Hunting and Gathering

I sometimes long for that more primitive life which we once had; living in harmony with our environment. Having the knowledge of how everything fits together; understanding the plants, animals and seasons; living on our wits; hunting and gathering. Where life is precious and always on the line and death is something to be lived with.

I know there is a tendency to romanticize. That the reality is harsh. There were periods of terror, danger, disease, violent death, hunger, cold and fear. But I still crave for those days.

I crave for the brotherhood and trust of hunting in teams. I would like to live more naturally with my environment; to pit my wits against the predators; to have skills that are the difference between success and failure. 

 

Hunting and Gathering

 

Hunting and gathering in the endless wilderness

Where life is fleeting

And survival a guess.

Pitting wits against the fang and the claw

When hunger is reality

And we always want for more.

 

Solving problems looking for patterns in the wind

Where knowledge is the difference

Between death and living.

Creating a universe from out of the void

Where mystery has no answer

And sense must be destroyed.

 

Taming the elements and defeating every threat

Creating divinities to mystify

And technology to avoid the sweat.

Ending with a habitat devoid of everything

With no threats left

And no hunter gathering.

 

Opher 7.11.2015