I stare at old bones and images of our distant ancestors, and I get glimpses of who I am and what I share with other humans. I have a personal and recognizable lineage that goes back millions of years. There are illustrating traces all along the way as I try to look back through all the years that my predecessors have been present. My story is fascinating.
Most of the story is told in fossilized bones and frozen footprints. These hardened relics speak of ancestors who long ago began looking a little like I do today. Gradually their progeny evolved into an appearance that I recognize in my morning glance in the mirror.
Along the way, the bodies of my ancestors changed in a manner that supported intelligence. The field of energy in their bodies become more and more aligned with a deeper reality, and humans could understand their world in a new and deeper ways. Humans gradually grew in an awareness and insight that seemed more powerful than other creatures and the inanimate world.
Most of the traces of this intelligent awareness are but thousands of years old, except for a few relics that suggest the first use of tools. There have been countless structures built, pictures drawn, and written languages left behind by my ancestors. Through them I know of their awareness and intelligence and how it has grown.
I now live in a world on which human intelligence continues to leave its mark and sometimes flounders. As I look around, I see both marvels and vast areas of ruin. I think our awareness and intelligence has faltered, and I am not sure what that means for the future of the vast numbers of humans. I am convinced that only the aware will continue to survive and prosper. Evolution is sometimes messy.