As I sit restless in the presence of a big window above the wooden desk, I turn around and find a pile of texts sitting besides the computer. Two of them call the attention for their pose is that of an open text being read with much interest. One of them happens to be The Selfish Gene for obvious reasons. The second, MacBeth seems to evoke memories past. It is not the first time I read the text, and much less is it work of an unkown author. Shakespeare strikes me as the best example of meme replication. He brilliantly used public methods to preserve his name and record: his literature.
Chapter eleven talks about memes, a replicator of thoughts and ideas, and mentions its pros and cons as compared to genes. In an attempt to make the concept clear the text sets tunes, ideas, catch-phrases, and clothes fashions as examples of memes. Dawkins further explains: “Just as genes propagate themselves in the gene pool by leaping from body to body via sperm or eggs, so memes propagate themselves in the meme pool by leaping from brain to brain via a process which, in the broad sense, can be called imitation (192).” The concept as introduced hijacked my interest, for it proved a connector between the physical part of life, which has been thoroughly explained, and a mental aspect of living disregarding sexual reproduction. Two of the greatest goals in the life of an average individual are fame, in any of its forms, and the need of a family. The family comes as a direct consequence of the reproduction, in order to ensure the survival of our genes, and the fame can be covered by the new concept. After all, don’t we all desire fame at some point?
The greatest survival, then, must go beyond the physical personal. Ideas as written and proven history will endure for centuries: the more famous the longer. The text explains how “Socrates may not have a gene or two alive in the world today, as G. C. Williams has remarked, but who cares? The meme complexes of Socrates, Leonardo, Copernicus and Marconi are still going strong (198).” Right of the top of my head, and for sure of the top of yours, come names of those famous in history: from Einstein to Napoleon, and Bolivar to Shakespeare. There have been many through history who have struggled to express the importance of the production and conservation of written history. It is from the records of the long dead that we came to comprehend much of what we know give for granted. Quite obviously, history is a safe bet when trying to preserve your ideas: then why not take advantage?
The preservations of memes and their evident replication are clear in accordance to its purpose. Congruently, genes have come across as the selfish replicators whose protection and survival are our only purpose. Shakespeare has come to be remembered years after his death through his texts, tasks which his genes have failed to achieve to such a global extent. Shakespeare, on the other hand, is a direct consequence of genes and their replication onto a new survival machine. But where shall we draw the line? Is it better, in case that we had to chose, to ensure the replications of genes or memes?