Its the third day in a row, the hadza effect shows no sign of wearing.We'll come to the Hadza a little later.
Different species of butterflies flutter about in the site.Such wonderful colors.There's a pair with yellow and black wings.One in peacock blue with black trimming.Wonder what they come here for.Its just plain red earth, stones, cement and bricks.
The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that Life is meaningless.We add value, meaning as we go along.We as a species with superior brain development have the ability to question why but alas not have an answer.In fact the question and questioner look ridiculous in the face of 14 billion years of the expanding universe.
Hmm..Coming back to the Hadza effect.The Hadza are one of the very few surviving 21st century Hunter gatherers in the infertile desert lands of Tanzania not far from the Serengeti National park.
Off late, my reading habit has taken quite a big hit.Unable to read a 3 page article from start to finish but this one gripped my attention, nope soul!
They gather fruits,berries, nuts, hunt baboons for food.
Importantly they don't store food.Storage is an action borne out of thinking about the future, fearing lack, security and maybe a fear of Life itself.
I really envy the Hadza.Yes, they don't have proper medical help, they are bitten by mosquitoes, theirs is an "insanely committed camping trip".But they LIVE. They don't answer to anyone.Their only God is the Sun.Their ecological footprint- ZERO.What a blessing to live and leave Her(Mother Earth)like this.No possessions, no tax, no nothing. Just bow and arrows to fetch you the next meal, few reeds to get you a shelter, a small community to which you belong to,acres of infertile land and no worries.
