Human things
February 1st, 2012Are there certain activities that define what it is to be a human being? I think there are. It’s not even necessarily that we are the only species on earth to do these things–although I suspect that’s often the case–but rather that we’re the best at it and that the activity itself shapes us into what we are.
Farming and animal husbandry. These are obvious. Lots of creatures on earth acquire food in other ways. But we do these like a house on fire. It’s who we are.
Tool-making. Ditto. Chimpanzees using twigs to gather termites notwithstanding, no other species living on the earth today even comes close to our abilities in this area. There’s just no comparison.
Speech. Again, pretty obvious. We speak to each other with a range of meaning and a depth of nuance that no other creature on earth even comes close to. We chatter away to one another all our waking hours and we even talk to ourselves. Related: writing.
Thinking. Thinking about other times and places; what others know and how they feel; and about our own mortality. Other species have some cognitive abilities, of course, but even a toddler could out-think them.
Here’s one that’s obvious only after you think about it: music. Is there another species which uses sound purely as a form of art? I don’t think so. In any case the sheer scope and variety of our musical endeavors is just not found in any other species.
All other visual arts. Dance, drawing, sculpting and everything related. Even photography, filmmaking, fashion and architecture are in this category. The dancing and nest-building behaviors of other creatures simply cannot compare.
Cooking. Seriously. Rudimentary and instinctual food preparation is not entirely unknown in other species, but we take the cake–after baking and decorating it.
There’s lots of things we share with other animals. That should be no surprise, as we’re a part of the naturally evolving life on this planet, not separate from it. Many species learn, adapt, care for their young, build homes, communicate with one another and have social hierarchies. But there are things that we do far better or far more prolifically than any of the other creatures on the earth.
Here’s a further deep thought. Do you suppose one could predict human happiness and well-being based solely on that individual’s participation in the above activities? Do you think someone could be truly unhappy if she habitually farmed, sang, wrote, painted, spoke and engaged in reflective thought?
Maybe they’re not just the things we do. Maybe they’re things we must do.


It’s an exciting project to be part of. It can be a viscerally rewarding thing to make honest, rootsy rock music with nothing but attitude, poetry, tube amps and wooden drumsticks. But it can be another thing entirely to engineer a piece of aural shock and awe using modern studio magic. Endless Blue is the latter.