There’s nothing worse for human DNA than to come up against a powerful intellect. Remember that the brain is a kind of parasite set atop the shoulders and initially has only a single purpose: to help the organism navigate through the dangerous waters of life and facilitate gene replication (having babies).
But once up and running the brain starts to take on a life of its own (in some people). There are more potential neuronal connections in the human brain that atoms in the known universe. Our genes, one hundred and fifty thousand strong, would be very happy if the brain limited itself to assisting in the creation of new, temporary gene storage units, to which, in humans, have been given the name ‘children.’ And this is what happens in the majority of humans. The intellectual power of their minds is enough to power the gullet and reproductive systems with not much left over. This latter situation is ideal for the DNA allowing it to sit back and let things take their natural course.
However, a mind that develops beyond the normal is a nightmare for the DNA. For now this enhanced brain will call into question the whole thing about birthing. Why are we only slave receptacles for genes? Why are we reproducing for their sake? What the hell is going on?
After sex, the creature is sad
What I say is proven by the fact that the more intelligent a person is the less likely they are to ‘make bacon,’ to reproduce themselves. As intellect decreases the rate of birthing rises. The simple-minded tend to have more children.
We can theorize that the DNA has a limited consciousness, in that, if it finds itself inside a loser it does what every good gambler does; it hedges its bets by giving birth to as many children as possible hoping that some get through. Indeed the intellect can develop so much that we have what is called a genius on our hands, and history shows us that true geniuses rarely have children.
In the case of the genius the intellect has developed to such a degree that the simple wants and needs of the DNA are overwhelmed. This gives rise to philosophy, mysticism and the fine arts–all of which are unrelated to simple gene replication and can even hamper the process. Genius is nothing other than an excess of intellect and is ill-suited to a world of breeders.
Let’s say the DNA finds itself in a person with a very low sexual attraction–which is to say someone who is ugly, they lack symmetry, which is the basis of fine looks. Human genes have only one chance of survival and that is to transfer themselves to a new organism via sex.
It’s likely then that the DNA will push the host organism to become powerful in a way other than in the looks department as a form of compensation. A short man will try for political power, an ugly man for money, and the same goes for women. Both of these, power and money, can supplant good looks in attaining the goal of the DNA by attracting a breeding partner. How often do we see Penthouse models as university professors?
It is not short of astonishing how far big boobs will take you in this world. But this makes sense when we understand that sex, i.e. gene replication is at the root of all existence. Sex is the ultimate goal of almost all human effort.
I should note in passing here something said to me by a philosopher. He said that every man ashamed of his looks grows a beard. The beard, I assume, acts as a kind of mask to hide behind.
Now is this all this cruel? Most certainly, but the author is not me, the true writer of this sordid tale is Mother Nature–that Bitch, ‘red in tooth and claw.’ Our genes care nothing for us and have existed for millennia. The body is a disposable tool of self-interested genes.
Everything builds towards the moment of conception. For now the genes, like people arriving to a party, enter their new temporary abode. But there’s a strange sadness in one who has just had sex. For the conception of a child marks the beginning of the end for the parental organism. As the ancients noted:
‘Omnes post coitum animal triste est’
‘After sex, the creature is sad’
As time goes on one realizes he has been Nature’s dupe and now has only the tomb to look forward to.
By brian0918™ (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons