In the river out of Eden replicated and survived the first pieces of matter that could, unleashing a long sequence of ever complex adaptations and phenotypes, leading to self-contained danger-avoidant, preferentially-optimising safe-deposit boxes that lumbered around carrying these vials of replicators with instructions on how to make more of such vial+box combinations.
In the arms race of the safe-deposit boxes, the genotype+phenotypes made trees taller, girraffes longer necked, and chimps hierarchical. The extended levers of the genotype eventually reached around to designing safe-deposits with self-contained simulation units powerful enough to avoid dangers and preferentially optimise more than any safe-deposit box had ever done before.
Minds could remember the past, and anticipate the future, model other minds and game-theoretically anticipate the actions of other safe-deposit boxes. Holism came first, and then subsequently came reductionism, and yet later, the understanding of the tangled interplay between them.
From the 2% of the genes that formed the diverence from our ancestor chimps, man emerged gloriously with the shines of culture, and the Frankenstein monster-child of the gene, the meme. There was now language, music, literature, sadness, happiness, poetry, dance and humour, ideas of war, peace, progress and enlightenment, and civilization.
The tiny blue planet was now teemingly populated with ‘valuers’. Matter had strange-looped around, carrying within itself messages about itself. For the first time in the known parts of the universe, entities found meaning in “meaning”. Initial jubilation upon the discovery of the ability to reason gave way to an awareness of its shortcomings and limitations. With visceral and atavistic typicality, humans compared up, and dolefully discovered a cocktail of cognitive biases barfed up by their blind safe-deposit-box-maker. Physical abilities drag baggages of primate ancestories, and mental makeup and brains throwback to our ancestors from reptilian times to our ESSes, to current postindustrial post-postmodern ethos.
Amidst the victories and the falls from grace, the chimp within the man grows smaller, as he spreads for that gigantic sprawl, and in him burns the flicker of the flame that the universe accidentally but inexorably lit to shine some light on itself. Through man-made “words” such as “economics”, “peace”, “love”, “future”, “nuclear”, “environmental-danger”, “evolving to extinction”, ”Drake’s equation“: man makes “sense” of the human condition to effectively try extend beyond it, as we “teme” up to dream of creating own Frankenstein monster and other dreams to come.
The flicker may be headed for a wimpy extinction. Or an inglorious explosive annihilation. Or perhaps the seeds have been sown for a long eventful march all the way toward the heat death of the u.
Meanwhile, oblivious or regardless of the ambiguity of the understanding of understanding, of uncertain futures and false certainties of what will be written in its blank pages; and incomplete grasps of incompletenesses in “frameworks” that only make “sense” to a colony of cells that have a human-evolutionary history, another “revolution” of the blue-orb is complete on a rather mediocre much-larger-but-yet-insignificantly-tiny yellow -orb, thereabouts where the flickers were lit through evolutionary-kisses-of-death through the parental stardust, and the colony of cells tells this tale to other colonies of cells, changing their simulation architectures by a wee bit, influencing their futures by a wee-er bit. In characteristically defiant, raucous dignity,- the.man.burns.
*Apologize for the gender-specific-language. Man=man&woman.
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