Abishai100
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Cannibalism is a strange and obviously questionable practice that various human groups have experimented with, including the Aztecs of Mexico (14th-16th Centuries) and the survivors of the South American rugby team stranded without food in the snowy Andes Mountains after a plane crash in 1972.
When human beings were first evolving 'away' from monkeys, they ate only fruits and veggies (e.g., cranberries, carrots, etc.), but when they started making tools to hunt animals for meat to cook, they grew in size and musculature. Today, humanity is defined by mass consumerism (e.g., Burger King, Wal-Mart, etc.), and one can argue that we're more 'ravenous' now than ever!
Here is a hypothetical series of sci-fi/fantasy journal entries by a fictional sea-man named Captain Abel whose encounter with a strange peoples leads him to illuminating discoveries about ethical boundaries involving cannibalism and the 'metaphysics of consumption.'
Let me know what you think!
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AUGUST 4, 1645:
My first encounter with the Namu tribe of Australia leads me to believe that primitive living brings one closer to the embrace of nature and rugged living. The Namu are strange and lively, and their rituals denote a special focus on rotational leadership and the worship of fish. The Namu assign honoured fishermen to do all of the necessary fishing for them, and the shaman of the group recites special chants to the dead fish before it is cooked in the fire.
AUGUST 28, 1645:
It is my 4th week with the Namu, and I do not regret that my exploratory vessel the Dame was washed up on the shores of their remote and unmapped island off the western coast of Australia during a terrible storm. My surviving crewmen, about ten ship-mates (the 11th is dying of scurvy), are getting along fine with the Namu. However, we've been noticing strange behavioural changes in the Namu as the autumn season approaches. The shaman keeps signalling to us that some kind of harvest is approaching and that my ship-mates need to be ready.
SEPTEMBER 23, 1645:
This is a dire journal entry. Four of my ship-mates are dead, eaten alive by the shockingly savage and cannibalistic Namu who have somehow used social 'etiquette' to keep their strange practice of eating human flesh a secret from us. I realize now that the Namu were 'fattening' us up for this so-called 'harvest' which was merely they annual autumn ritual of sacrificing humans for food. The Namu are obviously delighted that a white race of peoples washed up on their island and gave them the 'special' opportunity to use us for food rather than resorting to their 'normal' ritual of sacrificing male sons every autumn for food!
NOVEMBER 1, 1645:
There are only 4 of us left now, the others --- eaten by the Namu. Their 'eating season' has drawn to a close now, but we are every eager to escape their clutches before the next 'harvest.' What I've learned is that primitive peoples are not necessarily closer to nature or to God and can exhibit the same sort of savage execution that my European peers exhibit in their wanton experimentation with ruthless and profiteerism-bent colonialization. My quest to find a bucolic peoples who adore nature has led me to a peoples who exemplify a common baseline of 'cruelty' inherent in all of humanity --- the will to conquer.
January 14, 1646:
My three surviving ship-mates and I have boarded our haphazardly rebuilt sailing vessel the Dame and have sailed away from the island of the strange and savage Namu. We are relieved to be in the sea and with some luck, we should find the shores of the Far East before the Dame gives out. Everything should turn out for the best, and my ship-mates and I have decided to keep the whole affair with the Namu a secret, and I have no intention of disclosing the location of the hidden island to European mapmakers.
January 21, 1646:
Indeed, a very strange turn of events. Our ship has encountered some sort of 'whirlpool time tunnel' during another terrible storm, and we find ourselves on the shores of Japan --- but the year is 1850! The 'Americans' are busy with their anti-slavery 'Civil War,' and Europe is much changed. We've kept our 'incident' with the Namu a secret, but my ship-mates and I plan to use the 'wisdom' gained from our misadventurous contact with the Namu to better understand 'human will.' We should be able to 'integrate' ourselves into modern Europe easily, enjoying 'tea and cookies,' and perhaps, we will be 'diplomats of history.'
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Cannibalism
When human beings were first evolving 'away' from monkeys, they ate only fruits and veggies (e.g., cranberries, carrots, etc.), but when they started making tools to hunt animals for meat to cook, they grew in size and musculature. Today, humanity is defined by mass consumerism (e.g., Burger King, Wal-Mart, etc.), and one can argue that we're more 'ravenous' now than ever!
Here is a hypothetical series of sci-fi/fantasy journal entries by a fictional sea-man named Captain Abel whose encounter with a strange peoples leads him to illuminating discoveries about ethical boundaries involving cannibalism and the 'metaphysics of consumption.'
Let me know what you think!
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"
AUGUST 4, 1645:
My first encounter with the Namu tribe of Australia leads me to believe that primitive living brings one closer to the embrace of nature and rugged living. The Namu are strange and lively, and their rituals denote a special focus on rotational leadership and the worship of fish. The Namu assign honoured fishermen to do all of the necessary fishing for them, and the shaman of the group recites special chants to the dead fish before it is cooked in the fire.
AUGUST 28, 1645:
It is my 4th week with the Namu, and I do not regret that my exploratory vessel the Dame was washed up on the shores of their remote and unmapped island off the western coast of Australia during a terrible storm. My surviving crewmen, about ten ship-mates (the 11th is dying of scurvy), are getting along fine with the Namu. However, we've been noticing strange behavioural changes in the Namu as the autumn season approaches. The shaman keeps signalling to us that some kind of harvest is approaching and that my ship-mates need to be ready.
SEPTEMBER 23, 1645:
This is a dire journal entry. Four of my ship-mates are dead, eaten alive by the shockingly savage and cannibalistic Namu who have somehow used social 'etiquette' to keep their strange practice of eating human flesh a secret from us. I realize now that the Namu were 'fattening' us up for this so-called 'harvest' which was merely they annual autumn ritual of sacrificing humans for food. The Namu are obviously delighted that a white race of peoples washed up on their island and gave them the 'special' opportunity to use us for food rather than resorting to their 'normal' ritual of sacrificing male sons every autumn for food!
NOVEMBER 1, 1645:
There are only 4 of us left now, the others --- eaten by the Namu. Their 'eating season' has drawn to a close now, but we are every eager to escape their clutches before the next 'harvest.' What I've learned is that primitive peoples are not necessarily closer to nature or to God and can exhibit the same sort of savage execution that my European peers exhibit in their wanton experimentation with ruthless and profiteerism-bent colonialization. My quest to find a bucolic peoples who adore nature has led me to a peoples who exemplify a common baseline of 'cruelty' inherent in all of humanity --- the will to conquer.
January 14, 1646:
My three surviving ship-mates and I have boarded our haphazardly rebuilt sailing vessel the Dame and have sailed away from the island of the strange and savage Namu. We are relieved to be in the sea and with some luck, we should find the shores of the Far East before the Dame gives out. Everything should turn out for the best, and my ship-mates and I have decided to keep the whole affair with the Namu a secret, and I have no intention of disclosing the location of the hidden island to European mapmakers.
January 21, 1646:
Indeed, a very strange turn of events. Our ship has encountered some sort of 'whirlpool time tunnel' during another terrible storm, and we find ourselves on the shores of Japan --- but the year is 1850! The 'Americans' are busy with their anti-slavery 'Civil War,' and Europe is much changed. We've kept our 'incident' with the Namu a secret, but my ship-mates and I plan to use the 'wisdom' gained from our misadventurous contact with the Namu to better understand 'human will.' We should be able to 'integrate' ourselves into modern Europe easily, enjoying 'tea and cookies,' and perhaps, we will be 'diplomats of history.'
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Cannibalism