OMG – Darwin Was Right

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We got lied to about evolution.  Hold it!  Before you let fly the anti-Christian fireworks, I didn’t say anything about a man in the sky who created the heaven and earth in six days and then took Sunday off to watch a ballgame.  All I said was we got lied to about evolution — and we did.

Everybody knows the story of Darwin.  There are some people who don’t believe it, but in general, Darwin, like Freud and Nietzsche, is one of the good guys.  The problem is what people actually know about Darwin’s Theory of Evolution would fill a mouse’s ear.  Most of our “common knowledge” is nothing more than “collective ignorance.”  It runs like this: living species adapt to their environment and those who adapt best, survive and even thrive; those who don’t, end up gathering dust in a Natural History museum.  While this is basically true, the underlying theme is this process is beneficial.  Unfortunately, Darwin didn’t say anything about that.  In fact, it probably never occurred to him.  The whole “evolution is good for you” school of thought came from other Victorians, a few Edwardians and a lot of Nazis, who wanted to seal the deal on “we’re-better-than-you-are”– once and for all.  So as Josef Goebbels might have said, if you tell a lie loud enough and long enough, people tend to believe it.  That’s why most contemporary people will tell you, evolution is a good thing.  Crap!

First of all, evolution does not come with a moral component.  It is neither good nor bad — it’s indifferent.  Faster lions don’t get extra points for catching the gazelle – they get to eat.  If they eat, they get to mate and pass their “faster than a speedy ungulate” genes on to their offspring.  Likewise, gazelles who avoid becoming a Happy Meal™ get to spend a romantic evening with a fast female, listening to the lions digest Too Slow Uncle Joe.  Nature, in its wisdom, takes its course, and the “faster than a hungry lion” gene is also passed along.  Then the process starts all over again.  The evolutionary race on this planet is never-ending.  By definition, it’s evolving.

Second, Darwin’s theory only applies to a self-contained natural environment like the Galapagos Islands where “Faster! Higher! Stronger!” makes a difference.  Once a foreign element is introduced into Darwin’s theory, all bets are off.  Just ask the Dodo bird or the Passenger Pigeon.  They were poster children for evolutionary excellence.  At one time, there were so many Passenger Pigeons in North America they blackened the sky, except — oops — now, they’re all dead.  So what happened to evolution?  Shotguns!    Evolution comes to a screaming halt when faced with a speeding bullet, or any other man-made apparatus.  When that happens, natural selection becomes nothing more than an after-dinner conversation.

The problem is, despite the lies we’ve been told about evolution, at the end of the day, Darwin was right.  The fellow who gets the lion’s share of the food and the females will pass his genes on to the next generation.  Unfortunately, our species no longer relies on “Faster! Higher! Stronger!” for its success.  We’re more into “Smarter! Richer! Sneakier!”  Nor do we live in a self-contained natural environment anymore.  Physical attributes still work for lions and gazelles on the African veldt, but they’re not quite so handy for humans in London or Chicago.  We are techno-termites who hunt our food and our females with credit cards.

Meanwhile, evolution doesn’t care.  It just keeps pumping away, rewarding the genes that survive and discarding the ones that don’t.  The problem is we humans still attract each other physically with the broad male shoulders and wide female pelvic bones we needed to get to the top of the evolutionary ladder.  However, look around! These traits are now pretty much useless.  In fact, given our complex techno-eccentric world, their intrinsic value is actually questionable.  In a nutshell, evolution may be rewarding the wrong genes.  And thus, when we understand what Darwin was actually telling us, it looks remarkably like our species might just be evolving itself right out of business.

Darwin was Right! We’re in Trouble!

As we used to say, back in the day, this is going to blow your mind.  We got lied to about evolution.  Hold it!  Before you let fly the anti-Christian fireworks, I didn’t say anything about a man in the sky who created the heaven and earth in six days and then took Sunday off to watch a ballgame.  Nor did I mention Gaia, the Earth Mother, the Mighty Manitou nor Thor the Thunderer.  I said we got lied to about evolution and we did.

age of man1Everybody knows the story of Darwin.  There are some people around who don’t believe it, but, in general, Darwin, like Freud and Nietzsche, is one of the good guys.  The problem is what people actually know about Darwin’s Theory of Evolution and natural selection would fill a mouse’s ear.  Most of our “common knowledge” is nothing more than hearsay.  It runs like this: living species adapt to their environment and those who adapt best, survive and even thrive; those who don’t, end up gathering dust in a museum.  While this is basically true, the underlying theme is this process is beneficial.  Unfortunately, Darwin didn’t say anything about that.  In fact, it probably never occurred to him.  The whole “evolution is good for you” school of thought came from a pile of other Victorians, Edwardians and Nazis, who wanted to seal the deal on imperialism, once and for all.  They thought that between the authority of God Almighty and Charles Darwin, they had all the bases covered.  They could justify their right to govern the world as they pleased, exploit it to their hearts’ content, and tell anybody who didn’t like it to take a hike.  The 19th century liberal education system we still live with today was slanted in that direction, so as Josef Goebbels might have said, if you tell a lie loud enough and long enough, people tend to believe it.  Thus, pretty much anybody who has a reasonable opinion about evolution in this century will tell you, to quote Martha Stewart, “It’s a good thing.”  Crap!

age of manFirst of all, evolution does not come with a moral component.  It is neither good nor bad– and mostly indifferent.  Faster lions don’t get extra points for catching the gazelle – they get to eat.  If they eat well, they get to mate and pass their “faster than a speeding ungulate” gene sequence on to their offspring, who begin the process again.  On the same hand, speeding gazelles don’t get any extra points either, just for surviving.  They get to spend a romantic afternoon with a fast female from the next herd, listening to the lions burping up Uncle Chester.  Nature, in its wisdom, takes its course and the “faster than a hungry lion” gene is also passed along.  The evolutionary race on this planet is never-ending; by definition, it’s evolving.

