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How Does One Break the Cycle, Part I

I have seen it slowly coming, and I do not know what to do, a slow but steady erosion in the world’s average IQ. It started back in the nineties, a slow but steady drip since then, decline in mental fortitude amongst our women and men. I’m not talking partisan stuff, though this doesn’t help with that crap, I’m looking at evolution, which never really takes a nap. Some jolly heretics speak up, but most others tend to ignore that our success undermines us, and this has happened before. It happened back in ancient Greece, and it happened to ancient Rome, when we wipe out all our hardships, when our struggles are banished, gone, we find ourselves in a mismatch, we find ourselves rather bored, our minds are made to solve problems, this is a fact we can’t ignore. Part of us craves security, and leads us to suppress the fact that instinct craves volatility, without it we go off track. We even stop having children, when not faced with hardship and death, lose that urge for immortality if we know what’s coming next. The ultimate contradiction, that in order to really live we must feel like the end is near, and without that, we’re bored as sh-t, losing the age-old impulse to keep things going and carry on, we are evolved for the struggle, and without it things go wrong. Harder still is it to realize that the fact we all now survive leads to growing mutations that make it harder for us to thrive. As late as the 1800s half of us died when we were young, a thought that’s sobering to me, since I know I would’ve been one. And cruel as it may be to think all that death may have played a role, weeded out weakness, mutation, left those who lived stronger as a whole. But we’ve always been caring types, and our science ended this trend, we stopped all this mortality, and thought things would get better then. For many decades that seemed true, but now the data has reversed, without Darwin’s remorseless hand the incentives are now adverse. CONCLUDES IN PART II.

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