Brave Warriors… Noble Savages… men who live as designed by evolution's slow plodd(tt)ing. They are at peace with their surroundings. They actually need one another, not in the modern abstract emotional way, the sort that somehow just breeds resentment, but need in the simplest sense, a helpful set of hands, eyes, and another mind to assist the tribe in navigating life's perils.
They grieve the dead but do not feel other kinds of loss. They do not fight their inner nature. They do not have to. They do not have philosophy. They do not need it.
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...or so I imagine. Being in a primitive tribe may be more like highschool.
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