#civlization

[rhianna]

Author:  Mills, Dorothy Title:   The book of the ancient Greeks: An Introduction to the History and Civilization of Greece from the Coming of the Greeks to the Conquest of Corinth by Rome in 146 B.C.

[seshatthout]

Gold earrings from the Sumerian era in Iraq It is more than 5,000 years old in the form of a half-pumpkin dating back to the era of King Shulgi of Sumer. It is decorated with a cuneiform inscription stating that it is a gift from King Shulgi. The earrings are preserved in the Sulaymaniyah Museum in Iraq أقراط ذهبية من العصر السومري في العراق يتجاوز عمرها 5 الالاف عام على شكل نصف يقطينة تعود لعهد الملك شولجي ملك بلاد سومر مزينة بكتابة مسمامرية ذكرت فيها بأنها هدية من الملك شولجي الاقراط محفوظة بمتحف السليمانية في العراق #egypt #iraq #ancient #ancienthistory #civlization #ancientcivilization #history #jewelry #jewellery #gold https://www.instagram.com/p/CaO6H3Ztuhu/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ramblingsofadrunkenidiot-blog]

In this podcast, I intergrade philosophical questions and history. I believe to understand what we need to make us better people we need to know the past. So I went as far back in history to explore the whys and the hows. This is the beginning of a small series on Mesopotamia.

Listen to an idiot ramble.

[pirikun]

[kingjaffejoffer]

Niggas who play Civilization can appreciate the gravity of Danaerys sailing to King’s Landing with 1,000 ships and 3 dragons.

Cersei’s Kingdom is in disarray. She just overthrew a government and now she gotta deal with riots for 10 or 20 turns. The army prolly not where it needs to be. Aren’t they in deep debt with the Iron Bank? No gold to rush new units.

You know in Civlization when you’re broke, don’t have that many military units, and then all of a sudden you scroll out into the ocean and see 7 enemy frigates and 4 privateers and all you have is a trireme or two. 

That’s what Cersei is about to see

[makingsof]

Venus of Hohle Fels, the earliest form of prehistoric figurative art in human civilization, that is undisputed. Dated, very broadly, between 37,000 and 45,000 years ago. She is 6cm

[wrathofgnon]

“No large scale society has ever held-together for long without a religion.”

– Bruce Charlton

Long form quote:

“Effective and robust motivations are not something that can be manufactured and implanted - they must be built on solid foundations. No large scale society has ever held-together for long (more than a couple of generations) without a religion - and not just any religion, because only certain types of religion are effective. Since religions cannot be manufactured and implemented any more than can motivation, then our choice and task is simple: we must choose a religion from those already in existence - and if we do not, then we will certainly perish from falling-apart. (Of course if we do choose a religion we may perish anyway, for different reasons - and we will have to live with the religion we choose.)”

[sigmar32]

We were wanderers from the beginning. We knew every stand of tree for a hundred miles. When the fruits or nuts were ripe, we were there. We followed the herds in their annual migrations. We rejoiced in fresh meat. through stealth, feint, ambush, and main-force assault, a few of us cooperating accomplished what many of us, each hunting alone, could not. We depended on one another. Making it on our own was as ludicrous to imagine as was settling down. Working together, we protected our children from the lions and the hyenas. We taught them the skills they would need. And the tools. Then, as now, technology was the key to our survival. When the drought was prolonged, or when an unsettling chill lingered in the summer air, our group moved on—sometimes to unknown lands. We sought a better place. And when we couldn't get on with the others in our little nomadic band, we left to find a more friendly bunch somewhere else. We could always begin again. For 99.9 percent of the time since our species came to be, we were hunters and foragers, wanderers on the savannahs and the steppes. There were no border guards then, no customs officials. The frontier was everywhere. We were bounded only by the Earth and the ocean and the sky—plus occasional grumpy neighbors. When the climate was congenial, though, when the food was plentiful, we were willing to stay put. Unadventurous. Overweight. Careless. In the last ten thousand years—an instant in our long history—we've abandoned the nomadic life. We've domesticated the plants and animals. Why chase the food when you can make it come to you? For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival. Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game—none of them lasts forever. It is beyond our powers to predict the future. Catastrophic events have a way of sneaking up on us, of catching us unaware. Your own life, or your band's, or even your species' might be owed to a restless few—drawn, by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands and new worlds. Herman Melville, in Moby Dick, spoke for wanderers in all epochs and meridians: "I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas..."

Carl Sagan, “Pale Blue Dot”