Allow me. To march through life. Out of step. Away from the
modern world. Yes. Yes. In my own way. At my own pace. Like it was in the Stone
Age. Three million years ago. Before the emergence of political, economic and
social movements. When man lived in caves. And invented stone tools. In order
to survive. That’s what I am. An inherent cave-dweller. Looking for a safe
place to hide. From the manipulators of
the modern world. I want the simple life. Nothing more complex. Than protecting
myself from perils. And seeing to it that I gather enough food. To survive.
Sitting around a fire. In my precious cave. Like my prehistoric ancestors. Ah,
for a return to the good life. Once again. --Jim Broede
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