This is not a literary discussion but a question that arises in my mind about the extra "stuff" that makes us humans.
Having just read "Hard Times" by Charles Dickens http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/786
one of the major characters is a man of reason called Gradgrind, who believes that facts and figures are solely what is required to turn out a well-rounded individual who has reasoning capacities.
One of his quotes is as follows:
Towards the end of this proto-Socialist exposition, Gradgrind gets a tough reminder that humans cannot live on facts alone by his own daughter whose life has been ruined by parental insistence on pure reason:
Don't species have other priorities, for example, survival, rather than wasting time with all this other extraneous human stuff?
The question is, why did Natural Selection (and Genetic Drift) not cause humans just to function in a reasoned self interest in the same way as a robot?
Why do we have feelings of love, of empathy, of compassion of being upset, being happy, being blue?
Don't species have other priorities, for example, survival, rather than wasting time with all this other extraneous human stuff?