A football supporter’s view of creation.
I’ve had this weird sensation of late. I’m in a shop, or on the street, surrounded by others, when I get this startling feeling of being outside of myself and looking down on the world. All of a sudden it seems very strange to me. We humans seem like oddly-shaped, twittering mammals, perched up on our hind legs, and living almost entirely in a world made up of the products of our brains, horribly divorced from nature and from the planet we inhabit.
It’s a commonplace to refer to the human race as the high point of evolution. As Shakespeare put it: “What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals!”
Not some of the people I know! Noble in reason? Infinite in faculty? The beauty of the world? Overweight, opinionated and petty-minded would be a better description. Drunk on their own sense of self-importance. (And I include myself in that!)
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