I am no Darwinist, but as I see it, the Age of the Grown Man is nearly complete. After several thousand years of hunting, gathering, procreating, and rescuing, it’s quite possible that The Grown Man has only a few decades left before he morphs into another species. (Disclaimer: With only one semester of college biology under my belt and no Y chromosome in my DNA, I might be the wrong candidate for recording such a primitive history, but indulge me; writers get paid to exaggerate stuff in order to make a point--or in this case, give it away for free).

Eons ago, the Grown Man relied on physical strength. He had to; otherwise, he and his family might die. Without the luxury of believing he had eighty years in front of him, he got right to the business of surviving. That’s about it.