Sunday, June 14, 2009

By Our Poems, Not Our Corpses

Here is a little philosophy for ya. I read this passage recently and thought I would share it. It was written by Robert Ardrey. He was an American playwright and screenwriter who returned to his academic training in anthropology and the behavioral sciences in the 1950s.

But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.


  1. Wow! What can I say Ol' mate! I am not an American as you well know, but this is what I consider to be a wonderfully constructed article! Bravo.

  2. Thanks Indy. I think that passage applies to all of us.