I have chosen to take half a month off my reviewing schedule in order to render heartfelt thanks and further suggestions to my colleague, Myles na Gopaleen, Jr., who has changed my status from ash-with-a-remembrance-of-books-past to ash-with-greater-potential. It was courtesy of the work of his think tank, the renowned Myles Junior Think Tank (MJTT), that I was able to attend, see, hear, and review a concert consisting largely of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony (Opus 125). It will also be courtesy of same that I will be able to attend and view other concerts, films, and plays of the contemporary world.
In the sweet phrase of our editor, I have been “semi-resurrected.”
Having come so far, however, I crave more. While I cannot possibly doubt that the human spirit lives on after the body has “slipped over the Western cataract,” as late great Wallace Stevens so admirably put it, I believe that that body can be fully resurrected. If “semi” is possible, I reason, “fully” cannot be far behind.
This belief is based, not on the Bible I continue to venerate, but on the successful application of scientific intelligence to the problems of life. If the MJTT can fix up a bottle-shaped urn with failing faculties in less than ten days, what is to prevent it from completing the task by restoring the full panoply of its potentialities?
The living, I am certain, cannot imagine the humiliation one feels when waddling into a public place equipped with robotic features that only resemble legs, arms, fingers, eyes, ears, and the rest—and without the benefit of the clothing that distinguishes cultured societies from the hunting and fishing clans that once dotted our planet!
One would almost prefer to attend such public events in an invisible state.
Myles, my dear friend and colleague, finish the job. I request this, not for my own sake, but for the sake of the billions who will otherwise suffer the fate of the grave or the urn. Leave aside the problem of the shrinking planet; resurrect those who sense a slight discomfort in their post-life domiciles. If you can solve the energy problem by filching half the moons of Jupiter, setting them in orbit around Earth, covering them with tinfoil, you can make at least some of us immortal and with no sense of humiliation.
I hear you ask, what about the problem of over-population? I answer: send the excess of human beings to those moons.
You have thought big and brave thoughts. It is now time to think bigger and braver ones.