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West and North Europeans have always been barbaric in their fundamental nature, sacking & destroying civilizations like the Roman and Chinese.
How did they transcend from savage status to an industrious tribe of men? How did they do it? Was it merely the discovery of quality coal and steel in Northwest European that allowed them to outclass all others when it came to the production of goods (and, subsequently, major improvements in warfare, governance etc)?
In other words, if all the coal and steel of France, Germany and England was in, say, Africa or South America, it would have been those other savages who would have transcended to civilization rather than the white Europeans?
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>In other words, if all the coal and steel of France, Germany and England was in, say, Africa or South America, it would have been those other savages who would have transcended to civilization rather than the white Europeans?
Yes. If only Africa had abundant resources it would be utopia.
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If you can keep your head when all about you;
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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