The HGB bias and the (not so) Randomness of Fate

History, geography and biology — why do angels fall — how heroes rise.

Disclaimer: any resemblance in characters, stories, concepts and events is due to sheer randomness.

Humans at their core are good. No one is born a villain, no one is born a charlatant, no one is born a pseudo-city idiot. Everyone is born tabula rasa, a blank slate.

Ok. Genepools are biased and we inherit the consequences of our ancestors’ decisions. Modernity is doing its best to blind these biases, yet out there, things are still very much in equilibrium. Can’t fight mother-nature!

Not all humans are born equal, but they are all born with the equal chance- and invited- to create their own story at every moment of their lives.

History, Geography & Biology

First, let’s set the framework.

As much as humans are free to write their own history on the blank slate of their lives, their freedom is not absolute. Freedom is never absolute, not in this realm. It’s limited and delienated by history, geography and biology: the biases of fate.

On a more philosophical note: “the biases of fate” are the sheets of mother-nature’s Procrustean Bed.

Nevertheless, fate is random and plays within these biases. Call it the will of God, of Allah, of Zeus, of Jupiter or of Baal, fate doesn’t care!

One of my dearest historical characters is Hannibal Barca, the Carthaginian general who knocked on the doors of Rome in the second Punic war, came a “fig branch away” from writing history differently. Let’s examine the “biases of fate” and how they unfolded in Hannibal’s quest.

History and Geography:

264 BC, Rome and Carthage are 590 km away from each other: the two epicenters of civilization clashing until one perishes. At the tender age of six, Hannibal swore on the altar of his worshipped god to reverse the humiliating effects of the treaty that ended the First Punic War.

The results of the first Punic War (history) and the close distance between the two epicenters (geography), stipulated the circumstances.

History and Biology:

Hannibal was the son of Hamilcar, the Carthaginian military commander during the first Punic war. His “father’s blood” ran in his veins and with it, the rivalry to Rome, the biggest threat to the existence of his civilisation, his city, his tribe, his genepool. Oh, the Genepool!

The Roman and Canaanite feud dated back several centuries. The East and West divide (history) dictated the genepools. Tyre ‘Soor’, the Canaanite ancestor of Carthage, burnt itself to the ground when defeated and wouldn’t allow any invader to alter its genepool (biology). The trick was, mother-nature has plenty up her sleeves, pure gene-pockets at 1000 meters of altitude !

Geography and Biology:

By definition, a genepool is made of all the genes of a particular group of people or animals. Hannibal’s Carthaginian genepool had both the North African and the Eastern Mediterranean Canaanite genes. The stronger genes? Well, had it been the North African, Carthage of the Soorian Dido wouldn’t have existed !

Two genepools can co-exist, but one should be dominant. Co-dominance is not a game mother-nature likes to play for long !


The hatred and fear that Rome had towards Carthage is clear: in latin Tyrant means an evil ruler, term stemming from Tyre! Cultural post-mortem mutilation.

Hannibal was triangulated by History, Geography and Biology.

What did he do? Did he shun away? Sunbathed in the hammamet of Carthage and awaited the Roman destruction of his people?

Just like in a game of cards, he matched the bets and charged towards Rome heading a 100,000 strong army, with elephants and chariots, mostly made up of mercenaries-paid in ‘revenue share’ schemes- across the Alps and the Pyrenees ! Crazy suicidal Canaanite !

Mercs,Why mercs? Simply because the Carthagian Assembly, majority composed of traders, refused to supply the necessary resources unless Hannibal gets to the door of Rome.

He conquered all of the Western Mediterranean basin, sometimes through battles and mosttimes by building alliances. When he knocked on the doors of Rome, when the “genepool’s” biggest opportunity to end THE threat of its existence, Heno -the head of the Traders party in the Assembly- happened !

The rest is History according to Roman Historians!

Hannibal was ‘cursed’ by history, geography and biology. Just like Hannibal, every decision, every choice and every turn a human being takes is a mere attempt to escape this curse.

There are times in everyone’s life when all three ‘triangulate’ randomly: this is when the table is set. Just like in a game of cards, you either raise, match or fold.

Dido/Elissa raised the bets, Hannibal matched, Heno folded !

A quick tip: when the table is set, never run away. Running away is folding, and you’ll end up losing your stakes. Sit at the table and play !

23 centuries later, Mikha-El (meaning the angel who is like God, El being the supreme deity in the Canaanite pantheon) is the guardian archangel of Rome, let that sink in !

The Intellectual-Yet-Idiot would dismiss this claim and says that Hannibal was a Lybian figure but shrugs at the thought that his multinational employer still bears the name and values of its American founders.

Meanwhile, I can hear the voice of Nassim Nicholas Taleb in the background saying key terms like “Soul in the Game”, “Lindy effect” and “Antifragile” !

Why Angels Fall

The book of Genesis states(1:2) The Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

The debate is not about authenticity, science or plagiarism of the work of previous civilizations !

The essence is One. Every living soul is a breath, a spirit/prana, originating from the One (not a name calling debate either).

Lucifer himself was an Angel: smart, fiery and cocky ! And he fell from Grace. In a comic series ‘randomly’ named Lucifer, presenting an alternative version of Lucifer- in defiance to most monolithic beliefs- Lucifer says:

Truth is, Souls don’t perish but Angels fall.

Soldiers die and get honored, Politicians die and become martyrs, covert armed forces die and mosttimes no one picks up their dead bodies, characters in a writer’s work die and become literature and hollywood productions.

They ascend (or descend, depending on your religious doctrine) into another form of being.

Souls don’t perish, but Angels fall !

Every struggle survivor is a fallen Angel.

Back to the start, every human being is good and randomly, each one is dealt a hand by fate:

  • Think of the brave soldier who watched his brothers in arm fall by his side, and still blames himself for not doing more to save them.
  • Think of the young rational chap who had to ask the doctors to end his dad’s torture by stopping life-support machines, and still can’t get over that he ended that dear life.
  • Think of the young ambitious maiden who endured loneliness in a defected family setup and had to “logically” integrate into a pseudo-city cosmopolitan texture and how much she is torn apart between who she is and the nurtured persona that is infected with every possible vice.
  • Think of the MI6 agent who found a way out and is seeking a peaceful life and then receives a video of his friend getting beheaded and still nurses the pain of “had he been there, his friend may have had a chance to see his daughter”.

Fallen Angels have survived, usually several of, fate’s random hand dealings and the resulting wounds shaped their characters.

The fall is one of the selection mechanisms mother-nature uses to purify genepools. Think of it as a closed feedback loop system:

  • The weak take out their lives in despair and are out of the ‘bias framework’;
  • The stronger ones use their “natural talents” (genepool) within an ethical framework they were raised in (inheritance) to survive the fall in certain circumstances (circumstances) of life’s randomness. Once they get back up, they are thrown back at the table for another round.

What about the talents?

The painter’s talent is drawing, the sculptor’s his sculpting, the orator’s his words, the tarder’s his negotiations, the careerist sleeps their way up, the secret agent’s is the art of death, the modern pretty face is a careerist, the physician’s his healing via negativa, the scientist’s his IQ.

So the Fall inevitably, and randomly, happens. The Fallen Angel is back at the table and dealt another hand.

In the following round(s), when triangulated,the person’s behavior is skewed by the ‘scars and wounds’ of the previous Fall(s).

The impact of the fall determines the depth of “wounds”, the magnitude of the shock and the skewness of behavioral patterns. Psychologists and so-called social scientists label the symptoms of the aftermath as PTSD (post traumatic shock disorder). The stronger the shocks and deeper the wounds, the more resilient the “character”. And in case it keeps a positive outlook on life, with a lot of hope, guts and grit to take shots and win at life, the more they transcend resilience into “Antifragility”.

The trick is tying one’s life purpose to a higher goal ! (i.e Soul in the Game).

Now let’s push this to the extreme.

An Angel that has been hit with almost every possible shock (the above examples being singletons among many more traumatic episodes) and still stands, has monstruous will power to just survive and titanic grit to still aim at “Winning in life”. This person is a terrifying monster; whether they are “heros” or “villains” depends on the ethics they inherited (bias of inheritance).

The beauty of fate is that everytime a survivor is back at the table, they are dealt a random hand to reshape the inherited ethical baggage they hold.

That’s how heroes (or villains) rise.

How heroes rise

From the animal kingdom through to Hollywood, being good is protecting and providing for the kin, defending the weak and respecting the elderly.

