Nature’s role in our philosophical evolution is sacrosanct. Our environments intuitively guided human enterprise from the antediluvian days. The melodies of the flora and fauna inspired auditory distinctions, onomatopoeias, rudimentary tunes and gradually, the great classics and electronically wrought melanges that pump up our adrenalin today. Spoken words imitated from nature would one day become Shakespeare. Nature’s beauty transmuted the inchoate creativity of Early Mankind into cave paintings, the crudely etched motifs of animals and plants that formed the earliest script. These ubiquitous symbols, both static and mobile, kept reminding man that he was not alone, that he was perhaps guided by beings even loftier. The animistic instinct cannot be denied but neither can the existence of a truly supreme being. As with dialogue, belief is inherently human; it distinguishes Homo sapiens from the rest of our ecology. This eidetic instinct in Man is still extant; we still see our anthropomorphic representations in clouds and animals, though the underlying superstitions are waning. Yet, such symbols induce us to dream. Almost every ideation, innovation and adaptation was aided along by nature’s representations. It has hurtled mankind towards modernity, even post modernity, ever since we tried to regulate its elemental fury. We began channelling waterways, irrigated our fields, and harnessed wind for our distant conquests on sailboats. Would fuel be possible without a primal fire? Meat probably tasted better after that and wintry nights became more bearable. In fact, the harshness of winter can signal new beginnings, not just the relief of spring but also the flutters of storks who work overtime to deliver tiny bundles of joys, nine months later.
Progress was enabled by nature. Our silken haute couture needed ever-larger textile mills. Our envy of birds made us want to fly, many tried -fatally - until the Wright brothers finally got the technique right. Nature still throws a challenge in myriad ways, and we responded by sublimating its rage into a higher contrivance. Floods not only gave birth to canals and dams - with its indispensable hydroelectric power - but also immortalised the timeless, apocryphal story of the heroic young Hans Brinker, who, saved Haarlem by staunching a dyke with his chubby finger.
Despite what the doomsayers say, mankind still appreciates nature more than the artificial kitsch that attempts to emulate it. Teak furniture is infinitely more desirable than plastic sofas; psychiatrists may recommend the symphonies of forests and lakes (now a niche music industry by itself) to Xanax for sleep. We can read books made from pulp in every conceivable ergonomic position, according to personal peculiarities, but hardly so with computers. The latter itself is the culmination of our ancestors grasping (or re-grasping) of the concepts of zeroes and ones. Zero could have primordially meant an empty stomach when sticks and stones were used to hunt ungulates. One, on the other hand, may have signified the glut of a feast, a hearty meal, or a prize catch. Nature sustains and nurtures; that is why it has life’s ultimate maternal honorific.
But is man now suffused with arrogance, knowing he has the power to alter any natural course, of being the creator himself? A famished world needs its sustenance and our microscopic peering into nature’s secrets have given rise to congeries of developments, from penicillin to the microbes from Hades. As nature bares its unseen building blocks, we discover its Manichean possibilities - the nuclear bomb or atomic power. The answer lies all around us. We form the ecology, participating in a dance of symbioses. Just as Man came forth from dust, we return to it. Extrapolate this over countless aeons, and the subterranean layers start bursting to disgorge fossil fuels. When that runs out, our surroundings provide another fuel source for our inexorable march towards social evolution. The planet’s inexhaustible supply of hydrogen might rev our engines in the future. A Tupolev-154 has already flown on hydrogen (1988), balloons even before that, but now feasibility is proven in the Honda and Mercedes fuel tanks of Californian streets. Is anything impossible? Perhaps, but we universally worshipped the moon until we finally got there. What we need now is balancing acts. How do we progress and not pollute? How do we expand, consume and not precipitate extinction? It starts with the realisation that nature germinates our most profound imaginations. For every species doomed, a chance for a cure or a fashion design will be irretrievably lost. A yet to be discovered butterfly may inspire an artistic novelty or reveal a new flight technique, one day. The more we kill, chop down or develop the pyrotechnics of murder, the more we tear ourselves asunder. Mushroom clouds can’t substitute for the real thing.
Technology is value neutral. Foetuses with congenital defects can be genetically treated before they are born, relieving parents of the agony of abortion, which, in essence, is intrinsically no different from the pernicious female infanticides - something still practised among the consummately benighted today. No one would want his or her child to die horribly from a disease like Tay Sachs, and here is where our unravelling genetic secrets can be unlocked to repair a simple code gone awry. There is a thick red line between being creators and being intelligent beings. Or even executioners of mercy? How perverse would it be for a parent to abort an unborn child, pre-diagnosed as carrying the genetic flaws of Motor Neuron Disease? Is this mercy, humanity, or the killing of a Stephen Hawking, whose paralysed body is arguably the only one capable of holding Einstein’s mantle today?
Our tomatoes are getting better, our food chain more secure as we have adapted to milieu’s caprices. In the process, our hormone-treated cows are making us obese, food-related health problems persist while leaders haggle over trade barriers. Profit is overriding holistic options, which, can be ironically achieved in the cauldrons of distress. The women of France, it seems, never looked better than during the Nazi occupation, simply because gorging was beyond their means while cycling was the transport of (no) choice.[i]
As we procreate in larger numbers, how do we cope with the food chain, maintain our virgin forests and not destroy? The solutions are multifarious, from hydroponics to multi-decked greenhouses. We need to produce cattle that don’t bloat our girth, or potatoes that are bigger, more nutritious and capable of feeding extra mouths. No sane person would like to see the Great Irish Famine (1845 -1850) repeated. Biotechnology is not a philosophical break from the past. We have been breeding studs for centuries and the quest for a Black Tulip was sowed with plots of Dumas’ intrigues. Better-fed people are more productive. In a war, a fool mulls over strategies while an astute general frets over logistics. Those canned corned beef does more to an enervated army than a limp battle cry.
