Taken from Timothy Findleys exceptional book Famous last words is this piece about the nature of the human race:
And out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something irresistible above my head, seen in the ebb and flow of the swinging light: the imprint of a human hand.chiefpedro in Literatur | TrackBack(0)God only knew how long ago it had been put there. Maybe ten - and maybe twenty thousand years before. This is my mark, it said, My mark that I was here. All I can tell you of my self and of my time and of the world in which I lived is in this signature: this hand print; mine.
I saw these animals. I saw this grass. I saw these stars. We made these wars. And then the ice came.
Now the stars have disappeared. The grass is gone; the animals are calling to us out beyond this place - the frozen entrance to this cave.
In days or hours we will have died. We cannot breathe. The lanthorn flicks. All the air is gone. I leave you this: my hand as signature beside this images of what I knew. Look how my fingers spread to tell my name.
Some there are who never disappear. And I knew I was sitting at the heart of the human race - which is its will to say I am.