Waiting for a tattoo

 I am sitting in a tattoo parlor, waiting on my artist. What is considered by some a seedy and even perhaps a lesser side of society. By others and in some cultures body art is a beautiful thing, maybe a write of passage, or a mark to distinguish between sub cultures/groups/gangs. As this passes through my mind, I take a seat next to the wife of the man being worked on. Her little baby girl is laying in her lap. A simple mundane occurrence that really marks no need for pause. You wouldn't take such a basic human activity with much weight at all. I, however, in a instance of getting lost in thought see the beauty of millions of years of psychological conditioning. From our most primitive ancestors to modern man, we have been trained to the point our subconscious acts to preserve life. The love of a mother is not held in the physical heart but a program buried so deep in the female psyche it is near impossible to ignore. In the form of "a mother's love" empathetic creatures are given a absurd advantage over all others on this earth.  How amazing we are, a species capable of such empathy, an yet also by responses in the brain, a being of the same species can be devoid of all empathy all together. It is, to me at least, in-tracing how chemical reactions in the brain can result in emotions that will make a higher thinking being ignore logic, reason, even there own well being. I played peek-a-boo as is the norm, the baby laughed and smiled. I began to wonder to myself then, how does this infant relate itself to what it sees in its own mind. Without a language or words to assign meaning to the things around you, how does one think to ones self? The planing of ones day, the simple mental notation of something. These brain processes that are forming through stimuli of the senses, are they necessary to then form a language based on a way of thought, or is it simply the most efficient way we found to convey thought. This was my train of thought as i waited for a tattoo. It was at this point the artist was ready for me and it just left me in awe for a moment. I still can not think or wrap my head around this the right way to come up with a answer that satisfies myself.