Anthropological Truths – From a Park Bench
I sat down on the wooden bench to survey the autumnal scene. It was a sunny afternoon and freshly fallen leaves were scattered across the grass. Jim sat slightly slumped at the other end with his eyes closed. I wasn’t sure whether he knew I was there. He wasn’t asleep – I think he was meditating. “I’ve been reading about evolution in the library”, he said. “About the Out of Africa theory, … and I’ve…