Some books explain things. Others reframe how you understand reality. Richard Dawkins’ The Selfish Gene definitely falls into the second category. I went in expecting a book about biology — what I got was a radical shift in how I think about life, evolution, and even human behavior. Right from the opening, Dawkins does something bold: he asks us to stop thinking of evolution as being about individuals or species, and to focus instead on genes. Genes, he argues, are the real players in evolution — long-lasting replicators, using bodies as temporary vehicles to get themselves copied. This shift from the organism to the gene as the central unit of natural selection is what makes the book so groundbreaking. Now, the term “selfish” isn’t meant morally — it’s metaphorical. Genes aren’t conscious or evil. But they “behave,” in an evolutionary sense, as if they’re selfish — doing whatever increases their chances of being passed on. That means creating organisms that are ...
Picture a small band of hunter-gatherers, twenty or thirty people moving through grasslands and forests. They have stone tools, fire, and language, but no writing, no history, and no science. Every day is uncertain. A successful hunt means food, a failed one means hunger. A sudden storm can destroy shelter. Predators crouch at edges of vision, and sickness can strike without warning. Life is immediate, precarious, concentrated on breath and bone and movement. Even then, the human mind was restless. Unlike other creatures, we are wired not only to react but to ask why. Why did that thunder arrive when it did? Why did the hunt succeed this morning and fail the next? Why did one child live and another die? Survival rewarded people who noticed patterns and formed explanations, even tentative ones. If rustling leaves might hide a predator, assuming there is an agent moves you to safety. Better to err on the side of agency than to be caught unawares. Psychologists and evolutionary thinkers l...