Smells like Lysenkoism.
You can say that, but there is a vast world of mystery out there. I can’t explain how birds fly in a flock huddled that closely and are not bumping into each other. Fish can do the same thing. There is some kind of force that seems to direct them. Some argue this is morphic resonance, a tapping into some collective memories of a shared field. That aside, when you said it smells like Iysenkoism, I thought you were making a clever reference to Nirvana’s song Smells Like Teen Spirit. I was eagerly awaiting to see the connection.