Monday, May 20, 2013

One in Seven Billion



As I started writing this there were 7,086,246,922 humans on the planet.  That’s 7 billion.  A new one is born in the United States every 8 seconds, and one dies every 12 seconds. An international migrant arrives in the U.S. more often than one leaves, resulting in a net migrant gain of one every 44 seconds. All in all the net gain is 4 new Americans every minute. And all four of them cut in line ahead of me at Starbucks.
No savesies in line

In the time it took me to write this blog to this point and show those four people where the end of the line was, the world population of humans went up to 7,086,247,936. And we’re not even counting cows and chickens and mosquitos. Or corporations—which are people too.
If you count them, add four

Humans, like wolves, chimps, and hyenas, which they resemble are pack animals. Built into their nature is the need for social contact.  Only writers, Irish monks, and old men in the bathroom are capable of doing without social contact for prolonged periods of time.
Chimps friending each other on Facebook

Google+, Facebook and Twitter provide a sort of pseudo-contact for writers. I don’t know many old men able to express their opinions in only 140 characters. So I don’t really count Twitter. It is unclear why humans need each other. Mountain lionesses, leopard ladies, and praying mantises get along without a mate, once the males have outlived their usefulness.
Praying mantis outliving his usefulness

 For humans it might be part of our nature. Our genetic code might drive our quest for friends on Facebook and people in Google circles. Whether it is the teleological evolution of amino acids in our DNA,
Why we share the last piece of pie

 or the fingertip touch of Michaelangelo’s God on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, we need to love and be loved.
God friending Adam

 Poets write about it. Musicians sing about it. Old men sit on bar stools and pontificate about it.
Men contemplating their nature

Which, as the population clock winds up to 7,086,280,158, brings me to my point:

There are 7 billion humans on the planet today. Only one has been willing to live with me for 44 years. You might say that's character revealing. I say I don't understand love, but I'm grateful for it.
Don't try to understand it

Don't you need somebody to love.
Don't you want somebody to love.
You'd better find somebody to love.

Thank you to the one in 7 billion. I love you too.

And thank you for reading. See you again?

17 comments:

  1. I have a hard enough time dealing with you for in 44 second increments in a G+ community. I can't imagine how that poor woman has endured you for 44 years! I'd say that jewelry is in order here... something like the diamond featured in the movie the Titanic. Good post, and you're lucky to have her, and she you.

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  2. Thank you for reading. Likewise I'm sure. There aren't many of them around, but mine doesn't like jewelry, shopping or clothes (well she wears them, just not the expensive kind). I thought I was marrying into the Rapala fishing lure family and she thought she was marrying into the Hurley clothing empire. Took us 44 years to learn we were wrong. By then, you know--the kids, the mortgage, the dog, the turtles. It just makes sense to ride out the wave.
    And she doesn't think I'm funny when I quote Zorba the Greek's full-catastrophe speech about marriage.

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  3. Ah how sweet. Congratulations on 44 years. Our priest said that Michelangelo's personal message on the Sistine chapel was that tiny bit of space between God and Adam meant Adam had free will. In other words he could of begged out and left Eve in the dust and taken his usefulness someplace else. Same with Mrs. Hurley who could have chosen anyone but picked you. Wow.

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    1. Thank you for reading. Like I said, I don't understand it, I just like it, and sometimes try to be worthy of it.

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  4. Timothy, I'm always at a loss for words when I read your posts......................thinking................thinking...............................This post is funny..............This post is endearing. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

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    1. Thank you for reading, A. Long. I haven't been called endearing since I was 10 years old--and that was my grandmother, who said I could do no wrong. Thank you for recognizing my inner qualities. Or making them up. :)

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    1. **Removed by the author who woke up at 3AM and put his reply to A.Long in the wrong place. It's not a big deal. It's just that I like spoons in the spoon drawer and forks in the fork drawer.

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  6. Forty-four years, and you can still laugh. Must have been a special relationship. I'll be married 40 years in 2014. It's been fun.

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    1. Thanks for reading, Richard. And congratulations on your 40th. Hang on to her. It's way easier after 43 years.
      You did make me nervous the way you spoke of my marriage in the past perfect tense. I don't disagree with the perfect, but the past part--yikes. The reason I bring it up is my wife did recently amend her vows to read "till his death do us part." Should I be concerned?

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  7. Hello, just to say that I'm. 27 and feeling the same.. Happily marred for 4 years now and I hope it will last until we die. I'm happy for you!

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  8. Thank you for reading, Horvath. I appreciate it. And congratulations on 4 years. Cool to be in love, huh? May you have long lives together. When the hurricanes batter you, may your house of love stand strong. It's worth the effort. Remember, marriage ain't for sissies.

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  9. this is a nice text full of tenderness and very funny
    Bravo
    Françoise

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  10. Great post, I enjoyed reading it! I am one of those strange people who whilst being quite sociable, can also go a very long time without human company. Love people but sometimes they get right on my wick< I am assured that I get on theirs too!

    Never been married, not sure anyone could put up with me for 40 years or so! The reverse may also be true.

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    1. Nettie, to each her own and whatever gets us through the night, right? Friends you can meet at the pub are good too. And they don't seem to care if I shave or not.

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