Second, Darwin’s theory only applies to a self-contained natural environment where “Faster! Higher! Stronger!” makes a difference.  Once a foreign element is introduced into Darwin’s theory, all bets are off.  Just ask the Dodo bird or the Passenger Pigeon.  They were poster children for evolutionary success, except — oops, they’re all dead.  Evolution comes to a screaming halt when faced with a speeding bullet, or any other man-made catastrophe.  Darwin’s theory doesn’t cover “Smarter! Richer! Sneakier!”  When faced with that, natural selection becomes nothing more than after-dinner conversation.

Of course, despite the lies we’ve been told about evolution, Darwin was right.  The fellow who gets the lion’s share of the food and the females will naturally pass his genes on to the next generation.  The problem is our species no longer relies on “Faster! Higher! Stronger!” for its success.  Nor do we live in a self-contained natural environment anymore.  Physical attributes might still work for lions and gazelles on the African veldt, but they’re not quite so handy for humans in London and Chicago.  We are techno-termites who live stacked in sky-reaching urban conglomerates where food is hunted by credit card and females attracted by poetry and sports cars.  The skills we needed to get this far on the evolution track are now useless.  In fact, their intrinsic value, given the current human condition, is actually questionable.

age of man3Meanwhile evolution doesn’t care.  Good, bad or indifferent, it just keeps pumping away, rewarding the genes that survive and discarding the ones that don’t.  The problem is the shotgun was never factored into the evolution of the Passenger Pigeon, and it’s doubtful that any of our astonishing technical accomplishments will figure prominently in ours.  The very things that have made us the dominant species on this planet may not be rewarded by a benign universe.  In fact, when we understand what Darwin was actually telling us, it looks as though our species might just be evolving itself out of business.

Grog and his New Year’s Resolution

Every year, at about this time, I take a pen (remember those?) and a piece of paper and write:  “New Year’s Resolutions” and whatever year is bursting on the horizon.  I write #1 and then I write “Be more ruthless.”  There’s always a bunch of other, currently important resolutions, that may or may not matter next year, but I’m convinced that, over the course of several years, I will actually become more ruthless, simply by writing it down once a year.  That’s the power of New Year’s resolutions — it could happen.   New Year’s Resolutions are that idea that we can somehow be better — if we just set our mind to it.  And we can.  Primitive man knew this and acted accordingly.

For example, in Europe, back in the caveman days, there were two groups of people: the Cro-Magnon and the Neanderthals.  They were both basic knuckle-draggers, but there is one important difference.  The Cro-Magnon people survived and the Neanderthals died out.  Why?  I’m convinced that the Cro-Magnon understood the concept of improvement.  It’s pretty far-fetched to consider a bunch of Cro-Magnons sitting around the cave making plans to go to the gym or start an RRSP, but in caveman terms, I think that’s exactly what they did.  Meanwhile, the Neanderthal hillbillies down the block were picking their noses and wondering why they never seemed to get ahead.  If you multiply that situation by, let’s say, 30 thousand years, Darwin and his theory kick in, and suddenly the Neanderthals are wondering where all their friends went.  On the other hand, the Cro-Magnons have all the cool stuff — like circles and pointy sticks and the missionary position.  The layers of knowledge build up, and before you know it, your species is evolving.  In essence, the reason the Cro-Magnon people are the roots of our family tree and the Neanderthals are bones in a museum is that the Cro-Magnons learned how to do things better.  They also knew there was a thing called tomorrow.

Here’s the deal: it’s December 31st, no year (because they didn’t have them.)  Grog is sitting around the cave.  Mrs. Grog and the kids are huddled over in the corner, shivering and bitchin’ because it’s cold.  Gender equality wasn’t an issue in those days, so it’s Grog’s job to go out in the snow to get wood for the fire.  Grog grunts and groans and hollers and stomps around, but he does it; it’s a matter of survival.  When everybody’s toasty warm again, Grog is still thinking about how much he hates going out in the cold to get wood.  He’s just a little bit smarter than the average Cro-Magnon, so he understands that the snow is eventually going to go away and wood gathering is going to be a lot easier.  But — and this is way more important — he also knows that the snow is cunning, and it always comes back.  Ding dong!  The light goes on!   Grog says to himself, “Wait a minute!  If I get those useless kids to gather wood all summer, when it’s easy, and pile it over in the corner of the cave, I won’t have to go out in the cold to get it when the snow comes back.”  So Grog “resolves” to gather wood next year or make the kids do it.  Grog has a pile more time in the winter to do things like sharpen his pointy sticks (which makes hunting a lot better.)  The family eats better and more often.  At some point, Grog’s neighbours, two caves down, are going to see this and either put two and two together or ask, “Hey, Grog! You lookin’ fat, dumb and happy.  What’s your secret?”  The family Grog and the whole tribe are on the road to evolution because Grog’s kids are going to grow up and make their kids gather wood, too — “just like I did when I was your age.” From there, it’s only a matter of time before somebody’s going to decide that it would be kinda cool if a guy from Ohio took a stroll on the moon.

That’s why we make resolutions and why — every year — I write them down.  It’s not that I keep them (or even remember some of them) but we all have to try: the survival of our species depends on it.