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I AM THE SON OF CRO-MAGNAN MAN

I AM THE SON OF CRO-MAGNON MAN I am the son of Cro-Magnon man A thousand years ago or so. I wonder of he knew then That he would be living over and over Again. He taught me well to survive Stand and fight or run to keep alive. But was his simplicity and innocence A part of him that I have missed. So many generations still live in me And it seems at times I also see How things used to be. The world has changed not so much Saber-tooth tigers Are all around us. 
— Geremia, Jun 23, 2009

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

i was surprised that new

i was surprised that new research emerges with our being descendants of Neanderthals. http://www.beechmontcrest.com/prehistoric_humans.htm Also this is interesting: Are we rapists genetically? Why do we rape, kill and sleep around? http://www.newsweek.com/id/202789/page/1 makes you wanna go hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Love, Anna "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

Good evening Mr Cro Magnon sir,

Just today I was talking of Les Eysies where the Cro Magnon museum is in the Perigord/Dordogne area of France, or was when I was there. He chose a fine place to be in those magnificent caves, and in the dark of night who knows what might happen, either between the Cro Magon's or the bears and beasts that also used the caves. Now in the caves are some of the most beautiful art works from ca. 20-30, 000 years ago and they have recently found such paintings far older than these, they were great artists then and who knows whether they chanted poetry-as we could call it- or not. The word primitive has long been discarded as descriptive of these masters of line and mass. I too had heard of the Neanderthal connection, it is all so fascinating and then with the DNA of people and animals shows how we are all part of the whole, the tiny whole that is this globe called earth. How then can we know the whole universe, no more than the ant can know who we are. Life is truly a wonder, the fact that all living things want to live on is the mystery. You got us thinking Longobardolino, and we shall continue to to think forever I fear. Annuccia