Walking Through Echoes of the Past
A couple months ago, I found myself in Palenque, Mexico, hiking through a jungle of Mayan ruins.
Ghosts of ancient souls were alive in the dirt on my shoes and the moisture in the air. The jungle - a unified organism - carried it's history in the life that it currently breathes. I felt myself walking through the essence of something that was once great; moving through the subconscious energy of a lost world. The feeling was cohesive; existing as the spirit of humanity itself while opening my eyes to the expansiveness of the unknown.
It's quite possible (and likely) that there are fragments of advanced civilizations buried all over the world. We can only begin to comprehend what life was like on earth 20,000 years ago - let alone 700 million. Are we the first intelligent life form to exist on this planet? To date, we've managed to put a certain puzzle together that writes the script of human history, but it's clear that we don't have all the pieces.
And we may never have them. History as we know it is malleable and fluid. What's written in the books today may be proven worthless in 2000 years. People once thought the earth was flat and accepted that as the truth. Our base of knowledge is always evolving - always taking new shape with the excavations of seeking shovels in the mountainsides - and we must see it as an opportunity to grow instead of a shallow protection of a previously accepted norm.
We live seamlessly alongside our rich history in a state of constant flux. It's a beautiful dance.