Do you believe that the human mind, at conception, is a Tabula Rasa? Because John Locke was completely out of his depth regarding the architecture of the brain and said something that sounded good? Well, here’s a Hobbesian Hammer to mangle the handsome features of your Rousseaian naïveté. Are you convinced that, despite evolution’s demonstrable power to produce a wide variety of phenotypic delights and inform the instinctual capacities of creatures big and small, it had nothing to say about the scaffolding of the human mind? If this isn’t sophistry in the service of ideology, I’ll eat a live dolphin. This is where I would normally trot out such tired qualifiers as:
Yes, of course, the human mind is malleable (to an extent), and the effects of cultural copulation are manifold and obv(invid)ious. No, the shackles of these behaviors are not made of adamantium (what clearer evidence of our power to chuck a spandrel into our deepest evolutionary drives than nutting into latex (or sheep skin, for those with allergies, or a Gatorade bottle for the desperate), or pharmaceutically tinkering with the baby oven, or, more terrible still - exercising abstinence), we have big frontal-loafs for a raisin. Damnit! I’m doing it again!
Socrates grant me Parrhesia so that I may slow the advance of utopian retrograde reasoning (technically that would mean my foe is receding from me, which puts me in (an) + alogized full nelson. Shit. ((Although, technically, the perceived retrograde motions of heavenly bodies were the result of systemic misunderstanding, so maybe there’s a way out of this. (((Although, if we’re just going by the literal definition, denuded of its historical context, then I suppose it does indicate a backwards motion,[although, specifically a backwards step!] ((((although, in this case, I’m referring to a mode of cognition which starts with a conclusion and reasons backwards from there, and that has little to say about the bodily kinesthetics of the army involved, except a perusal of history and human behavior so selective that the term malnourished would die of malnourishment in seeking to comprehend it. (((((May)(b)e 5(G)(Eye))((h)EAR))(if you (s(L)heep) with a bre(ache)k p(ad: for Colgate) (th)under yo(lk)ur pill(age)ow, it c(an)(tel(l)(lope) h(el(hel)p)elp attenuate these sinister frequencies. Alternatively, there are magnetic bracelets, one of which I just gave a jingle, and look at me, back to normal! So if 5G is indeed the source of your recalcitrant, retrograde-rectitude, you might look into that. Because the idea that we’re Blank Slates is about as goddamn plausible as feng shui’ing the furniture in your house into the shape of the regular convex polytopes using ONLY three dimensions in order to propitiate Azathoth who will then allow you to grow cotton candy in the abundant soil of human stupidity.
Well, this whole thing started off way more belligerent (and frankly insane) than I expected or wanted it to. But, I’m what you might charitably call a ‘discovery’ writer. Which is why I can’t plot anything, (unless it’s revenge) and chose to major in numerical witchcraft. But I (being careful not to think about the mathematics of infinite sets this time) digress (carefully and without recursion)
Now this assertion should be uncontroversial to anyone who a.) does not deny the scientific fact of evolution, and b.) can do a perfect cartwheel.
We are the sum total of our amino acids pitching a fit and erecting a house of carbon capable of sheltering our nucleotide sequences long enough for us to mail them into the future via no holds barred (debatable. See; de Sade) body-karate. We are equipped with a mental lattice work which preferentially captured certain free floating rationale that reliably saved us from bad endings, and through inconceivable stretches of geometric time, crystallized these behaviors, via the non-random selection of random mutations, into sugar and phosphate ladders, twisted just so, that encode instructions for producing brains which have aptitudes calibrated to insure their manifestation in forms such as: Folk Newtonian physics for parabola’ing rocks and plague ridden cattle (catapult non-negotiable). The ease with which children acquire language. The fear of heights. The desire to flee screaming from serpents. The ease with which most of us submit to dominance hierarchies. Disgust reflexes involving poo, disease, creeping crud, mud elementals, kitsch, musicians who can’t properly apply corpse paint, the absence of double-kicks and blast beats in elevator music, imitation Oreos, asymmetrical saggin’ asses, non-anime-incest. And so on. During the interim between awareness, sexual maturity, and Koital Kombat, our data is subject to outside forces which reconfigure it in ways that are bolded, italicized, and hyperlinked. Nature and nurture (as the wise among us say) are perennial fuck buddies.
This book is amazing.
Read it you bastards!
(It occurs to me that, somewhere within this review, I have failed to capture something parenthetically. It is like holding a sneeze in my heart.)