We can adapt, but can we create? Or do we have the right to? When we clone our idols, what do we do about our broken brethren who can’t be compared in looks or genius? The answer lies not in nature but probably in scriptures. Nature teaches you the “Survival of the Fittest”, the predatory law where the weak, the diseased and the “obtuse” get weeded out. Watch how lions hunt. Countless tribes have been lost forever and we are left with remnants of Amerindians and Aborigines, to name just two. Eugenics are subconsciously practiced in certain societies where women marry up the ladder, while less privileged men are left with no lower rungs to perpetuate posterity. Economics and a perverse financial system will only exacerbate a criminal, attritional murder of the living when money can buy health, and along the way, an ersatz form of happiness. Our best may not have died in the battlefield, but in our dark, impoverished waysides.
Scriptures, on the other hand, speak of hope. Van Gogh was cruelly treated due to his (putative) Meniere's syndrome but would such like him be tolerated in the future to produce masterpieces in paint like the The Starry Night (1889) and, inspire a later one in decibels from Don MacLean? We can still see people painting well with their toes, blind men like Stevie Wonder winning Grammys, and a deranged mathematician named John Nash winning the Nobel prize for economics, immortalised in that movie A Beautiful Mind. Would Mankind’s trajectory have been a different, pathetic one if there were no divine warnings of Providence being the defender of “orphans and widows” (Exodus 22:22-24)? There were more murders in Stalin's USSR then Hitler's Germany! Whatever our belief system, the archetypal memories of such retribution held us in check, and the genius of our crippled enriched the world prodigiously.
Now do we cross the Rubicon to create copycat Elvis Presleys, Stephen Hawkings and Peles? They are the products of challenges, where they could look at distant stars and fight those odds to become ones themselves. Superstars are stubborn. They can’t be engineered but inspired. Someone needs to teach them laborious tenacity, something quick fix genes of IQs or sinews can’t do.
What if we do cross that red line? When a master race emerges and demands a pecking order for humanity? Will history repeat itself with classes of the ubermensch and untermensch, something that failed artist from Vienna tried about half a century back? Is this quantum leap possible in the first place?
Societies obsessed with material progress are not our most innovative ones, despite their wealth.2 Unless, they resort to imports.
And, remember, Hitler failed! The Tasmanian tiger may yet prowl again, as its genes are still preserved in laboratory jars. Question is, do you want it back?
We have to be born ourselves, not contrived. We must endure life’s pangs until all those frustrating, incandescent limitations spark off genius and wisdom. Would dulcet lyrics have flowed from Stevie Wonder’s throat if his eyes got distracted? Would the immobilized Stephen Hawking have unlocked cosmic secrets if he were partying away like in his good old days? Would Pele have dribbled those balls, and our minds, if he were white?
Would mankind have flung the gauntlet if not for nature’s importunate challenges?
An Answer? As environmental degradation, the Greenhouse Effect and the scourge of synthetics threaten our planet, what can we do without compromising progress? The answer lies in biodiversity, in the Golden Rule of symbiosis. It is attested by both nature and our sacred verses. Just as man complements the woman and vice versa, mankind cannot exists apart from Mother Nature. We have been accused of causing extinctions but our interventions may have saved countless species. Our giant whales now stand a chance of survival because nature has provided alternatives to blubber. It is more difficult now for a natural blight to exterminate one of our lifelines. The Mad Cow disease didn’t kill anyone of hunger. Neither did the Chicken Flu virus of Hong Kong, even after millions of animals were culled. We can speedily intervene, for own sakes. Besides, what would life be like without our feral behemoths of majesty – the tigers, lions, rhinoceros and elephants, all emblazoned in our tribal escutcheons? They gave us our myths, laid the foundations of our discourse, arts and science. They enabled us to build, from stilted houses to safe redoubts, and we are still building. We can miniaturise trees for bonsai art and subliminally extend the idea to Intel chips. We can also observe otters to lay the cornerstones of gigantic dams, millennia later. Our venerable breed of stud horses may have inspired our quest for gene therapy, to save a yet to be born life of impending misery. This is the heart of nature, may its beat continue to pulsate our most ingenious labours. In the process, we don’t need another Josef Mengele, even a successful one, but more Alexander Flemings who can discover a mould associated with decay to restore wilting bodies.
References:
1) Is Paris Burning? – Larry Collins and Dominique Lapierre, 1965
2) Singapore has a wealthy, highly educated populace that is disproportionately short on creativity, resulting in an ongoing national debate over the matter. The eugenic theme kept appearing in former Prime Minister Lee Kuan Yew’s statements throughout his long tenure. Expatriates, from the Third World to the First, still fill a large number of coveted scientific and executive positions in the City-State. A good chunk of US hi-tech professionals, and ironically even doctors, come from nations with public healthcare.
Originally written in late 2003. Published on April 27, 2004
@Mathew Maavak, 2004
Mathew Maavak publishes an eclectic publication called the Panoptic World. It can be accessed at http://www.maavak.net
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