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Son of man: Margin for freedom, (February 25, 2009)

            Half a century ago, heredity defined to great extent every individual.  Every one of us is the product of long lines of successive unions and yet the probability of identical persons is nil among the billions upon billions of human kinds that roamed earth. Every person that dies is never replaced and his unique set of characteristics is gone for ever.  Maybe our margin for developing certain characteristics is limited; and though what could be modified a little by nature, environment, social conditions, and personal struggle will have an impact in defining future generations, over long period.

            We have always attributed our reality to act of God, His will, our Destiny; we have been sons of God until recently.  Research and technology is altering many genomes for a healthier man, even before he is born, even when he is a fetus, even by sorting out and selecting one among the many embryos to re-insert in the mother’s uterus.  Man has started to affect genetically future generations.  God is no longer the sole and exclusive owner of man. 

Man is becoming part owner, though with a tiny share so far.  As long as man is not able to tamper with the brain on a large scale, the “God” of the various religious clerics will still have the bigger share to man.  When you partially own a person, then you are responsible for the whole entity.  We tended to let God off the hook for too long. 

If man has to be taken to court for wrong doing or designing and manufacturing defective products, then it is about time that God be taken to court after each war, each genocide, each apartheid systems perpetrating actions of suffering and humiliation to mankind.

We have always attributed to God all the good values, even the immoral values in our daily realities.  The attributes that we didn’t appreciate in God, we have tried hard to interpret them in a lenient manner.  If God exists, and he should exist, then God has to be taken to the International Tribunal for crimes against humanity. 

That is the margin of liberty that we still own; to study, read, reflect, have our own opinions, take hold of our personal responsibilities, and act accordingly.  When a person denies his own share of responsibility and stop reflecting and studying, then all he does is but wind.  I have published many “poems” and I selected two that might be representative of this article.

I Say

 

I say, every one must have his identity:

           Death has forced on us the I.

I say, what exists must be discovered:

           Death impressed on us to know.

I say, every feeling must be experienced:

           Death created stages for us to grow.

I say, there must be a meaning to life:

           Death did not leave us a choice in that.

 

 

A Gentle Touch*

 

Prettier than white dust

            You shall never be.

Uglier than a skeleton

            You can never be.

Toward the scared souls, scared of death,

            Scared in living,

Let your stretched hand

            Be gentler, your voice softer.

“Metaphysique des tubes” by Amelie Nothomb, (Started November 30, 2008)

God needed exactly two years to express his wrath. 

During that time of gestation outside of the uterus, God was a Plant.  Worse, God was a Tube: food was entered in a mouth and then excreted.

The large green-gray eyes were focused on nothing; the eyes never expressed any sign of a desire in selecting a particular object, which means to refuse other objects for a specific one.

The plant/tube was content of his total inertia.  The “parents” tried once to raise it and made its tiny fingers grab the bar of the crib; the body fell unaffected and lay contented.

Nothing would move that “thing” and shake the child out of her “pathological lethargy“.

One day, God got mad.

Anger, the magnitude of the universe, made God roar, shout and gesticulate 22 hours a day for 6 months.

An accident might have disturbed his lethargic brain and the gates of hell got loose-opened.

The serene large eyes developed pupils darker than volcanic ashes, and more incandescent.

The parents were nostalgic of these years of serenity and blessings in disguise. The mother gave up holding the angry God: God would box her like the devil.

God is all-powerful and capable of anything, but he could not name things as the other “creatures” do, effortlessly and elegantly uttered them.

God got angrier and angrier at his helplessness and barely could sleep or let others sleep.

The grand day came; grand mother finally decided to travel from Belgium to Japan to see her third grandchild of an angry girl.  She entered the monster’s lair.

God had decided to bite the finger of the new visitor as soon as she approaches any kinds of fingers. Curiously, at the end of the fingers dangled a Belgian white chocolate.

The God/Monster had a bite of the chocolate and discovered voluptuousness.  God defined the new discovery as: Voluptuousness is “I”; I am “voluptuousness”.

The grandmother carried victoriously the born-again God, happily cuddled in her arms; she would not divulge her demonizing secret.

After two and a half years of gestation, God was alive, in motion, and out of her potent inertia.  Amelie’s long-lasting love for any thing with heavy sugar content started…

This is the most hilarious book that I have read so far and the most intelligent.  I would love to translate it in English word for word but I need money too.


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