I was recently asked by someone close to me, "Who were the feral people in your childhood?"
That's a good and complicated question. One has to back off some from it. When is feral good, when is feral bad? How do we frame all of that?
What is civilization about, how is it good, how is it bad? How is feral better, how is it worse?
My answer to the question is, firstly; "I was the feral person in my childhood, and I don't regret that for one minute."
I'm grateful to those who were tolerant of my wildness. I still kind of am angry at certain predatory personages.
But still, I was the feral person in my childhood, and because I was allowed to be her, I saw and experienced much beauty that I might have otherwise missed entirely, if I had instead become a slave to civilization.
I'm very good about that.
There are other feral people, though, who are much more problematic. Child-rapers, mother-stabbers. You know about whom I'm writing.
Okay, so how do we sort all of this out? Nature kids like me, and kid rapers like someone in my family who will go nameless here (he's dead and he didn't do it to me, but still.)
Civilization is so weird. It's so easy to think it necessary. But why? We evolved for a couple three million years as humans, before we figured this shit out.
Why? Why is this necessary? Why is this better?
It's going to kill us all yet. It's killing lots of other non-human people as I type here.