Once upon a time I escorted as group of tourists to the Jerusalem Biblical Zoo. We stopped in front of the baboon compound-cage. It was an area surrounded by a high fence, enclosing what looked a lot like ‘the natural habitat of baboons’, the zoo version – rock formations strewn around, some trees, water ponds.
There was a pack of baboons inside. Their assess were huge, with a big red part of it protruding, luridly, outward – I thought these were probably sexual organs, but I couldn’t quite make up my mind which. Maybe having your ass all red and sticking out was a sign of sexual arousal? I do not know….
They were running around, all exited (courtship? No idea….), screaming, jumping, maybe even, occasionally, beating their chests, resolving their baboon issues in their baboon style. I stood there and stared. Me, the civilized man, literate in several languages, both human and computer, educated, armed (I had an M-1 carbine), also with knowledge… I was even being civilized at that very moment, being nice to a little kid who had survived the Beslan Massacre. And yet I felt inferior to those monkeys.
I envied them. Intensely. I wanted to be a monkey at that very moment. I wanted to be a caveman, I’m quite certain I had been already an anarchist, in my political views, back then, and to me, anarchy meant hunting and gathering.
You see, we, the civilized, we walk through life with huge corn cubs stuck up our asses – all the cultural baggage that has been bred into us, that we have been brainwashed, through pain and humiliation, to accept, instead of our true urges, our true animal passions, to be running around naked in the jungle, exposing our privates and screaming at eachother. Expressing all our emotions instead of holding it all in for the sake of equilibrium and social stability. And propriety. And because we know no better.
Spare the rod, spoil the child, goes the proverb, or am I screwing it up again? Our ‘superior’ civilized notions, memes, are imprinted in our minds through pain, by the rod, that’s why it is necessary, and I certainly was spared none of it, yet still came out broken, at the end. Evolution does not take care of end cases. Bad experiences, just like bad genes, accumulate and flow down through the ages until finally they converge on a single individual, or a group of individuals, making them too sick to procreate. Thus the bad is ejected from the genotype and from the population, life purges itself….. and can continue, but this is not what I came here to speak of. I just wanted to tell you about some monkeys.