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Uploaded on Mar 25, 2010

They must be the most contented people in the world. They have no crime, no punishment, no violence, no laws... ...no police, judges, rulers or bosses. They believe that the gods put only good and useful things on the earth for ...them. ln this world of theirs, nothing is bad or evil. Even a poisonous snake is not bad. You just have to keep away from the sharp end. Actually, a snake is very good. In fact, it's delicious. And the skin makes a fine pouch. They live in the vastness of the Kalahari in small family groups. One family of Bushmen might meet up with another once in a few years. But for the most part, they live in complete isolation... ...unaware there are other people in the world. In the deep Kalahari, there are Bushmen who have not heard of civilized man. Sometimes they hear a thundering sound when there are no clouds. They assume the gods have eaten too much and their tummies are rumbling. Sometimes they can even see the evidence of the gods' flatulence. Their language has an idiosyncrasy of its own. It seems to consist mainly of clicking sounds. They're very gentle people. They'll never punish a child or even speak harshly to it. So the kids are extremely well-behaved. Their games are cute and inventive. When the family needs meat... ...the hunter dips his arrow in a brew that acts as a tranquilliser. When he shoots a buck, it feels a sting and the arrow drops out. The buck runs away, but soon it gets drowsy... ...and it stops running. After a while, it goes to sleep. The hunter apologizes. He explains that his family needs the meat. The characteristic which really makes them different from all other races... ...is that they have no sense of ownership at all. Where they live, there's nothing you can own. Only trees and grass and animals. These Bushmen have never seen a stone or a rock in their lives. The hardest things they know are wood and bone. They live in a gentle world, where nothing is as hard as rock, steel or concrete. Only miles to the south, there's a vast city. And here you find civilized man. Civilized man refused to adapt himself to his environment. Instead he adapted his environment to suit him. So he built cities, roads, vehicles, machinery. And he put up power lines to run his labour-saving devices. But he didn't know when to stop. The more he improved his surroundings to make life easier... ...the more complicated he made it. Now his children are sentenced to to years of school, to learn... ...how to survive in this complex and hazardous habitat. And civilized man, who refused to adapt to his surroundings... ...now finds he has to adapt and re-adapt... ...every hour of the day to his self-created environment. For instance, if it's Monday... ...and : comes up, you have to dis- adapt from your domestic surroundings... ...and re-adapt yourself to an entirely different environment. : means everybody has to look busy. I've got a good story about handicapped children. Handicapped children? No! You don't recommend stuff you don't.... Sorry. I'll only print sweetness and light, even if it bores the pants off them. : means you can stop looking busy for minutes. And then, you have to look busy again. -Hi, Kate. -Hi, Pete. Can you use this about the teacher shortage in Botswana? -Good story? -Yeah. They'll take anybody who can read and write. I don't know. I got bawled out for writing a story on mugging. My page should be sweet and light, like Liberace and Jackie Onassis. Your day is chopped into pieces. In each segment of time... -...you adapt to new circumstances. -May I share a table? No wonder some people go off the rails a bit. Does the noise in my head bother you? No. Still got that story about the teacher shortage in Botswana? -Yeah. You gonna use it? -No. Maybe they can use me. In the Kalahari, it's always Tuesday, or Thursday if you like. Or Sunday. No clocks or calendars tell you to do this or that.

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