hardy +response

Considering the indifference of our universe, to repeatedly capitalize on its ability to freeze, melt, and re-freeze our earth—and after reading John Wilford’s article, “Lost in a Million-Year Gap, Solid Clues to Human Origins,” I’ve half-accepted the Zero of my role in the bigger workings of things. But the search for the actual “missing link,” to me, seems similarly *relatively worthless. I suppose all that really matters is that there used to be a number of different, contemporaneous human-likes, who had been and who continued to evolve into modern humans—and that we, now, will carry the torch of evolution. Why does identifying the exact species that we are a direct lineage from matter? If there’s just one, anyway. It seems we’ll never stop wanting to put the what to where and when, and ultimately to why. I think it’s taking it far enough—knowing it enough—to say that there was a mix of things going on, and that they will continue to mix and change and move forward. It’s just very sobering to think that we’re only a stepping-stone in this larger process. Maybe we’ll eventually evolve enough to have all this make sense.