Being a hero or a villain depends on the perspective constructed by the inherited moral frameworks; e.g. William Wallace was a Scotish hero, and a villain in the eyes of Edward I ‘the Longshanks’.

Let’s take another extreme yet illustrative example. The aforementioned young maiden, exhibit D, sleeps her way either up or for an altruistic cause such as providing for her mother and not-so-gifted family members or even getting her orbiters opportunities in a setup. Sacrifice, taking one for the team and skin in the game: this falls under the bigger scheme of heroism. However, even in a pseudo-city it’s considered ‘unethical’ and labelled corporate whoredom.

Ethics, or lack of in this case. Inheritance and genepools !

Another extreme example at the other end, a young maiden -exhibit K- picks a genepool, survives multiple shocks, preserves the genepool, moves earth and heaven, nurtures it and brings forth an ethical young chap -exhibit A.

Ethics: inheritance and genepools!

Both maidens are Fallen Angels, and everytime they got back at the table, they had an opportunity to alter the ethical baggage. Few seize the opportunity, hence the old Levantine adages of “Look for the girls in the chests of the father’s sisters” and “like mother, like daughter”.

Mother-nature remains consistent !

The pathetic side of modernity is still brainwashing young ladies with YOLO and careerism, yet mother-nature’s design for them is motherhood. That pathetic side is trying to blind the biases of fate: immigration and ease of communication to counter circumstances, dumb open-mindedness to challenge inheritance and feminism to oppose the genepool.

Again, never challenge mother-nature!

Humanity owes its survival to the alpha female’s flair for its preservation and advancement, otherwise imagine how many more ‘neandarthals’ would be walking around.

Let’s skin the cat differently.

Fallen angels are Angels in the first place: Loving, caring and benevolent. After the Fall, they usually wear abominable armors to protect their broken spirits and bodies.

However, they are also Fallen Angels, and time is taking its sweet time building them up!

When a Fallen Angel is triangulated many times but remains resilient with positive outlook, we have a potential beast on our hands, yet a wounded one.

The real challenge is seeing the Angel beyond the ugly wounds, the juice in the patchy scales of the pineppale and the sweetness within the rough edges.

Even if the randomness of fate, triangulate you with them at the table, they usually shut you -and everyone- out and go into ‘monk mode’ until they heal.

But what if they open up?

That’s a tricky hand! The randomness of fate forces you to make a call:

  • Be compassionate: You can balm their wounds, help them heal, and you have a ‘beast’ by your side, whether grateful (hero) or ungrateful(villain) is solely dependent on their ethical baggage;
  • Be rational: Give them a ‘Coup de grâce’, the actual bullet between the eyes!
  • Be arrogant: ‘Sprinkle salt’ in their wounds and brag that you challenged the beast, and made it suffer, for free.

Flashnews: Don’t you ever sprinkle salt in their wounds!

If they trusted you enough with their vulnerabilities and bathed you in the sweetness of their juice, don’t take them for granted or disabuse them, they will show you their dark side and kick you out until they heal. Then, they will be coming for you again and again until they settle the score or death adjourns it.

Tip, run and make peace, cause if they terrified you at their weakest, you can’t imagine what happens next if you keep the red die cast on your fur.

To sum it up, randomness is the dealer at the table of mother-nature in the game of fate. Yet randomness is biased by history, geography and biology. When those biases triangulate is when the table is set and you have to either raise, match or fold.

Every adult human being is a Fallen Angel and good at the very core. The more Angels fall and get back up to sit on the table, the more beastly their spirit gets; a ‘good’ beast or a ‘bad’ beast depends on the ethics and morals they inherited.

Being triangulated with a wounded beast is the trickiest call you will ever have to make, this is when you either make an ally for life or an enemy for life.

Whatever your call, Mother-nature has her ways and the randomness of fate will triangulate you with that ‘beast’ sooner than you think.

Contemplate the statue of Sant’Angelo in Rome !

Finally, food for thought for the creative: exhibit K turned down the advances of exhibit D’s father due to obvious Genepool related reasons. Fate’s randomness deals the cards, and (consequence of ancestors’s decision) exhibit A meets exhibit D.

The triangulation-the curse- of History, Geography and Biology.

Add a bit of additional spice to it: Exhibit A is a wounded beast who trusted exhibit D and exhibit D sprinkled salt in the wounds while showing off how ‘cheap’ the juice was.