As the women put it, the one who can carry the man the furthest ...also gets a chance to carry a child, within her. The man is to stay on the island until a child is born, therefore establishing a policy of sorts, of zero population growth,exchanging the death with a life.

We came upon this island, the inhabitants of which had perhaps gone decades without any contact with the outside world.

The fear of the unknowns plays upon the mind, but also weighs heavily upon what could be considered a threat to the body. We're talking basic instincts here ...self-preservation.

But the vast array of emotions that us humans possess are often kin to one another. That's why we can laugh in the face of danger, while at the same time become incontinent (and I'm not talking about the former, but the bladder).

This appeared to be one of those moments, wherein there could arguably exist every reason to be frightened to death ...or perhaps, of death itself, yet I laughed to myself, imagining the similarities between their practices and those popularized at Bob Jones University.

Now, don't let me get you confused here. Bob Jones University is a Christian school, and following a quick assessment of the island, there appeared to be no Christians around. I wondered if there ever had been. It's not just an 'all-or-nothing' scenario ...as people to various degrees accept most things that are not totally against their nature, or upbringing. After all, one is not born with faith.

A baby likely cries because in most cases, contentment has yet to be taught. And I believe it should be first taught with an overabundance.