Something Else Is Happening

I have always had a keen aware­ness that some­thing greater than phys­i­cal life is going on. I just can­not seem to fully detect or describe it. For all of the adap­ta­tions of the human body over the cen­turies, I have never bought into the idea that we are merely highly evolved ani­mals. For one thing, there are no “sub-species” of humans out there. In fact, in com­plete con­tra­dic­tion to all other mam­mals, there is only one species called human. That can­not be right — unless some­thing else is hap­pen­ing that we have not included in the equa­tion (and have yet to find).
Some­times I call it “Divine Paranoia” — the feel­ing that some­thing grand is unfold­ing. The planet fits us too well. It offers such an abun­dance for our cre­ativ­ity. We are not the phys­i­cally strongest crea­tures on the planet — far from it, but we have the uncanny abil­ity to study our­selves. Yes, we appar­ently went through a prim­i­tive period in our devel­op­ment. How­ever, art was from the begin­ning. Cre­ativ­ity over sur­vival? There are things we try so hard to com­mu­ni­cate. What we can­not explain are the quan­tum leaps in our intel­lec­tual abil­i­ties. Are we merely adapt­ing?
I think not.
We are simul­ta­ne­ously like and unlike the rest of life. Dol­phins may be highly evolved, but they have not built any libraries. They instinc­tu­ally pro­tect human swim­mers when they get in trou­ble. Do they know some­thing about us that we do not know about our­selves? It all tran­scends analy­sis. At the same time, it is worth our full atten­tion. Why is there an innate sense that life con­tin­ues for us indi­vid­u­ally after our bod­ies fail?
I know that my ques­tions are like that of a child. I wan­der through life like a five year old in Dis­ney­land. At the same time, I have stud­ied the great the­o­rists and philoso­phers with the same result: wan­der­ing and won­der­ing. Some­thing else is hap­pen­ing. My intu­ition almost screams it.