21 September 2012
What is that rustling in the grasses over there? What if I chase it just a little bit farther Than anyone else is willing to go? What will I find out that no one else knows?
What can I do with this comfortable stone? Can I use it to scrape more meat off the bone? I'm hot and I'm tired and my fingers are sore. What else can I use a chunk of rock for?
What is there left when the fire dies down? Why should we run? What if I poke around? Little red chunks that still feel so hot, And glow even brighter when I blow the ash off.
What are those embers up in the sky? Is that where we go after we die? Silently watching while everything sleeps, Tiny, cold specks in an ocean so deep.
What does that wolf think? Does he want to attack? Or is he looking for friends, lost from his pack? If I toss him a bone, will he know who I am? Will he slowly get used to the touch of my hand?
What's under that mountain, over that sea? What are the rules behind chemistry? How does gravity make a ray of light bend? For a curious ape, the questions don't end.
Curious Ape • Opuss № I