every day in 2016, write a sentence or a paragraph or a poem that appreciates
a particular kind of hero or heroine
once upon a time, I claim, a caveman or cavewoman convinced the people around him or her to use one syllable, let's say "blit", instead of "bingladhugehmeineroogbahferoxensismagbar" which was a word they'd constructed that meant "great big huge I mean bigger than a man bigger than two men maybe bigger than three men cat with gigantic round teeth hanging out of its mouth that kills a man with one swipe of its paw and we don't know how to kill yet except when we get lucky" or as we might say now "saber-toothed tiger" (they didn't have sabers yet and they didn't have tigers either nor AK-47s). it was a miracle! a man or a woman need only say "blit" and mothers herded kids into the caves and hoped this time the men got lucky soon while the men put down the bones they'd been gnawing on and quit telling the tall tales they'd been entertaining each other with, grabbed up their spears and clubs, and made up whatever formation they'd invented to bring them luck when they defended the caves. I'm guessing the cavepeople who used "blit" had a huge time advantage over the groups who used constructs like "bingladhugehmeineroogbahferoxensismagbar". and then there was the caveman or cavewoman or caveboy or cavegirl who thought up "bow and arrow". or the one who thought up "spear-thrower". the one who came up with hand signs, or the one who came up with "map". the one who came up with "poem". the one who came up with drums, or with a reed instrument, or a flute. I don't know how to characterize these heroes, "inventor" seems too paltry, the people who came up with bomb-shell inventions, like the button or the pocket, before we knew anything about bombs. oh you special people, of thee I sing!
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