One, drenched in French school of morphology, might say that humanity might have the relatives in the societies of chimpanzees or bonobos, or whatever ape the dug out of the forest dirt. One, however, might note that the local power station, giving heat and electricity to your home and moving the trolley or a tram you take to work gives more ontological influence for your body than any simian ancestry. One might also note that humanity is not genetic, but contagious. Wild children might adapt to their environments pretty good, but they will lack even the features their body will have obvious signs of selection to. One might even note that at some point there were 20+ species of hominids coexisting, with the advent of civilization wiping all but a single landrace of a single subspecies of a single species in the only extant genus. Reasonable doubts arise as to whether they really died due to the ‘lack of food’. There’s a truth to the myth of Promethaeus. Fire was necessary for early humans. One might say, that the wildfire is an ancestor of humanity. A wildfire, a power that brings down even the strongest dominants of a successive ecosystem, making way for species of, ah, ‘disturbed ecosystem’. Wildfire, which releases hoarded carbon into the atmosphere with an enormous burst of energy. Sounds familiar?.. Humanity’s cousin is the Big Red Spot, a storm capable of swallowing earth-class Rocky planets, nearly eternal by constantly devouring energy of the planet and releasing it as heat. Thomas Sankara really was onto something when he noted that you cannot kill an Idea. But reading Vygotsky and interacting with iterations of what is now plural community make it very clear that killing a revolutionary - an image, no, an incarnation, an equivalent, recursive instance of capitalism’s concrete contradictions, is also really fucking hard, and shooting an ape possessed results at best at some memory loss. Drunk parties do the same, if you have not noticed. People failed to figure out how brain produces consciousness, and the answer is that it probably fucking doesn’t. Consciousness is produced in library dust, in the hum of seed bank refrigerators, decades-old phagemid collections, a small workshop making spark plugs for silicon CVD. So, yeah. An ape is incidental.
