Only a few people care, the rest are just curious.
Only a few people care, the rest are just curious.
Descent of Species
In the afterlife, you are treated to a generous opportunity: you can choose whatever you would like to be in the next life. Would you like to be a member of the opposite sex? Born into royalty? A philosopher with bottomless profundity? A soldier facing triumphant battles?
But perhaps you’ve just returned here from a hard life. Perhaps you were tortured by the enormity of the decisions and responsibilities that surrounded you, and now there’s only one thing you yearn for: simplicity. That’s permissible. So for the next round, you choose to be a horse. You covet the bliss of that simple life: afternoons of grazing in grassy fields, the handsome angles of your skeleton and the prominence of your muscles, the peace of the slow-flicking tail or the steam rifling through your nostrils as you lope across snow-blanketed plains.
You announce your decision. Incantations are muttered, a wand is waved, and your body begins to metamorphose into a horse. Your muscles start to bulge; a mat of strong hair erupts to cover you like a comfortable blanket in winter. The thickening and lengthening of your neck immediately feels normal as it comes about. Your carotid arteries grow in diameter, your fingers blend hoofward, your knees stiffen, your hips strengthen, and meanwhile, as your skull lengthens into its new shape, your brain races in its changes: your cortex retreats as your cerebellum grows, the homunculus melts man to horse, neurons redirect, synapses unplug and replug on their way to equestrian patterns, and your dream of understanding what it is like to be a horse gallops toward you from the distance. Your concern about human affairs begins to slip away, your cynicism about human behavior melts, and even your human way of thinking begins to drift away from you.
Suddenly, for just a moment, you are aware of the problem you overlooked. The more you become a horse, the more you forget the original wish. You forget what it was like to be a human wondering what it was like to be a horse.
This moment of lucidity does not last long. But it serves as the punishment for your sins, a Promethean entrails-pecking moment, crouching half-horse halfman, with the knowledge that you cannot appreciate the destination without knowing the starting point; you cannot revel in the simplicity unless you remember the alternatives. And that’s not the worst of your revelation. You realize that the next time you return here, with your thick horse brain, you won’t have the capacity to ask to become a human again. You won’t understand what a human is. Your choice to slide down the intelligence ladder is irreversible. And just before you lose your final human faculties, you painfully ponder what magnificent extraterrestrial creature, enthralled with the idea of finding a simpler life, chose in the last round to become a human.
An excerpt from the book SUM by David Eagleman
Sweet dreams dusty world… ❤
I don’t know much, mon Amour,
But I know this, you are who you choose to be,
And whoever you choose to be, comes with a price.
How beautiful is this poem! Truly empowering words 🙂
When I say “no”
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.
It means I offer you a wall.
I hear you scream
For the wall to disappear
And somewhere my heart hears you
And cries with you.
But as my “no” comes
From a true place of Heart
I will find the courage
To keep this wall strong for you.
And I will pray
That you see it
As an opportunity
As a springboard.
Push it, test it
As much as you want
I will be on the other side
Keeping this wall strong for you
Until you find
The courage and faith
To turn your back to the wall
And find another way
Your luminous and unique way.
And it is because
I know you can find it
That I will wait for you
Somewhere on your new road.
So we can connect again
Way more strong and wise
Even if it is in silence
Only from heart to heart.
Dear one, when I say “no”
It is my way to say:
I want to love you
So much more.
‘Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.’
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