I was watching a program on PBS about evolution featuring lots of kinds of monkeys. The thesis was that the closer genetically they were to H. sapiens, the more violent they were with each other (males not just bluffing, but inflicting serious damage), the more the males herded the females, the more strife from unattached males, the more meat they ate, etc.
I feel like a bonobo in the land of baboons!
I think you and i have the same record collection, though. I first heard those lyrics from Gordon Bok. Do you know him? From Maine? His gift to a woman friend with cabin fever:
When the deer have bedded down and the bear has gone to ground And the northern geese have wandered off to warmer bay and sound It's so easy in the cold to feel the darkness of the year But you know they're only waiting for the morning.
Oh, my Joanie, don't you know that the stars are swinging slow And the seas are rolling easy as they did so long ago? If i had a thing to give you, i would tell you one more time That the world is always turning toward the morning.