Perhaps the reader is now beginning to realize why destructive activity is often confused with pleasure in minds inferior to his own. If something done for the deterioration of self can cause such a magnified euphoria, doing harm to others would spark one of even greater proportions. In the world for which nature had ordained it, inter- and intra-tribal conflicts were a daily reality. Then, every creature was an unwilling, unthinking threat to every other's survival, and, in order to keep his head from being bludgeoned into the ground, an Australopithecus africanus needed to bludgeon in someone else's. Every organism sought to be the most powerful, the most able continuer of its species (in other words, the brutal Darwinist struggle for survival in which only the strongest, the most powerful and fearsome would survive to pass their more successful genotypes on to posterity). Thus, nature had instilled within every creature, including man, the desire to kill and maim one's neighbor for, once again, security. Yet now, after the sages of the Enlightenment and even their predecessors from Greece and Rome have devised the principles of virtue, summarized in complete freedom as long as it does not intervene with anyone else's freedom, a majority of people merely wish to live and work in peace. They do not seek to do harm nor to spill blood. Yet that primitive impulse occasionally seeps through the veneer of moral advancement in those retrogrades who have not reached it fully, for, just like the obsolete euphoria and pain, the means existing to quell it are not fully implemented as of yet. Thus, the lowliest organisms among the human species constantly assail with violence anyone whom their barbaric subconscious, always in control of them, views to be competition due to their advancement. That is why philosophers, scientists, artists, and other members of all intellectual avant-gardes have always been persecuted by crowds, comprised of exactly such people as those who are still manipulated, without their knowledge, by the strings of Social Darwinism. Since the mob always carries out its rampages of devastation without any internal reasoning or at least without the consciousness of it, they, in a somewhat human attempt to rationalize it, call it a pursuit of pleasure. Yet they are merely deceiving themselves, for we have already determined that euphoria can never be the root of such.

The reader, hopefully possessing a human enough mind to have followed my chain of reasoning, will realize, then, what great bores people who do harm unto others are. They are driven by the impulse for security, but they do not receive even that, for they are constantly being deceived by the greatest advocate of stagnation, fear, which, conscious or subconscious, can lead to catastrophic consequences for those against whom it is targeted. Although one little monkey will obey a big monkey for fear of its own life being jeopardized, it will doubtlessly seize the first opportunity to, with a thoughtless mob of other little monkeys, destroy the big monkey and thus ensure a greater possibility for its genome to thrive. But must we, for such sadistic, antiprogressive, and anti-individualistic (as are any considerations of genetic determinism or desirability over the rational mind of each individual specimen) interests, sacrifice the more perfect genomes and the more perfect people that are always being jeopardized in hunts for pseudo-pleasures? If one has but a speck of morality in them, they will realize the importance of respecting the life and dreams of fellow humans, for we are all so much alike, ninety-nine percent as the most recent human genome research demonstrates. If we transform such a similar person's life into a living Hell, what would guarantee that none else would wreak the same misfortune upon ourselves?

So, most esteemed reader, follow your dreams. Perform the labor that gives you pleasure, read constructive and appealing books, develop your physical skills in constant exercises, play games that entertain you and increase the number of dendrites between your neurons. Enhance yourself and do not surrender to the envious slackers who seek to destroy your self-esteem and ambition for the sake of perpetuating their indolence. Resist them, ridicule their animal tendencies, and the world shall be yours to win.

G. Stolyarov II is a science fiction novelist, independent filosofical essayist, poet, amateur mathematician, composer, contributor to Enter Stage Right, Le Quebecois Libre, and the Ludwig von Mises Institute, Senior Writer for The Liberal Institute, and Editor-in-Chief of The Rational Argumentator, a magazine championing the principles of reason, rights, and progress. His newest science fiction novel is Eden against the Colossus. His latest non-fiction treatise is A Rational Cosmology. Mr. Stolyarov can be contacted at gennadystolyarovii@yahoo.com.