for the truth is a journey that every individual must seek; it is shared by
every human on the planet because each of one of us shares the same brain
structure that evolved from our ancestral past. This same brain architecture
that we all share, seeks to solve problems -- big and small -- that we all
face in our daily lives. The brain does this by gathering information and
making choices we deem important. In fact, the first principle of evolution
declares that every species (including humans) must adapt to their local environment.
And that is how we adapt -- by making the right choices. This undeniable logic
is based on the premise that if we took the wrong step or direction in our
evolutionary past by making a "wrong move," the "game was over."
Our biological brain seeks correct information before we make that next step.
In other words, the truth is -- correct information necessary to make correct
decisions - Period. That is why we seek it so determinately.
the world is full of information; in fact, the modern human animal is inundated
with too much information. And as a result, many of my fellow humans trust
and depend on others to decipher and interrupt information for them. Fortunately,
most of the information out there is solid and valid; unfortunately, their
still remains much information that is full of myths, half-truths, and absolute
lies. This is particularly true of the evolutionary perspective vs. theology.
. Some of our adult humans know that they must seek the truth, but do not
want to make this journey because they see no need because they trust those
who decipher the information. Some refuse to accept the truth because they
are very comfortable where they are and it many upset or void those comfortable
worlds where they adapt. But some of our species seek the truth because we
are not satisfied with the present information the way it stands. Some of
us know in our hearts that there are many false truths that are leading our
species in the wrong direction. And if history is any judge -- the truth always
wins out in the end.
seeking the truth is the story about who I am and the creation of this web
site that represent my findings. .
the depth of the web site and the subject matter, it may come as a mild shock
to some people that I am not a graduate of any college or university. As an
individual who has not taken the traditional path of academics and scientific
publications, this internet web site is ideal in posting my primary findings
to the outside world. It is my blog onto the world. It truly is an independent
point of view and provides a platform in which to place my understanding of
the complicated subject matter before you without review or censorship. I
realize that our culture requires us to find only the best, the brightest,
and the most widely recognized authorities in their fields to present scientific
facts -- and the academic path has proved highly successful in the past in
the majority of cases -- but I also feel that the internet represents a new
venue of presenting any views to the world and then the world gets to decide
for themselves whether to accept or reject those views. In evolutionary biological
terms -- it is the ultimate natural selection process at work. If my findings
are correct, then they will stand the test of time and debate -- they will
"survive" -- if they are wrong, they will "perish" and
it won't matter to future generations.
path described above should have been mine, but circumstances led me in other
directions. I was born in Summit New Jersey on November 11, 1945 to
a father who was a second generation Italian-American, and a mother who was
second generation Polish. Their parents came to this country in the wave of
immigrations that flooded America in the mid-20th century. My mother's father
started and ran a small general store in upstate New York state, while my
father's father did the usual manual labor jobs expected of Italian-American
immigrants -- in other words, digging ditches, cutting lawns, and laying bricks.
My father also related to me the story of how his father would sell bathtub
gin during the Depression in the 1930s from his horse and wagon "mobile"
bar -- "adaptation to local environments" will lead humans to do
"what a person has to do" in order to provide for their children
-- and that includes doing activities that would be considered "gray"
areas. The depression was hard on both of my parent's parents, and as a result
my parents were forced out into the world to help support their families --
starvation is not a viable choice. My mother made it as far as the seventh
grade before she found work as a seamstress and house maid. My father actually
made it through to the last year in high school, but since he never attended
enough classes, he never received his high school diploma. It seems that the
athletic coach needed his expertise on the football field more than he needed
his academic credits, and then a serious knee injury sidelined my father's
football career, and he too, dropped out and followed in his father's footsteps
and became a day laborer.
But my father was a very eager
and ambitious soul. He lived at home and saved as much money as he could.
