When most folks consider the process that led us from hunting and gathering to horticulture to agriculture, it seems they take it for granted, as if this is the natural course of events and that agriculture was far better than hunting and gathering. Yet when anthropologists study hunter-gatherers they seem uniquely happy in their situations. They spend 12-15 hours per week getting their food and the rest of the time they hang out. Without the ability to store extra resources, there's no need to acquire more than what is needed which means nobody has more than anyone else, in fact the idea of personal property is foreign to most hunter-gatherers. They live in a way that promotes equality and cooperation. This all begins to change with horticulture. People start settling down into villages. With a permanent location the ability to store extra resources becomes possible, so people now work much harder to acquire more. Soon classes begin to emerge as some are able to acquire more than others. Instead of cooperating, individuals and groups are now competing with each other. Is this really a better way to live? Why do we like to assume so?

Me develop an argument for why buddhism and or confucianism is sometimes referred to a philosophy rather than a religion

Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore.and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood,because a fire was in my head,and cut and peeled a hazel wand,and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing,and moth-like stars were flickering out,i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout.when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame,but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air.plz hurry

1.3.3 quiz: primary and secondary sourcesquestion 4 of 102 pointsa secondary source is reliable and credible if the person who created thesource is an expert on the topic, is educated and respected in the field ofstudy, and: