Imagine this: You're in a situation consisting of yourself, a mate, a child, and all sorts of things that are trying to eat you, poison you, and infect you. Your total possessions likely consist of a couple of sharp rocks, and maybe a pointy stick or two. On the entire planet, there might be as many as 10000 members of your species, possibly as few as 1000. If you catch enough lucky breaks, you might live long enough to see a wrinkle on your face, but you're more likely to die around the age of 25-30.
Given all of this, I find it hardly surprising that humans of around 70 000 years ago weren't sitting round knocking back a bit of date wine and saying, 'So, old bean, how about we have ourselves a civilization?' 'Civilization, whazzat?' 'Oh, you know - farms, cities, writing, government - the lot.' 'Sounds grand, let's do it tomorrow.'
These things take time, Heat.
Boru
Given all of this, I find it hardly surprising that humans of around 70 000 years ago weren't sitting round knocking back a bit of date wine and saying, 'So, old bean, how about we have ourselves a civilization?' 'Civilization, whazzat?' 'Oh, you know - farms, cities, writing, government - the lot.' 'Sounds grand, let's do it tomorrow.'
These things take time, Heat.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
