Outer World Day 3

The day starts with coffee. 
Doesn't every day starts with coffee? Yes. Indeed. Every day does. 
But this day took me out of my inner world, because shortly after my initial caffein dose of the day, I head my way to the Anthropological museum of Mexico City. 
The thing about anthropology, is that every time I indulge with its study or vicinity - I am reminded of how connected we all are, and how evolution has made its way with our species from all different ends of the world. Museums all over the world show the same things from the past: tools. Skulls. Weapons. Pots. Pans. Art. Stories passed on scrolls or murals. Some five hundred years from now, even our own so-called 'modern' life will be presented as anthropological research. Future minds will look back on how we tell stories of how we live our lives: through films, and art, and social media... and all that would have remained from our time would be the stories we tell, the tools we used, the evolution and achievements we were part of. Nothing ever changes really, and yet... everything changes. That is the notion of change, isn't it? What better way to investigate all that? I think to myself, as I walk through the halls of the Maya, the Aztec, the Mexican society of prior times. And how nice is it to visit an out world such as the world of the past? The ancient past, the one we rarely think about. And when we think about - we are misguided, thinking nobody knew then what we know now. Truth is - nothing changes, and yet everything changes... Some years and years and years ago - a female presenting human such as myself - had thoughts and wonders and hopes and dreams, and she may have not known the modern 'gadgets' of my time - but she is as evolved and capable of evolvement as I am. If not - more.