Sometimes, you start with a title and go from there. Although I specify writing, this pertains to all forms of art. “Writing” just happened to be in the sentence that was floating through the cosmos.

The artistic and technical types (like me) can be jealous of that small percentage of guys that women drool over. But those guys can be jealous of the artistic for their wealth of creativity and ability to satisfy cultural urges…that is, if those guys can feel jealousy, they probably feel nothing at all, those pretty boys with their square jaws and accentuated Adams Apples walking up to any woman they fancy… (oh, there’s the jealousy right there…).

People want to write and create things with their minds like they want to bonk with their bodies. Proliferation via cultural channels is not as old and not as strong as via biological channels but it is just as widespread. It feels good to create art just as it feels good to fornicate. Every body wants to write a book just as everybody wants to have sex. The former is executing cultural proliferation strategy while the latter executes a biological one. It has been built in by evolution as a means of gaining cultural credibility which, in turn, leads to genetic proliferation…statistically speaking. These are the major drives in life. Sex and art. And status, I might add, which may have a finger in the cultural and biological jars.

I’ve heard of a book called The Instinct of Art or something. Wait, let me Google it. The Art Instinct. Right. Denis Dutton. He claims that art should be on the list of cultural universals with religion, language, social structures, and discos. I’ll agree to that.

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