Flavigula

I am split between the idea of saving a race or group of a species (including humans) who have been overtaken and passed by the remainder of the world and left far behind and letting them die out as most non-adaptive creatures have in the past.

Technology is the main culprit for this rushing onward. Being left behind means inevitable death.

Being a sort of conservation biologist (I should really put that word in quotes), I veer towards the former path. I clearly see that the latter road is the one that nature always takes with every race/group/species that is left behind.

The indigenous people who live in the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug have a tradition where they name a place after the person who is buried there. This means that as generations go by, the names of places change. They are as fluid as the people themselves, overreigned by a immutable tradition.

Discuss.

The dichotomy of black and white as opposed to living without any kind of conflict because no conflict actually exists. Western Culture creates a sense of good and evil in everyone. Without something to fight against, there is nothing to define ourselves by.

Indigenous people who live in harmony with their own ecosystem accept all around them as it is - they are harmonic, if you will, to use a cliché’d phrase. The mentality of black and white simply doesn’t exist. There is no reason to define oneself because conflict against something else. Rather, humans live in a culture which is at one with its ecosystem.

Is quality of life the freedom to be your own boss and to have freedom from the chains of country and culture? Or is quality of life accumulating material things?

This is another black and white question. Think about it as on axis, or a plane.

Discussion now centres around how the Uralic culture always wants their children to grow up around reindeer. You cannot be a human without reindeer around you. And the transfer of values to children because of this let them grow up in a ethically rich way and pass the same values on to their own culture.

If this were me, the world would be a desert. Desolation. Nothing. My childhood should not be passed on.