Dear pithecus

Dearest pithecus

I write you again to inquire about your life.

What was it like to step into the world that first time? What were your thoughts? Could I understand their content? Did you bring fire with you or did you learn to make it? What manner of weapons did you fashion? What did you kill and what did you eat? You became a traveler. Perhaps you met others, somewhat different than you? Did you kill and eat them or did you love them? How did you live out your days upon the earth?

Tell me, did you have a god or gods? Did they aid or harm you? I have heard that man developed a fear of the shadows early on as a survival advantage. I suppose not every dark corner of the forest harbours a demon, but thinking so might protect one from a sabretooth on occasion. To this day our sense of the supernatural may still be hard-wired, as it were. It is a legacy left over from your day my darling pithecus. What do you think? Perhaps there is no difference to you between a sabretooth and a demon...

What was your impression of the sun and moon, those great lights of day and night? What did you long for? What cambrian thoughts burned beneath your brow?

I'm full of questions dear pithecus but perhaps you have nothing to say? That's right you're a man of action.. but I wonder sometimes about that first step.. not a literal step mind you, but the impulse to move out into the world. A great deal has happened since then. I wonder what you would think of it all.. I'm excited at the prospect of one day receiving an answer from you.

Your loving child,

H. Sapiens