Mongols: The Last True Humans Part III
The Mongols had no desire or need for a lifestyle which called for homes and markets and roads and the rest of the trappings of “civilization.” They realized that civilizations come and go, but the essence of the mammalian lifestyle is the only possible path. Any variation from it is an unnatural divergence and must be annihilated.
Mammals have been traipsing around this earth for just about 90 million years. During all that time the essential mammalian lifestyle has not changed. Hunt for food, whether animal or vegetable, seek safe shelter, reproduce, sleep, drink, etc. Humans are effectively nothing more than direct extensions of that same basic mammalian stock. Just as it is accurate to state that our ancestor Australopithecus Africanus was little more than an “interesting mammal” it is accurate to extend that definition to ourselves. We are mammals. There are virtually no differences between humans and what we like to call the “lower animals.” For all of those who still believe that there is some form of genetic curtain between us and the rest of the mammals on this earth, please realize that our DNA sequence varies by only 1% from a chimpanzee. There is far greater difference between chimps and some other apes than there is between chimps and us. Reports of a chimp who has mastered a vocabulary of over 3,000 words, along with grammar and syntax, on a modified computer keyboard, truly bring that fact home.
After all, who do we think we are? Even by stretching the definition of civilization to the breaking point, it is only safe to say that humanity has been able to organize itself into even the most rudimentary form of “advanced” social structure for barely 10,000 years.
If we compare that period of “civilization” with the time of existence of mammalian life, we find the ratio to be completely absurd. We, as mammals lived the vast majority of our presence on this earth in a very basic, static existence. We evolved in a fairly linear path, designed for and accustomed to essentially the basic forms of mammalian life. That is normal and right, since those norms are all that mammals were exposed to. There really was nothing else. Just the necessities of life: Eat, drink, reproduce, sleep, stay alive.
But now, we fool ourselves through our infinite capacity to ignore reality, that we are different. That things have now changed. We are no longer the muddy, flea-bitten scavengers wrestling over the rank remnants of a wildebeest carcass. We are noble creatures. We are sapient wonders. We are masters over our environment and indeed masters over our own biology!
We no longer need to heed the shrieking calls in the night. We no longer need to watch the phases of the moon. We no longer need to hunt and kill and die. We have air conditioning in our caves, for Crissakes! We have microwave ovens and hot water heaters and cell phones and satellite TV and the Internet for cryin’ out loud! We are not animals!
How completely fallacious. How blind we are to who we are.
If we are to compare the time of our anomalous “civilization” to the time of our mammalian existence, it would be as if a man on his ninetieth birthday for no apparent reason decided that he was no longer a man, but a God. And he would be foolish enough to be able to maintain this charade of Deity for three whole days.
During those three days, the man would walk around as if he was a God. He would deny himself the food and rest and lifestyle of a man, since he was a God and he did not need those restrictions. He had no further connection to the humanity that is irrevocably genetically linked to him, which has composed every cell of his very body, which is the essence of everything he is. He refutes it all. He is not human. He is a God. And that is because he has so decided!
He is no longer subject to the rules of the flesh. He is above nature, environment and evolution. He can shape the world around him and his very body to suit his whims, his preferences, his philosophies and his beliefs. He can violate any barrier, surmount any obstacle, overcome any restriction.
So he lives those three days in the denial of his humanity, and in the glorification of his Godhood. Reveling in the glories of being a God, he surrounds himself with the trappings of Deity. He makes his body do things that it was not designed for, exposes it to sensations, situations and stresses that it has never encountered before in its ninety years of life. And he will make his body change and adapt in these three days! Why? Because he is a God!
And if anyone dare challenge him, he waves off the foolish unbeliever. How could anyone deny his Godhood, and assume him to still be a man? After these three eventful days past his ninetieth birthday?
How laughable we find the daft old man. How ridiculous we find the entire situation. How unlikely we find his sudden claim to Godhood after 90 years of mundane human existence.
Yet we have duly convinced ourselves of illusions just as laughable as the old man who thought he was a God. We have allowed ourselves to believe that brains and eyes seasoned only to long, languorous scans of wide horizons for game can now absorb MTV fraction-of-a-second quick edits for hours at a time. We have allowed ourselves to believe that digestive systems accustomed to eating only when food was sporadically available can now absorb three scheduled meals a day at the Sizzler Buffet. We have allowed ourselves to believe that the adrenalin levels which were encountered only a few times in each Mongol warrior’s lifetime can now be absorbed for days in a row while playing videogames.
In our three days of Godhood madness we have convinced ourselves of even more ludicrous fantasies than our poor senile deluded old man.
Yes, our three days. Three days out of ninety years. That corresponds to 10,000 years out of 90 million. That is how long our civilization has lasted versus how long we have essentially had a static, natural lifestyle.
So who is more foolish? The old man who thought he was a God or us?
The Mongols were well aware of who they were. They were well aware of just what an aberration civilization really is. They understood that it was and continues to be an unnatural way of life. They realized that it was a momentary lull in human sanity. A wink in a million year old eye. A fleeting, temporary madness which made humans think that they should abandon their roots which dug into millions of years for what was to the Mongols an incomprehensible and reprehensible existence. The Mongols thought humanity had gone insane. And they did whatever they could to bring humanity back to its senses.
The Mongols were the last true humans. The last ones who understood what humanity was at its core, not the urbanized, stressed, maddened animals we have become.
The fact that they were defeated by their own absorption into the milieu of civilization speaks only of their woefully inadequate ratio of conquerors versus conquered rather than to the righteousness of their cause. The Mongols came very, very close to restoring their view of a natural lifestyle upon virtually the entire Eastern Hemisphere.