UNIVERSAL DESIRES & FEARS
The Deep History of Sociobiology
Length: 172 pages
The novelist Joseph Conrad expressed a great truth when he said: “the mind of man is capable of anything – because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future.” Our evolutionary history of noble acts and foul deeds, leading to survival and reproduction, guarantee that we harbor an understanding of the most essential facets of our physical and social environment. Our ancestors became our ancestors because they evolved an intuitive understanding of how our universe operates. The nature of our struggles – our lusts, our fears, our objectivity, our irrationality – lies embedded in our cellular DNA and the neurons of our mind, there to play itself out much like it did in the past and much like it will in the future. Joseph Conrad merely reminded us of our evolutionary continuity.
Many others have seen the links between our minds and the universe, the common thread of our existence and the inevitability of our loves and hates. In this little book are many demonstrations that our nature has been on the minds and lips of many – poets, playwrights, philosophers, historians, novelists, kings, slaves, religious leaders, and the greatest of knaves. From Ralph Waldo Emerson to Arthur Schopenhauer, from Aldous Huxley to Arthur Conan Doyle, from Aristotle to William Shakespeare, the truths about ourselves, come tumbling out. Reflecting on their thoughts we see ourselves. Yes, the universal nature of our being – the wellsprings of our consciousness, the measure of our desires – reflect our common origins and our bittersweet destiny.
Men do lust after women, more than the reverse, primarily because wooing and winning women are the paths toward reproduction. Women, with more at state in childbirth and care, are more objective in choosing mates, so it seems, concerned more as they are in quality offspring. It’s been said that women want relationships that will help their reproductive goals. For that they trade sex. Men want sex. For that they trade relationships, somewhat reluctantly.
The substance of our lives is women. All other things are irrelevancies,
hypocrisies, subterfuges. We sit talking of sports and politics, and all the
while our hears are filled with memories of women and the capture of
He fell from his horse as mighty as a mountain, like a leaf that the wind
rips from the tree. The brain in his head had begun to boil from the fire
in his heart; heart had fled from body and sense from head … The rosy
cheeks had turned the colour of saffron; his wine-coloured lips blue as the
sky. The hue of life had deserted his face, the insignia of love appeared
there in its stead.
Marriage is the only adventure open to the cowardly.
Love hath made thee a tame snake.
My mother saith he is my father. Yet for myself I know it not. For
no man knoweth who hath begotten him.