Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 181 Civilization
"Indeed, what makes a man a man?"

Humans have existed on the earth for millions of years, and the magical evolution has transformed humans from intelligent social animals into some unheard of species, which happened 1 years ago.

Humans lived in groups in caves for 90.00% of their history, devoured raw meat, couldn't make fire, made tools and real weapons, and couldn't even speak coherently!
The emotions that humans can feel at that time are the same as those experienced by monkeys and wolves: hunger, fear, attachment, concern, joy...

Suddenly, in just a few centuries, humans have learned to build, think and record their own thoughts, transform the physical world around them, and invent.

But why do humans need painting, why did they create music?

How did he conquer the whole world and transform it into what it is today according to his needs?
What kind of ability was given to this beast 1 years ago?

fire?
It allows humans to control light and heat. It is crucial in the cold and harsh natural environment of the earth. It allows humans to roast the harvest of hunting on the bonfire to appease their stomachs.

But what does that change?
Does fire give humans more power?

But rats have taken over the world without fire, and they are what they were in the day they were born — gregarious mammals with high intelligence.

No, it wasn't fire that changed everything.

Taking a step back, it's not all because of fire.

what else... what?
language?

There is no doubt that this is an important symbol that distinguishes humans from other animals.

The standing stone of language polished by human thoughts is the common currency of the whole society.

People will not only express the thinking activities in the brain, but also classify them, and fix flowing things in some hard molds like casting coins.

Wisdom was clearly passed on orally, and orders and instructions were transmitted.

From here, people also mastered the ability to organize and lead, and learned to raise armies and form states.

Ants do not have their own language, but they have built their own metropolis at a level that humans will never understand, and they have found their own place in a complex hierarchical society. They can accurately convey information and instructions to each other, and can Mobilize an army of millions of iron wills.

They have iron-like discipline, and the silent wars in their toy empire are also brutal.

Maybe, words?

If there is no writing, how can human knowledge be copied and spread?

Words are the bricks and tiles of the towering Babylon that human beings build their own civilization?
Without them, a generation of unfired clay of wisdom would scatter, crack, collapse into dust, and be worthless?
Without writing, each generation of mankind would have to start afresh with the building of the great Tower of Babylon, each generation would devote its life to the ruins of the adobe houses of its predecessors, and die before it could build a new one.

Letters and words make it possible for human beings to carry the accumulated knowledge out of their crowded heads, and preserve them for future generations without distortion, preventing future generations from discovering what their predecessors have discovered.

Create conditions for the construction of future generations, allowing them to build and create on the solid foundation laid by their parents and grandparents.

Maybe not just text?

If wolves can write, can they create a civilization like human civilization?

Can they have their own civilization?
When wolves are hungry, they sink into a holy melancholy, spending time in petting and playing before the burning hunger in their stomachs urges them to action.

And when a person feels hungry, another attribute of depression in his body will revive.

It was a melancholy that was elusive and indescribable, but could compel the man to gaze at the stars for hours, rub the walls of caves with hexite, and adorn the prows of warships with sculptures.

Working for generations, casting huge stone statues instead of strengthening the walls of Choubao, streamlining one's own language all his life, instead of blindly perfecting the skill of wielding swords.

And, most importantly, to have driven our former driver's assistant Homer to devote the rest of his life to reading and searching. . . .

Searching for material, trying to write down something...

write something down...

Make a note of the depression and try to work through it.

And the filthy and poor crowd listening to the vagrant violinist, the king who received troubadours kindly and favored landscape painters, the girl who was born underground and who for a long time obtained a little pleasure from only a plastic bag for wrapping tea...

It was a vague but powerful call to fend off hunger—only a human call, of course.

But didn't it broaden the emotional scale that other animals can feel, and let humans acquire the ability to fantasize, yearn, recklessly place hope on others, and boldly forgive?

Love and compassion, which are often thought to distinguish humans from other animals, are not human inventions.

Dogs also have the ability to love, and it can empathize:
When its owner is sick, it will not leave the owner, and will keep whining.

Dogs will even miss and entrust the meaning of their own existence on others:
If its owner unfortunately dies, then it is also ready to die in order to be with the owner forever.

But they have no visions, no fantasies.

Is it because humans have depression, and humans value it?
Maybe so.

But not comprehensive.

Others sometimes played the great Wagner symphony at full volume, trying to drown out the constant sound of submachine gun fire and the desperate wails of the anguished targets.

There is no conflict here: one just sets off the other.

So what else?
Even if people survive the current hell and retain their biological attributes, can they keep the fragile, almost imperceptible but completely real part of their nature?

A spark turned the cloudy-eyed, often-hungry beast eons ago into another genetically sequenced creature that has since endured more spiritual hunger than physical hunger.

Can humans keep this spark alive?
Man is perpetually in a state of turmoil, bewildered by the nobility and baseness of the soul, vacillating between the incomprehensible and inexplicable benevolence of beasts and unforgivable cruelty never before seen in the world of insects.

The magnificent palaces built by human beings and the scrolls beyond imagination of calligraphy and painting are comparable to the Creator in terms of creating pure beauty;

But at the same time, are the gas chambers and hydrogen bombs invented by human beings to destroy everything they have created and at the same time eliminate all their own kind?

Will this part be ingrained in the human being and remain in the world after the death of the human being?

All of these will disappear with the waves in the long river of human history. Even if there is a deviation of one percent, the entire human society will go backwards.

Going back to ancient ignorance, back to the era when we were unable to contend with natural disasters, when countless generations of people gave birth to ruminants on the earth, and 10 years, 100 years, and 50 years passed inadvertently.

"What else?"

(End of this chapter)