Not only do you get to screw his mate and eat most of his food...he will relent. Because if he doesn't, you will hit him with a stick again. And then all the Ogs, fearing the stick, will cower in your presence. Ok. Then what? Seems about as empty a resource for amusement as slaving to acquire more things. Well, at least the things that the guy with the stick will allow you to have.
So these simple human pleasures...wealth and power...are indeed that. Simple. Childlike. Unworthy of any real effort to attain, for anyone with half a brain. I should know...I have about half. Even I can work this one out.
So those in power...the ones with the sticks...are simple minded cave men. Seems pretty logical to me. They are those that haven't gotten beyond the materialism/hit-Og-with-a-stick thingy. So what is so difficult about overthrowing(hitting them with a stick) these non compus menti? Well, sticks of course. They have them. In spades.
But when and if all of us 'Ogs' decide at some point that we don't want to be enslaved cowards huddling in the back of the cave where there is no food or heat, I think we better have a better idea about where our species should be headed.
To me, it is a matter of durability. We humans don't have much of it.
We are pretty delicate, when it comes right down to it. We live three score and ten, generally speaking. And the last ten suck big time. If we could only transplant our individual consciousness into more durable packaging...we could save ourselves a lot of trouble. Hitting me with a stick wouldn't have quite the same impact if my body was made of titanium and guaranteed to last three thousand years without maintenance. But then again, no other 'proto-human' would have need to hit me or anyone. Food and shelter would no longer be a necessity. There would be no more 'creature-comforts' to long or slave for. Along with our transition to this new package, we must lose a few things. Emotion would top my list of things we could do without very well thank you. It seems that among the things that haunt our consciousness and worry us to death, can be our emotions. Better off without them if you ask me. They are among the 'sticks' that the head poo-ba has in his arsenal to smack us with. But you know that. Proto-humanity is a discussion for another day.
Let's get back to the here and now and how concerned we are with Kim Kardashian's baby-bump. C'mon people. I wasn't that concerned with my own wife's wardrobe during gestation. I should turn on my talmud-vision and view Kim's distended belly in designer fabric? I mean where are your brains? I wouldn't concern myself too much about transferring such gray matter into titanium housings...natural selection being what it is, it probably wouldn't take.
Someone told me that if there was a way to send a huge mirror into space...that we could look at it through a telescope and see our past. Interesting idea. Not very practical, but a mind-bending notion. That is what the four of cups is all about. Passing on the next drink. Bored to distraction with the material. Looking for other venues of discovery.