I read something interesting in National Geographic about the 'Hadza' people.

They're a group of hunter-gatherers in Tanzania actually living the way we've only seen in history texts.

Life for them is what we consider 'living history'.
They do not farm or harvest, but only hunt for game, and pick for vegetation.

Their lives are happy, they're content.
Disputes are almost unheard of, friendship is extended to everyone.

They worship the sun and give thanks to its power.


The transience of life is also very obvious to them.
However, they do not mourn in the case of death-- even for a 'friend'.
For a companion, a spouse, a father, a mother; they do not weep.
Aa small grave is dug, and twigs and leaves are tossed above.

No ceremonies, no emotion, no living in the past.



No living in the past.

But I wonder, do they love?
Can you love with that much detachment?
Or have they grasped something else, understood something we cannot about the shell of our bodies.

Or are they behind?
So rudimentary in their thinking, that love does not exist.

Or maybe it's just there, neither acknowledged nor ignored, an unspoken understanding of life.



Did we develop love, or did love develop us.