Are We (humans) Really Fucking This Up?!? (July 26, 2017)

Even if you believe in creation, doesn’t the planet, (virtually every life form), still currently operate on chance?  Each tree, plant and grass all release millions of seeds and billions of pollens over their lifetime resting their regeneration on the chance of reproducing and or spreading.  Animals and insects do the same – every day all over the planet.  Even with humans, women produce hundreds of eggs and men produce billions of sperm, all for the chance of reproduction.  It’s the same everywhere to varying degrees.  Almost all life on the planet Earth operates under some variation of chance. 

Ok…now here is where my thought process get a little “out there”...but stay with me. 

Let’s add a little genetics and DNA into this thought process.  We share 99% of our DNA with Chimpanzees, 97% with other apes, 93% with mice, and 50% with a simple banana.  Think about that for a second.  Then consider that many of those genetic connections that we share are actually deactivated or not in use. 

Thinking about general life (encompassing plants, animals, humans) and the reproduction processes around us.  If there is a certain level of mathematical chance to life’s reproduction and we as humans share DNA with other living things I have to wonder if we aren't "cross-pollenated"  more than we realize.  Even more, I wonder if we are just too simple-minded, wrapped up in greed and other weak human tendencies to see the grand picture, and to realize what we are missing and or sacrificing without even knowing.  Are we failing ourselves? 

Were we once more connected to, and able to even communicate with animals, flora and fauna and did we just evolve out of that connection? 

Could we still communicate, but we’ve just forgotten or built walls so as to not be re4ceptive to that communication?

Are we the only ones that changed? 

Can and do other life forms still communicate and do they without us?

I can't help but think about we continue to learn about the animal kingdom.  Dolphins, orcas, elephants - from the smallest to the largest creature...there are so many other animals that we know so little about.  We learn more and more that we are ignorant in the assumptions we humans make.  And I wonder, are we really the most advanced or are we just the most quickly advancing our demise? 
But back to humankind...Think about children for a moment.  Children are born with a natural ability or instinct to see things that we seem to grow out of or regress away from.  What a disservice we are doing ourselves. 

I wonder how much we hinder our growth and hold ourselves back from actually being great.  Think about the increase of children with what we label as disabilities such as autism.  However, is it a disability? Or is it perhaps an evolution to a greater use of our brains and we are simply labeling something that we don’t understand? 

And what about anxiety...We’ve seen an increase in anxiety in all stages of life.  We call it an over stimulation – but what if it is an evolution of being more in tune with our minds and sensory connections? 

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