I have always been fascinated by the beginning. Not the one written in books — that is just someone’s version, a representation, never an absolute truth. I mean the real beginning, the one no one could record.

I imagine it like this.

The woman — the first real being from which everything starts — walks through the forest looking for a cave. Nothing has changed: even today she searches for a home, a place to build a family, to create stability, to anchor life.

She is truly a superior being. She absorbed everything from the animal world: logic, reason, emotion, instinct — all connected by an impossible intuition, a sense of smell that borders on the divine. That is her. Our woman.

Her movements echo into the feline world: never harsh, never abrupt, always velvet. Her gaze reveals her identity. Her mind holds endless questions — fifty‑six unique needs, none of them a priority, as if to say that the absolute must always be questioned.

Then she procreated. Not for flesh, but for continuity. And she did it with a gorilla — she always takes the best available.

He, meanwhile, stayed exactly where he was. Eating, resting, releasing his intimacy. Two needs, unchanged for millions of years. Nothing has evolved.

This is not anthropology — I have no titles, no academic training, no method. It is just the vision of a man who woke up this morning, listened to Barbra Streisand, and thought one simple thing:

The Way We Were.

“Need refines the mind; scarcity generates value — it’s the oldest law we still obey.”

Nando