I spent another laid-back afternoon in my Archaeology class at UP feigning interest and keeping myself conscious lest I embarrass myself and my professor. By laid-back I meant slouching in my chair, my right foot on the back of the dilapidated arm chair in front of me, while a classmate of mine traced the rise and fall of the Egyptian civilization. It was nothing much different from last week’s talk on the grand ascent and equally epic decline of the civilizations in the Fertile Crescent and how they were overrun by the Akkadians, Hittites, and all those tribes in history that seemed to have gotten nothing better to do but sacking villages inhabited by innocent and peace-loving people whose biggest problem was that they were painfully bored. The lecture totally beggared me with the understanding of these peoples’ motivation for fighting over a narrow strip of flood plain between Tigris and Euphrates when the rest of the world is up for the picking that time.
But I guess, that’s the irony of man’s existence–he burdens and pains himself with the non-necessary. He forces himself to do many things whose immediate importance in his life is indeterminate. He is, however, scared to admit to himself that most of the things he values, his ‘non-negotiables,’ are in fact as superfluous as his existence.
I gathered my supposed ‘non-negotiables’ on top of my armchair, took pictures of them from varying angles, and for a moment thought that my being there was redundant, a supernumerary ornamentation.