Lawd not this again.
I know it has become fashionable to lament the change from hunter-gather to agrarian lifestyles, let alone the modern technological age, but holy crap people think it through.
No modern dentistry. No antibiotics. No anti-virals. No vaccinations. You'd be an elder if you lived to be 40, and you probably wouldn't enjoy middle age much. Many would die in childhood or early adulthood of diseases, disorders and injuries that are trivial with modern medical science.
You'd travel on foot, and there would be no roads. 30 miles and back would be a journey you'd pack multiple-days worth of supplies for. No Kelty backpacks or waterproof ultralight tents. Travel would be arduous and dangerous and a migration would involve many deaths, especially among the old and the very young.
Few if any metal tools. Ladies, you'd cook over a campfire. You'd fry quail eggs on hot rocks, and you'd boil water by fishing hot rocks out of the fire with crude wooden tongs and dropping them in a leather waterskin. Men, you'd hunt with a spear or possibly a crude bow and arrows. If some bear decided to take your family's daily food from you, you could either run away or fight 400-800 pounds of fur and fangs with crude hand weapons.
Might make for a fun adventure-vacation for a week or two, but you'd do it day in and day out, month after month and year after year, and it wouldn't be an adventure, it would be a daily grind.
No maternity wards, no ultrasound, no pediatricians.... and no epidural to ease the pain. No condoms, no implants, no Pill. Have fun gals.
No central heating or AC. In the winter you'd freeze your ass off, in the summer you'd broil, and there would be no relief.
Primitive societies are not peaceful nature lovers... they're engaged in a bitter, hard tooth-and-nail battle-for-survival with nature. They're also inclined to make war on other tribes, and historically many practiced cannibalism or torture of prisoners or both.
You'd be born, live your life, and die (probably in your 30's) as ignorant as dirt. You wouldn't know what stars were, or what lightning was. You'd probably think disease was caused by evil spirits and let the tribal Shaman beat your sick daughter with a Ju-Ju Stick to drive out the Fever Imps. You'd probably live in constant fear of imaginary monsters... anything you didn't understand would frighten you, and you would understand almost nothing.
You could be in perfect health and youth and still die from an infected splinter, or dysentery, or childbirth, or an abcessed tooth.
No thanks. I prefer the modern world, flawed as it is.
Fiddling While Rome Burns
Carthago Delenda Est
"I used to roll the dice; see the fear in my enemies' eyes... listen as the crowd would sing, 'now the old king is dead, Long Live the King.'.."
I'd assume we are, because we live four times longer. True, we have stress, but it is about small things. 21st century man worries about a promotion. 210th century BCE man worried about being eaten by a lion. We have better medical care, safe food, safe water, war is less barbaric.
I love it when people who live hundreds of thousands of years post hoc glorify a time when they wouldn't survive a week.
We're far better off than prehistoric man was, in a great number of ways.
If you build a man a fire, he'll be warm for a day.
If you set a man on fire, he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
It occurs to me that, if we were to live out of doors in tents and cook over fires made by wood we've gathered, we could get by on earnings from working 20 hours a week, too.
and we wouldn't have to try to kill large animals with hand thrown spears, either.
Can't we just turn Congress off and then turn it back on again?
"A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murder is less to fear"
Cicero Marcus Tullius
Around 10,000 years ago, a new human species started to evolve and is still evolving within our species, which is misnamed homo sapiens after only a few of its members. But the obsolescent and unfit homo erectus still dominates, even though the whole species would be doomed if not saved by the new species, whom they are ungrateful and insulting to. This retrogrades' leader intimidates the smart ones or gets them to serve him through an intelligence-hating worship of Nature and the glorification of its primitive nightmarish chaos. These meek geek traitors to the new human species give away credit for our advancement out of the jungle to imaginary gods and their appointed substitute, the King Ape himself. This dumb hulk leads by grunting, howling at the moon, pounding his chest, and hitting the terrified and ignorant over the head with his club.
On the outside, trickling down on the insiders.
We won't live free until the 1% live in fear.
Hey, richboys! Imagine the boot of democracy stomping on your faces, forever.