I've taken a stab at three stone tools from three different eras: Palaeolithic, Mesolithic, and Neolithic. And if I'm being completely honest, I've failed at all of my stabs. I took a good look at the pile of sharp, broken rocks lying all around my house. At first, I felt shame. I, a homo sapiens sapiens living in the most technologically advanced era in history, was incapable of replicating what my ancestors did a few million years ago.
As I started looking back at all my mistakes and minor successes here and there, I noticed something. In the larger scope of things, I had succeeded. I mean, of course, I failed to make any usable tools. However, at the same time, these failures helped me understand two things.
One: there is nothing simple about ancient technology. I have come to fully accept that these now-rudimentary tools were once examples of bleeding-edge (quite literally) technology at one point. In fact, I would have been exiled from ancient society for wasting their precious flint. And more importantly…
Two: there is nothing simple about ancient technology. Our ancestors who masterfully created and used these tools lived on a planet that provided us nothing but air, water, rocks and an environment did everything it could do to kill them. Then, somehow, somewhere around seven million years later, we sent multiple men to the moon. We’ve progressed in the realm of building tools to the point where recreating old tools has become disturbingly hard, let alone fix the technology we have today.
So…
I think it's about time that I came clean.
This project never really was about creating these crude stone tools (though I do think I introduced that idea in the introduction somewhere). In fact, I’d like to think of it as less of a project rather than a journey. I went into the project knowing that I would arrive at this exact conclusion: the conclusion that goes along the lines of “yes, we’ve come a long way” (or perhaps secretly hoped that I would be proven wrong). But the past few months were not wasted. After gaining this realization, I hoped that I could get more than information or progress proven by facts and numbers across. I wanted people to feel what I felt - the awe, the respect, and maybe perhaps some gratitude that we live in this era.
And now, as I peer at the light at the end of the tunnel, I just hope that I succeeded in doing just that.