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For countless millions of years the Earth whirled through space listening only to the low grindings and gurglings of geologic change. From those rumblings sprung rivers and mountains. Eventually plant life; and well into the spin cycle — animal life.
The appearance of early animals resulted in no major shift to the planet. Animals came and animals went, rumblings continued, the mountains grew, continents re-arranged. But then came man with his need for order, and the world has never been the same.
As a member of the current evolutionary strain I often struggle to find my way from one end of the day to the other. And why is that? Lack of order. Being a millipede or a muskrat would be a pretty straightforward thing. And while moose are said to be unpredictable, they don’t even begin to unpredict like human beings do. Human beings complicate a potentially simple existence by identification with politics, religion and sports teams (sometimes classified as a subset of religion).
Sadly, those complications are further compounded by occupation. The deer that watch me from my driveway have no need to choose a way of life, no practical knowledge of style, no dubious electronic skills; they just move about, always in seeming harmony. I, on the other hand, spend most of my time attempting to understand what it is I should be doing. Right now I can happily advise that I am about to become an Uber driver. An Uber driver is a good thing to be because it allows me to set my own schedule; which in turn allows me to pursue oral history work and writing bits; which might lead to my ultimate goal of becoming — not a driver, not an oral historian, but a muskrat.
