Seemingly, there are biological and evolutionary explantations for everything that we ARE. Every motive, habit, excuse, and inclination might be explicable by the way we have evolved to be. All the fat, sugar, carbs that we are addicted to as a society because in the past we may have needed to store fat while it was available. Is It is not our fault that we love cookies. Emotions are us fighting biology, or the way that our bodies dictate our lives in conflict with a modern sense of how humans are "supposed" to be.
We are a tropically adapted species. In 7 million years of evolution from primates to anatomically modern humans in a bipedal, hairless state, we spent 5 million years in Africa, and it wasn't until 2 million years ago that we branched out of Africa, into the North. Thus, we have spent 5 million years giving our bodies time to adapt to heat. To give the sun credit for its LITERALLY life giving radiation. We stood upright, we lost all hair, we sweat, we tan, we breathe, all of these things probably in adaptation to the warm climate of Africa.
Then we moved north, finicky humans always thinking they can do better. I think innovation is driven by greed, and the attempt to obtain MORE. The cold is a newer adaptation for us, and most of the things we do to deal with the cold are not biological, but cultural such as shelter, insulation, shivering, and very slightly, our body sizes compacted.
Now that we've mastered staying alive, we shift focus to being the best at living. To get the most STUFF while alive.
The point of this is to bring to light how far we've come, but not necessarily in a good way. The idea of "never forgetting where you came from" applies here. Don't forget that 2,000 calories every single day is NOT normal in an evolutionary sense.
This whole LIFE we've created, this excessive, overly"productive" but actually redundant existence. We've made up a "purpose" in life, being some spiritual, religious, emotional purpose that really has no function but to complicate and eradicate these global conflicts over NOTHING.
All the things we DO: education, exploring, science, consumerism, blogging for fuck's sake. IT MEANS NOTHING. love means nothing to a realist. Do not effect the evolutionary record. It's blowing smoke and mirrors (bread & circuses) of purpose and feeling into this being. Culture, besides through means of sustenance, is all a distraction, a large scale day care to keep us entertained and important whilst living here. Wherever "This" is
Maybe I'm just on a tangent of meaninglessness, because of my existentialist reversion. Maybe it's because im pissed that I'm forcing myself to live in this state. Which is inherently uncomfortable, and stressful because my body HATES being cold, and when it's cold, my biology makes me want to hibernate, collect adipose through disgusting forms like alcohol, and bread. Because I am unhappy in the cold and Its not me being abnormal, but the opposite. I'm making my life extremely stressful, living outside my means. Worrying that probably shows on my bones, and definitely on my genes, about obaining thousands of dollars (in fake resources) to get myself through school? and WHY? to complicate life only. Because not me, but the globalized culture that I was born into created this greater purpose for me, to not just be successful in an evolutionary sense, procreation, but successful in a modern world system, of getting the MOST. The most money, the most food, luxuries, enlightenment, salvation, education, status, etc. All of these things that actually bring me away from evolutionary success, which is easy, which is natural and unforced, that is, SEX.
You want to make an impact on the universe? have sex, make babies, lots of them. That sounds so easy right? That's because life is
supposed to be easy, unforced, natural. Flowers don't
strain to grow, the sun gives no effort to shine, that's what it does. The sun doesn't try to outdo itself and shine purple one day, just to exceed expectations, or to succeed, or show its mastery of LIFE. These things around us are so effortless, we look at them, dominate them, culturize them, make them "things" that are "ours" and we sell them in Safeway for $9.99 per bouquet.
What would happen to you if you stopped playing the game? One day you decided to stop it all, go back to nature. Do you even know what that looks like? I hardly think anyone does.
Do you know what your hair looks like on its own? Your very own hair without Hair dryers, straighteners, hairspray, mousse, shampoo, conditioner, and a salon cut? I don't. I've had a haircut since my very first hair. My nature has been tamed since I was a child.
I once read a book about a family who was uplifted from their wealthy lifestyle in South Africa during the diaspora. A British couple and their two children who were professors in their "normal" lives were forced to life in the bush with their former house servants family. After several weeks in the bush with a completely primitive diet, no showers, and simple huts for housing. The couple didn't have sex once, they weren't even attracted to each other outside of their own setting. Without their two-story immaculate house, and plush bed, their attraction was curbed. Maybe they were waiting for their situation to improve so they could be in love, but how long do you wait?
After two months the wife admits to being repulsed by the way her body smelled. She admits her amazement that she had never really experienced her own body in it's most simple form. Without the masks of fresh clothing, bathing, perfumes, she didn't even recognize her own smell. ( She made it memorable by using the word CUNT).
Further, she had never smelled the odor of her husband. She was repulsed by her husband whom cultured hath sworn vows to love endlessly and in any circumstance. (But there was never a clause in case he smells really bad though, right?) It's scary when you think you're so close to someone, until you realize that you've never ever seen them without all of these cultural luxuries. Without bathing, clothing, makeup etc.
How can you love someone wholly if you've only seen them under strong influence of the culture around them. Do you still love them if these things disappear?
love doesn't really exist. sex exists.
to be continued.
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