


Play with it in your head, may they play with in in their heads, and eventually, may they act on it. There are so many cultural cliches about the similarities between infants and the aged, why can’t their method of mobility be one too? Is it too disrespectful to allow them to be on the ground? Must we take away even their smallest privileges, keeping them in a glorified “strapless” baby carriage?

Or is it that they are they too embarrassed to use what might be the only method of free and unimpeded mobility? Would they rather slowly die than fight what is socially unacceptable yet animal-istically possible and extremely liberating? Crawling might seem quaint and of little difference than being stationary to we bipeds, but to babies and the elderly alike, I think it might be opening whole new worlds, as well as extending via exercise health benefits their time in this world. They need more processing time besides, and their new rights to crawl might keep them from dangerously crawling along in cars on highways, sometimes robbing those younger than them of life. It might take a while, but sometimes you have to crawl away from social norms.