Rant: Doc: What is Man

What is man?
That tragic comedian whose greed is surpassed only by his ignorance and stupidity,
whose great cerebral cortex sits astride his primitive instinctual brain, like a rider on a
horse he cannot control?
A Quark in an infinite universe, concerned only with his own gluons, blissfully ignorant of
the bigger picture? A gene transmitting machine bound to serve his DNA?
Architect of monumental follies and crumbling edifices, dreamer of ephemeral hopes, lofty
ideas and ideals, that pass him by like wisps of mist, transforming yesterdayʼs hopes into
tomorrowʼs regrets, he stumbles between the two, half mindful of today, beset by thoughts
that flick across his mind like min min lights.
And I am that too.
And yet for all of this, I love him, nay, love him with a passion, my fellow journey man.

B :-) doc