Kipling on UPG and Religious Dogma
A friend sent me the following from here:
|In the Neolithic Age|
|IN THE Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
For food and fame and woolly horses’ pelt.
I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt.
Yea, I sang as now I sing, when the Prehistoric spring
But a rival, of Solutré, told the tribe my style was outré—
Then I stripped them, scalp from skull, and my hunting-dogs fed full,
But my Totem saw the shame; from his ridgepole-shrine he came,
* * * *
Then the silence closed upon me till They put new clothing on me
Still they skirmish to and fro, men my messmates on the snow
Still a cultured Christian age sees us scuffle, squeak, and rage,
Still the world is wondrous large,—seven seas from marge to marge—
Here’s my wisdom for your use, as I learned it when the moose
So, perhaps a bit fewer stone age axes and a bit more getting on with life? Quit looking for a single Truth. You are not likely to find it. Kipling wrote this long before I was born. These issues are hardly new. So, poet and recon, look to that past and maybe realize that some things will always vary?