Life, Child of Logic (You too)

By Tom Veatch

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Although perhaps readable separately, I wrote these three essays on how to understand human evolution, together. A polemic on cognitive biology; and a climb up from ignorance and nothingness through the cognitive/conceptual/logical prerequisites of that captureable essence of intelligence called Language. I began with the undeniability and pervasive utility of logic, emphasis on seeing tautology where it presents. Tautology asserts that different ways of saying the same thing are the same, which in a way says nothing, but in a way says everything believeable. You're not wrong if you say nothing; can you say nothing, but merely by changing perspective, achieve clarity, truth, and deep insight? Yes, I think so. Forgive me the innocence and cynicism combined, the arrogance of seeking to find those, in us, here:

Conclusion

Let me conclude these essays on human evolution.

We are the popcorn of evolution, perhaps its slaves. The leash of Life is tight, just as Life is itself tied tight by the leash of Logic, our Queen. That conceiveable, actual, entity which comprises all Life, Pambios, cooks with the solar stove of Planet Earth, pops up an effervescence of bubbling popping random alternatives to everything within its worldwide self, and it kills by death, gentle or cruel undistinguished, across whole species, unblinking. Pambios is that nearly-eternal entity which comprises all of life. They, for Pambios is both genders and certainly plural, gives us the freedom of popcorn, to take a random shape, yet it controls us, filters us, fiercely, down to the finest, not all, but to the finest distinguishable detail and with a cold and analytical heart.

Every feature in every species, that comes down into posterity as a feature of that species, only took hold after innumerable mutations that failed to survivably coexist in the species. After so many mistaken, reabsorbed zygotes and embryos and unsurvivable fetuses, some one feature proved survivable at least through birth, rarely also to reproducibility, still that feature had to multiply against valid alternatives; after being endemic in the species it had to show an advantage. In showing an advantage such that the whole species now has it, something like an entire species worth of childless uncles and early-killed lovers had to be consigned to death, perhaps eaten, perhaps horribly, and certainly decomposed and recycled without living trace, such that the spread of that feature may later be ensured and that the carriers of its alternates can no longer exist in the species. Every species feature has cost a species-wide genocide of early death, or organismally unfulfilled life without offspring, for that feature to now fully characterize the species. And if this long process of failure and death applied, in truth, for any one feature, how many thousands and millions of features we see across all the species in the amazing natural library of species of the world? Each is a testament to accumulated death and loss in an unimaginably long and bloody past. We ourselves are not even blips in this flow, in the cascading wash of life. Let us be deeply humble, as befits our station.

Was that as fun for you as it was for me? Hoo!

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