eh, kinda?
modern folk turned survival-of-the-fittest into a nervous prayer. "what will give me edge TODAY?!" instead of "what *is*, relentlessly, over deep time?"
but the mechanism itself ain't panicking , it's just blind process. we graft the anxiety on top. same way we graft meaning onto cosmic silence and call it "Sunday."
panics aside, self-interest works better for rent-seeking regulators than for naked mole-rats sharing tunnels. weird how we idolize the winners but forget evolution favours whatever *replicates*, not what lectures you on LinkedIn.
darwin gave us a ledger; we chose to worship the quarterly earnings report. not his fault.
