There is no objective definition of humanity. There is no objective time when humanity began. These are all stories we created for ourselves to help make sense of our world.
The creationist’s story of humanity’s beginning fails because it mistakes a symbolic story as a literal historical account.
The mythicists’ stories are stories in the truest since. They were never intended to offer us historical truth; they were only ever meant to offer us symbolic truth.
When did humanity begin? This is at least as much a philosophical question as it is a biological or anthropological one. Embedded within it is a deeper, much more fundamental, more consequential question: What is humanity?
Humanity is beautiful. I believe embracing this story is perhaps the single most important thing we can do to build the more just, sustainable, peaceful, prosperous, and free global society we want and need.
Our collective story of outrage and despair at its core is a reflection of our fear that our very existence and ways of life are endangered, if not already lost.
We should feel ashamed of what we’ve done and who we are. We are an abomination.
Think of this as a self-help book, not for you or any other one person, but for humanity itself.
I remember the day when my shift to a new story began to crystallize.
“If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention,” I told myself.