I FEEL A BIT LIKE KIRK on the bridge of the Constellation: my blog is a burnt out hulk, I don't know how many of the links are good, and a few minutes ago I found out I can't even upload a picture anymore. Scotty, get me impulse power!
So here's the question I've been thinking about--one which has any number of potential correct answers (one which we perhaps cannot as yet definitively answer). Why gods? Why god? What is it in the evolutionary history of our species inclined us towards the belief? Yes, I fully recognize I can't answer the question. But it's one of the few that a generalist like me can still dabble in without seeming to be ridiculous.
SLOWLY, we start again. These days, I'm interested in the Yanomamo and Napoleon Chagnon, Julian Jaynes (deceased author of a book I wanted to read in college, but never got around to until a few weeks ago), and all things archaeological.
Material culture really is what's important--everything else (baseball, Islam, progressive politics, Beethoven) is epiphenomenal. Ten thousand years from now, all that remains of our culture will be the plates on which we pile our dinners, and perhaps a spoon or two (although I'm not optimistic that they won't completely corrode).
Let's see how many months it is until my next entry....