No manual labor for this guy. He wanted to own his own business and be "like
the people who lived on top of the hill." And this brings us to my home
town where I was raised -- Millburn, New Jersey. It was a
town known then as a "commuter" or "bedroom" community
of New York City -- and as far as I know, is still consider the same descriptive
manner. It is located about 50 miles east of New York city and is still connected
by the Erie-Lackawanna railroad which carries passengers to Hoboken, New Jersey,
where they would depart to various methods to the Big Apple. The description
of "people on the hill" could not be more appropriate. It seems
that the Erie-Lackawanna railroad was located half way up this hill and represented
a separate boundary between the wealthy above and the laboring class below
the line. It could not have been more clear and distinct. If you lived above
or below this line, you knew exactly where you stood in the human hierarchy.
Those who lived above were amongst the most powerful and wealthy individuals
within the Northern New Jersey area, and those below were destined to "service"
But luck shined
on my little soul. It seems that by the time I reached high school in 1957,
America had just swallowed the Supreme Court decision of Brown Vs. the Board
of Education decision of May, 1954 that declared that "separate, but
equal" education was bad for the country. As a result, this poor, second
generational son an Italian immigrant from "below the tracks" was
given a seat with his peers from "above the tracks" and "treated
equally." Wanna bet?
At the time in my life I was
not aware of any prejudice that may have surrounded me, but it did seem that
I was constantly being berated for "not keeping up" the other students
and suffered from a sever case of low self-esteem. How come I could not keep
up? What was wrong with me? When I was in High school from 1958 till 1963,
no special programs to detect learning disabilities, but it seems that being
from the "wrong side of the tracks" was proof enough of the professional
educational staff at the time to prove that those born in my income class
and ethnic group where just not intellectually smart enough "to get it."
Throughout school, I was placed in special remedial classes for "slow
learners" where I still had difficulty in maintaining attention.
Guess what? In every circumstance, each of the students I was placed with
were from the "bottom of the hill" parents ( I know because I would
visit their homes after school). Not one slow learner came from those who
lived "on top of the hill." Isn't that interesting? See, proof positive
that poor people are stupid.
I loved my parents dearly because they worked hard and did the best that they
could to provide for their children, I also was raised in a household that
was ground down by economic reality and knew little of the value of higher
education. My older sisters were taught that college was a waste of time and
that they would be better off finding a husband to support them; college was
for the rich. As for myself, my "slowness" was accepted by my parents
as just another fact of a hard life.
I did manage
to graduate from high school (I suppose because it would be cheaper to "release"
me then attempt to re-educated me again) and I enlisted in the U.S. Air Force.
The Air Force always did beckon to me because I loved to watch the birds fly
from tree to tree in my suburban neighborhood. If Millburn New Jersey had
one good quality, it had many, well-maintained parks. It was a lush, and beautiful
But I suppose
the military beckoned because it was a ticket out of town that did not require
higher education. I knew that military duty was still an obligation for its
citizens then, and with nothing better planned for myself, I enlisted in 1963
to get my duty "over with" before I moved on to the next stage in
my life. (It was a very good move because in 1964, Vietnam "exploded"
with the Tolkin Bay incident and within a few years, many of my non-college
bound friends who did not enlist where drafted and sent to Vietnam). After
being tested and evaluated, it seems the Air Force had two choices for me:
Food Preparation or Radio Intercept Analysis. I knew that I did not want to
be a cook, so I chose the latter. I ended up in in Air Force intelligence
with a Top Secret Cryptographic clearance. Never underestimate the value
of the military mind and the logic that results.
the service, I had time to reflect on my life, and thought that a higher education
would help. After all, it seemed that I was more intelligent than the commanding
officers who commanded me; I figured, if they could do it, so could I. Upon
exiting the service, I attended the University of Denver in the fall of 1968
for about a year and a half before low self-esteem caught up with me again
as I found it difficult to maintain grade average requirements. Once
again, was it the surroundings that failed me, or didn't I try hard enough?
I just couldn't understand it -- here I was, studying five hours a night,
seven days a week, and barely making the grade, and all the other guys in
the dorm that I shared (they were gender separated back then) would take off
and go skiing on Thursday nights and return on Tuesday mornings -- and they
all did just great in their grades.
lost in low self-esteem, I dropped out of college. After getting tired of
attempting to "find myself," by drifting from job to job, I decided
that I really needed to settle down and make money in the best possible way
I knew how -- with the muscles in my shoulders and back. In 1983, I landed
into the blue collar job that I still have today in 2004.
