Honey, I Shrunk the Future

I feel sad today. We have entered the new year of 2009, but our human brains seem left behind somewhere in the Backwaterthal (also known as Bawahtempurungthal) era, the time where soft cells within the cranial abyss of the homo bodohcus behaved like millions of individual microcellular organisms co-existing in a water droplet, banging against each other, creating heat and lots of animosity. But no substantial useful by-product. No myelin-sheathed neurons with synapses, just a lot of moronic relapses. No great thoughts and plans, just bland hot air with no fans.

I'm talking about us humans ripping out each others lives, fighting for "justice", blowing up people en masse in the name of "self-defense", fighting for strips of land the way greedy kids do over sour worm gummies. Charles Darwin might wonder if his Theory has become its own monster. Is it really the law of natural selection in place here; are we eliminating the weak and ensuring the proliferation of stronger, better gene pools amongst the homo bodohcus of the future?

At least think about this - if you have planned, ordered, approved of, delighted in or participated in or were ever happy to be part of the killing of another human being, do you think you really have done yourself, your offspring and your descendants a favour? How sure are you that that person is not someone who may have held the key to the survival of your future? What if you Kill Bill, but your ancestral lineage carried a horrible disease whose cure could have been found by Bill had he lived beyond the death you dealt him? What if you Slice Bryce, denying him the chance to be the most effective world leader in history? Effective in my context, that is to say able to stop wars from breaking out between countries, thus preventing the obliteration of your family. What if you Murder Myrtle, thus preventing the birth of the next Mother Theresa or Gandhi. Subsequently denying the world an icon of peace, humility and love. Millions will never know peace, humility and love the way it should be known. I suspect this has already happened, and that the current world leaders are all part of these millions of human beings flying around the world, talking rubbish, smiling a lot and spending billions on smart suits, speech-writers and weapons to kill human beings other than themselves.

Blame my crazed ranting on the front page of today's newspaper. The image of little children's bodies lined up side by side, dead from tank shells battering Gaza. Three little children. The eldest child had spindly legs and a cherubic face that made me wonder if his cheeks dimpled when he smiled. I will never know. Neither will you. They had perfectly-curled eyelashes, that no eyelash curler may ever bestow upon mine. The one on the far right had lovely rosebud lips, frozen in death. When I try to kiss the corner of Rohan's cute soft mouth where his chubby cheek starts, his hot-breathed "You gowawayeeee!!" smells sweet and milky. Rosebud Lips Child possibly would have reacted in the same way, and I think her breath would smell like milk too. But we will never know. The child in the middle was the smallest. Even in oversized blue pants, I can tell that his legs must be pudgy and chubby, cute and cuddly. But what is the use, they will never grow anymore.

Cute and all that, but think, think THINK again. Because we never do enough of it. Think about whether one of those three children held the key to our future. What if we have already destroyed the people who could have improved our future? We, the greedy, backwater people of today, who make money from every rocket launched, every bullet sold. We, who need to be in power, to control the world economy, to be in the limelight, to own it, along with the sunlight, and the land. The Land. We need to own whatever it takes to be happy. To live comfortably. But what does that mean? If you rule the Whole World, and own all its riches, will you be happy? What about half; share half with another crazy human. Okay you get a litttttle more than half, and other crazy guy gets a litttttle less than half. Now will you be happy? No? Still want more??

What do we want? Do we know? Do we care what others want? Do we care at all about others? Do we care about the world we live in? Really? How about the world that others live in? Its the same world, but you want the better part, leaving the worse parts to others, right?? You want the parts that have petroleum and diamonds; the rest of the sorry humans can take the desert.

Do we care about our future? Really? But... like I said earlier, we may already have destroyed it.... we've killed human beings... are we like, Mother Nature? Do we have the right to selectively remove other living creatures from this world? (bytheway, the rumour is that Mother Nature doesn't "select") You think we do? And you also think that it ensures a better life? For whom... for everyone? What about those who love the people that you killed, are their lives better too??

Do we want justice? Really? Do we want it for everyone, or just ourselves? Is justice served if we kill others? How about if we kill those who were not directly responsible for the injustice to us? Is justice served? To whom?? Are we still thinking here??

Do we think about how we can share this world with others? Others as in everyone, not just those whom we like. What about those we dislike? Are they unimportant and not worthy of our "sharing" because they aren't cool? Are these the values we teach our children? Our offspring. Who will go into a future made uncertain no thanks to the tweaking-of-the-future we have done for today. Great job there, destroying our future. Thanks a lot, ancestors. Thanks a lot, leaders. With brains from the past.