We like our kitchen knives to be dull and ineffective, that
upon some momentary error in judgment, the damage to ourselves shall be
minimal. This thought process, of
course, is not restricted to the kitchen; for we also keep our power mower at
such a height the blades will completely miss our toes, should we inadvertently
run across our foot.
For years
the human race has endeavored to enhance various aspects of
self-preservation. We build houses sheltering
us from the elements, while maintaining control over our personal
environment. We design footwear allowing
us to traverse a great variety of surfaces at varying temperatures, without
consequence. We construct great ships
that we might float without effort to distant shores, keeping predators with
sharp teeth and insatiable appetites at a safe distance.
We are
truly an ingenious lot, creating germ-killing soaps; Fluoride enhanced tooth
paste, ouchless band aids, and hard hats.
We measure the quality of our lives; count our change and dress to fit
in.
Our ability
to reason leads us to rationalize that those in charge are good and pure of
heart, keeping our best interest at the foreground of their decisions. To aid in their task, they tax us beyond all
comprehension, leaving them with wealth enough to sustain their livelihood to
the grave and to rebuild that which they themselves have bombed.
We like our
lives to be dull and ineffective, that upon some future judgment, we can stand
back and blame society, as if we were simply an observer, rather than
participant; hoping to keep the damage to ourselves minimal.
Conceivably, we are the blemishes, the damage
having been done long before we were born. (Those of God’s creations that didn’t pop out
of the mold as intended) Not wishing to
simply toss us asunder, he has set us here upon Earth, a sort of galactic Big
Lot; a warehouse filled with discounted humans. Some with a screw loose, some
not wired correctly, many simply not wrapped real tight, but knowing, of
course, we still have feelings, he has placed us here using the buddy system,
leaving us absent of the ability to imagine endlessness, or to identify the
true origin of life.
The
consequence of having identified this blemish theory somewhat dampens the
enthusiasm for self preservation, and having now said it aloud, has caused my
buddy to wander off in search of a new companion.
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