So now, gather round the children and elders, as I will tell a tale of once, way back when we all lived in the forest. I assure you the tale is nothing if not both authentic and novel. I readily admit the probable likelihood that you will dispute this axiom once I have told the tale. Saying you have heard it somewhere before.
“And there isn’t anything I can say to make you believe me. I can only state the facts as they are and hope you will believe me. Here goes….”
What conclusions have I, I will deduce for you now–
The situation persuading you that my tale is not novel and authentic, is itself my empirical evidence I assert supports my axioms of novelty and authenticity. For all we are is tales of once, way back when.
Put in different words, we are (the) story, our lives are the stories of the story. The story/ies allow us to experience being a person.
What it is “to live a life.”
Anthropologists study man and groups of men.
Anthropologists believe it necessary to define their object of study concisely and explicitly before any other work may be done.
Anthropologists say “humankind” instead of “mankind,” now.
Anthropological professors at universities all begin their first day lecture with a projected digital slide of Indiana Jones on the projector screen. And, they say, “Anthropology is not Indiana Jones.”
I throw up in my mouth a little. Who said it was?
A biology professor once told me that he studied what it meant to not not be alive. Highly instructive once I got over the voice yelling “h0wl pretentious.” Giggle, just because someone is paranoid, for example, does not mean they are incorrect in their assertion. A drug addict told me that a decade ago. I think he fixes cars now.
VVonderland Minor. 2009.