Your social genes haven't changed in the past 200,000 years. They are still the same as when humans were hunter gatherers, the stone age. Social genes are the genes that define behavior.
Where do we see this? Hunter-gatherers were not adventurous. They didn't go hunting again, until they had to. They preferred to share, to be nice to each other, that way they didn't have to risk confrontation. This lived in clans, hunted in clans, and followed the leaders.
They judged everything by their first impression of it, or by prejudice: they didn't experiment, didn't stop to think, didn't give second chances. A wolf in sheep's clothing would be accepted as sheep.
My students say that I am harsh. That I don't see the best in people. That I'd catch more flies with honey...
Yeah, I know. Flies love honey... but I am looking to talk to people who aspire to go to the next level of human evolution, and those people are not flies. They are not scared away by reality: they know it will take taking a hard look at reality that is not pretty...
I am a realist. Rob Brezsny is an optimist... he has a lot of honey... yet, a realist finds the work in what he says, and loves it. 1
Rob Breszny writes: While walking in San Francisco, I passed the Pacific Heights Health Club. The sign out front said, "Birthday suits tailored here." It was a witty reference to the idea that working out at a gym helps people get their naked bodies in good shape. I'd like to interpret the sign's message in a different way, and apply it to you. The time is right for you to get back in touch with your raw, original self, and give it the care and the fuel and the treats it has been missing. Who did you start out to be? What does your soul's blueprint say about who you must become? Home in on your source code and boost its signal.
Whether a person is successful or not can be boiled down to this question... successful people say they can handle it, unsuccessful people say they can't. And this is where your word (I can/I can't) will give you everything.
I have read about a man whose doctor told him that he had terminal cancer, and he should go home and take care of his things. The man went home, took care of his things. A week later he died.
Turns out he was healthy. He didn't have terminal cancer, he didn't have any cancer, any disease. He died because he said: I can't handle it...