Psychology-Art

I was up late the night of the day I awoke a shrimp to the use of human reason. To get my mind off things, I decided to go to school for anthropology. Four years later I was spelunking the recently unveiled Mayan caves in the forests of Guatemala and Yucatan. They were tunnels of amber-colored rock which went on and on, winding up and down, side to side. They weren’t quite as human-shaped like I remembered in that documentary my friend showed me the day before, where the pathways interestingly had a little extra space for the head and shoulders. They were more like the shape of an eye or the meeting place of a Ven Diagram turned sideways. In fact, the floor and ceiling were so smooth they were almost polished, as if by water. There was a long way to go, so we went fast, almost running, up and down, side to side. I spelunked those caves, let me tell you; I spelunked them all the way to Australia. In Australia, my team and I stood on a very bare, light sandy beach on a bright, sunny