I recently finished reading a novel called Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs, published in 1912.
I admire Tarzan’s ability to survive alone in a strange and hostile world with little more than a loin cloth and a crude knife.
He learns to communicate with the animals of the jungle in which he is forced to live, but he is always, fundamentally, apart from them.
I share this feeling of alienation living among the people of the 21st century. I am able to survive among them, but can never truly be one of them.
I sometimes find myself crying out, as Tarzan did, although in a subdued manner.
“Kree-gah!”
For a brief moment, my mind is cleared of all thoughts.