How to Save the World

Jason Godesky at anthropik.com has taken issue with the 'violent chimps vs. peaceful bonobos' debate, pointing out that Jane Goodall's misbehaving chimps, for example, were coerced (with food bribes) into proximity with her research team over years of study and hence might no longer behave 'naturally' but rather in a 'civilized' manner. He's also pointed out research that suggests that orangutans, though genetically less similar to us than either chimps or bonobos, behave much more like humans than either.

I have hypothesized that our modern obsession with violence and crime is an instinctive attempt to make our bodies (including our minds) more resilient to stress by inuring (=habituating to something undesirable by prolonged subjection) ourselves to it, so it doesn't hurt (as much) any more -- a kind of 'self-hazing' behaviour. Not very successfully, however -- our culture can never compensate for the weaknesses of our genes, which is perhaps why technophiles are so fond of trying to escape our bodies and their genetic codes entirely, into an artificial shell (which would nevertheless be subject to much different vulnerabilities, like rust).

We discharge stress and its complications (personal illness) by removing the cause of the stress, either peacefully or violently. Since stress was, until 30,000 years ago, rare and brief, our bodies have evolved to discharge it violently: fight or flight. Meditation, rationalization, chemical self-tranquilizing, 'turning the other cheek' and other modern vehicles of passively resolving more chronic stress are not intuitive. We are not, by nature, pacifists, because until 30,000 years ago we had no need to be, and so have not evolved genetically to be. It is not who we are. That doesn't mean we are violent by nature. It just means we are when we have to be. And alas, in our modern, horrifically overcrowded world of scarcity, most of the time, we have to be.

I think about this a lot now, when I lose my temper, when I feel depressed (which is, I think, a form of internalization of that natural propensity for violence by those who would like to be pacifists, if only it were in their nature). This is who I am. I can no sooner deny or sublimate my anger than flap my wings and fly. The fact that, in our terrible world, this violence no longer serves any useful purpose, is of no consequence. The fact that it makes us physically and mentally ill is tragic, but unavoidable.

I take, reluctantly, some comfort in knowing that our civilization is in its last century, that the experiment with letting the apes run the laboratory for awhile will soon come to an abrupt (and unfortunately violent) conclusion. Because the alternative is even more horrifying: That we will find some way to escape our bodies in some sustainable manner (I can't and don't want to imagine how) so that the physical stress of our civilized world no longer cripples us; and find some way to escape our emotions so that an artificial, desolated world no longer causes us distress. If we could do that, we would no longer be human, we would be machines, unfeeling, immortal (at least until the shells into which we'd evolved broke down).

I can't conceive of such a disconnected life. I'm not sure it even meets the definition of life. I am sure I wouldn't want to experience it, even for a moment. I'll take this damaged and irrationally violent life, as a flawed part of the staggeringly wondrous all-life-on-Earth. I'll do what I must.

Category: Being Human

Update: Since a few people have been asking about Puc-Puc: She's back today after a month's absence (I thought she'd given up on me and left to find a mate), still running alongside me in my backyard track, and jumping up on my shoulder when I turn my back. I'm wondering: Does she think I'm running around trying to get up speed to fly, and therefore trying to show me, big clumsy slow learner with scrawny wings that I am, how to do it?