The Brain in Love

Is not the brain in love a most ripened commodity?

Animal love, they say, is material needs and chemical desires. But defined by its boundaries, all love is pains and promises, specially formulated to control us. In the very way that they delight us, at the very moment that they dig us the deepest yet the highest euphoria, and most of all in those seconds when they decide that nothing else matters, then, men women and men and women become tacit in a domination.

In Contrast, this figure, from Wilson 1975 is an evolutionary interpretation of man, near equal in its comedic and scientific values.

Make it explicit here, this is not a genetic analysis of humanity. Neural plasticity is the transformation of man by his environment. The physiology of a brain is controlled by its history, its beliefs, its comrades and its master.

To be sure, the capacity for human complexity, that intricate wiring which we connect as worst fears and greatest dreams, this is the product of miracle evolution. But just as propaganda can be written on the same paper as poetry, and words themselves are nothing but the place holders for their real meanings, the human brain is the raw material which by living, we transform into art and argument, romance and horror, thought and forgotten, commodity and slave.

Genes do not encode an ideology, but paper is not the laws that are written on it.

Our brains are the media of society.