Yak mouth

Namaste,

Hey Hominid, how's it going?

It's a fucking jungle out there. Predators. Yakking fools.

Idiots with a larynx. 

They grunt. They grimace. They fight. They steal. They kill. They kill, question.

Yeah it's eat or be eaten. Law of the jungle.

Short fast and deadly.

Do they breed work and get slaughtered, question. 

Yeah ha. Ha ha. Laughter saves the day. Where's the tool fool, question.

Over there. (points toward the jungle) Sex. (rubs body parts)

Ugh. Whoopee. Coitus interrupted.

Show me your tool. Fool.

Shit puke thunder and lightning.

Light my fire.

Erectus said to Neanderthal, Give me your tired homeless cave painters. Your electronic mice.

Let's get the hello out of hear.

Metta.

Dear Lucy Chimp Child

I learnt to write before reading. Letters. Strings of pictures. Read nature.

Word pictures. Yeah. Grunts and ughs and yahoo wows and gestures and sings signs and more gestures. 

So it goes. Eat or be eaten. Law of the jungle. How did we evolve? Answer evidence.

Anyway, I walked from Ethiopia to I don't know where. New climate and landscape.

Someone, probably a Homo Stupendous had fire. I saw the light. It was in a shelter. A hole in the ground covered with branches and animal skins. Maybe a cave. 

Our tribe wanted to stole it. They made a plan. Brain power. Sneak up.

We asked, using our gesturing language. Limited. Share?

Go away!

They threw sticks and stones at us. 

Find your own fire. 

It's a struggle.

Bye.

hominid

Namaste,

The following conversation is, are was, were conducted by little people. Everywhere.

Hi, I'm a hominid. Really? You're taller than Lucy.

Yeah, I evolved. I learned how to stand up. Yeah, ya gotta stand up. Before you can walk you have to crawl. Yeah. Before you can run you have to walk.

She was a midget. Barely three feet. Didn't last long. Poor thing.

I'm hungry. Have some fruit. Delicious. Seen any wild animals around here? Yeah, grunt grunt. Big teeth. Hungry.

Find a tree. Climb fast. Keep your mouth shut.

It's a jungle out there. Eat or be eaten.

I eat to survive. Oh yeah. I survive to eat. 

That's life.

Metta.

Little People

The little people lived in Coma-land. They descended from Java man 40,000 years ago.

Like yesterday, today and tomorrow.

They lived in trees. Survival of the fittest. They were the first tree-house builders. Acrobats. Sophisticated.

Vines, branches, trunks, leaves, edibles. 

They swung down, dropping with agility. They walked on all fours. Knuckle down. 

Thousands of years later they stood up. Let's have a look. 

They peered over tall grass. O my goodness.

Many spent their lives looking back at their tree house. Like now.

Fear is a great motivator.

A big hungry predator strolled their way.

They crawled. They walked. They ran. They scurried back to their tree house. Fast. Grunting. Like now.

Fear. Run. Hurry. Hide. Help!

Yeah, yeah. Need transport?

Bayon

Namaste,

The Bayon from the 12th century at Angkor Wat features 48 faces. All directions. 

Immense and powerful.

This slide show also includes images of detailed carvings from the main Angkor temple, depicting "Churning The Sea of Milk," an ancient Sanskrit Hindu story.

Metta.