January of 1995, at the age of 49, I purchased my first computer. I
took to the device like a duck takes to water. Of particular fascination
to me was the word processing program, which made one thing very apparent
to me. My difficulty with spelling, which I have struggled with all
my life, was not the result from lack of intelligence, but from a brain processing
several books on linguistics, I determined that my dysfunction had a name:
Lexica agraphia: writing difficulties while other communicative functions
are unaffected. It basically means that I have difficulty in removing
the small symbols that construct the written word from my memory. However,
upon further self-examination, I also found that I had some vocal pronunciation
difficulties, and throw in a little Attention Deficit Disorder, and you have
a pretty good description of the learning disability that stymied my young
event occurred: Always fascinated with the structure of the human brain, I
stumbled on the emerging science of evolutionary psychology. I was stunned
at how much sense it all made to me -- I was spellbound! Along with the purchase
of the computer, my new studies in the evolutionary origins of human behavior
began to form ideas and theories that just had to be written down. It is from
these origins that began to end as essays and theories that you find at this
web site. I had attempted many times before to write ideas that would
pop into my head, but was always stopped by the frustration of my spelling
errors and the mechanics of manual typewriters. I made so many spelling
errors that the work I did ended up a terrible mess; it had to be redone over
and over. Since I was completely frustrated because the paper was full
of corrected mistakes, I would fall into another period of low self-esteem
of self-loathing. Now, with the wonder of the word processor mechanics, I
can erase all the mistakes that I want. And in the case of the spellchecker,
I can also make mistakes all day long and not be frustrated one bit.
You see, the spellchecker gives me variations of the word I am attempting
to pull from my memory, but once "pulled out" and given a multiple
choice by the computer, I have no problem identifying the correctly spelled
word. In the past, it was the mechanics of not being able to pull the constructed
symbols from my brain that would forestall any accomplishment. I consider
the spellchecker as a type of prosthesis for my brain.
altering event occurred: Along with my purchase of the computer, came the
opening of the internet -- the WWW -- the World Wide Web. After just
ten months of learning my way on the computer and around the internet, I also
suddenly realized this fact: I could publish my work without ever being rejected
by any publisher or scientific gatekeeper telling me that I did not have any
credentials and, therefore, that my work must not be worth even looking at.
What did I have to lose. After reading the Moral Animal by Robert Wright and
discovering that he was a journalist and not a scientist; I decided that it
was OK for me to write on the subject as well.
The web site
you are visiting was born on October 19, 1995. It was a dull, gray,
mediocre piece of work which carried my first three essays and opinions --
but I did not care. I thought it looked wonderful. It was my creation,
and gave me a dose of positive self-accomplishment that had always been missing
for most of my life.
myself an independent scholar and merely feel that my current situation is
similar to that of a scientist in the field too busy working to hear the laughter
of any degreed scientists that I may be delusional in my attempts -- this
is a marathon, and not a sprit race. I write not for myself, but for future
generations. My wife seems to think that I am "channeling" from
some great force that touches only a few rare individuals (that seems pretty
extreme to me). I currently belong to the Human Behavior and Evolution
and subscribe to two journals that dwell on the human origins of behavior.
This web site
is a labor of love. No criticisms will tear it down. It has not
been an attempt to elevate myself into the stratospheric social circles of
science, but rather simply to report my findings to my fellow layperson. I
consider my credentials more than adequate to do this. I pay for the
entire project out of my own pocket, by the sweat of my brow, the strength
in my shoulders, and the few trinkets I sell on my street-corner web store.
For those of you who wish to dispose of my theories solely because of my lack
of credentials, let me remind you of an important fact: All theories, regardless
of in whose mind they originated, must endure the same ultimate test -- they
must remain standing after the passage of time and debate. Can you tell
me Darwin's, Newton's, or Einstein's credentials without looking them up?
I imagine that you cannot. Because it is not the credentials that we
remember, but the ideas that these minds presented to the world that stood
the test of time. If credentials of individual scientists are all important
to you, then perhaps you seek them because hierarchical positioning is the
more important subject, and not for the wisdom dispensed.
If after reading
this statement and you are still interested in contacting me for consultations,
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