C I P R I A N I

At the Dawn of Man…or thereabouts, the job of Man was to hunt.  To go into the wild, find food, and bring it back to his family so they could survive.

The Man would take his son and teach him how to hunt. This is how things were done and I suspect all of us can be traced back to some Father who was a successful hunter.

Provided we go back far enough.  Afterall, those whose lineage weren’t successful just didn’t make it.

Sure, some descendants from those hunters became … or rather evolved into farmers, shepherds, tradesman, etc., but at the Beginning we were hunters.

Of course, there may have been the occasional anomaly that fed his family on the scraps of other hunters.  I suppose that’s possible, but for argument’s sake, let’s just say that this unfortunate fellow was clubbed on the head and had no descendants.

And so here I am, millennia later, at home in my cave, such as it is, raising my son.

Circumstances have me working from home, as a writer, sitting somewhere between earned bread and scavenged crumbs, while my wife makes the steady living at the office.

She gets home from a hard day’s work and I take my son out to hunt…

At Chipotle.

I load the young man into the stroller, push him nearly a mile and pick up a few burritos made of human hands with the finest ingredients from…

From…

Well, I’m told the process is very humane.  The new commercial is just wonderful.

I bring the food back to my wife. A successful hunt. And I wonder:

How far we’ve come, but have we gone too far?