I think about the evolution of our species and the advents that carried us even further up that ladder. I imagine what it must have been like for the first known adaptation of (wo)man to initially stumble across fire, probably frightened to death at this foreign concept of such intense heat, and then, sparked by another leap in evolution, this same breed discovers the means to create and thus harness fire of its own. This fascination and penchant for discovery and a level of control must be admired, though it seems we’ve advanced even further into creatures of controlling habit. We lose grip of ourselves when we can’t grip everything we encounter- physically, mentally, emotionally- we generally like a hand in as many avenues of existence as possible. We’re talking about organisms becoming so advanced they took the very light of the sun and found the means to conjure it at will, harnessing that energy into something we could clutch in the palms of our eager, sweaty hands. And though we’ve seen that this element of what’s become human nature has produced its share of disaster, in extreme cases to a global extent, it’s no less amazing that we’ve become able to achieve so much that was once upon a time considered impossible. We’ve learned to fly. We’ve learned to breathe underwater and uncovered even more about the earth as we know it now as well as what it was long before we came along and started doing our thing. We’ve captured and accomplished true, tangible sense of magic.
