Suppose I told you that you were going to be reincarnated in the year 2000 B.C., and it was your choice–you could be born either as a hunter-gatherer among the North American Indians or as an Egyptian peasant farming the banks of the Nile. Which would you choose?
My first thought, I admit, is to take the Indian life hands-down. You can wander where you please, with no boss, no taxes, and no Pharoah getting in your face and conscripting you to build Pyramids. When you’re hungry, just pick berries instead of doing back-breaking labor to till the soil.
But logically, it couldn’t have been that easy. Hunter-gatherers aren’t immune from the same urge to procreate as farmers. If everything is easy, and you can gather all the food you need in ten hours per week, then you’ll multiply to the point where you can’t gather it in ten hours any more.
Now, I get cranky if my lunch is an hour late. I can’t imagine what it would be like to be hungry and to have all the berries already picked over, and all the game run off, and other bands waiting to chase you off of their territory if you stray too far. Add in whiny children that you can’t feed, and life would get pretty sucky in a hurry. Oh, and if you break a leg, your band has no choice but to leave you behind to die. The alternative is that the entire band would die.
To be sure, farmers faced the same threat of famine. So I imagine that either lifestyle could be equally unpleasant, because both are subject to the same Malthusian pressure.
Except . . . that farming creates a surplus, and allows a few weaselly parasites to pursue lives as artists, writers, sculptors, scientists, inventors . . . and eventually, English professors and insurance actuaries. That’s the difference, and that’s why it has given us a better life.