Writing this down before it all goes away.
Very hesitant to post this. Here it goes.
Abby: Teacher Mac and Teacher Jen want to have twins.
Hannah: There should be a sort of pregnancy belt that has options for babies. Like, there’s a dial on the belt, and you can choose to give birth to a girl, or a boy, or twins, and have traits that are based on the available genes from the parents.
Dad: You should write a story about that.
Abby: Wasn’t Kira like that?
Hannah: Kira, Gundam Seed? Yeah. Coordinators, except they’re programmed to able able to go into SEED mode, etc. etc.
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Hannah is now washing the dishes. Here is her train of thought.
Hannah: *thinking* Pregnancy belt.
No, instead of the pregnancy belt, scientists should invent a pill that dictates how DNA strands connect to form the correct alleles producing the desired trait. The mother has to take the pills regularly to assure a positive result.
If this becomes possible, humans will have gained control over what is supposedly a predestined result. Will parents be able to say to their children, “God planned you before you were born!” ?
God. We attribute the random things in life to God. We call them random because they cannot be explained by any pattern, cannot be pieced together to form an explanation that the human mind can fathom.
Like nature. Nature spawned from random atoms clustering together, etc. etc, forming giant Acacia trees and cells and human beings and dogs and rats and horses and Bill Murray.
Drift back to Tuesday this week.
Lunch with Cy.
I asked him what exactly he believed in. He said,
not an agnostic, but I believe God is a mechanism. a mechanism that lies behind things humans can’t explain, like nature.
Now that I think about it, his view sort of makes sense. Who determines what babies look like when they are born? Who made the particles collide and birthed this planet into the universe? A mechanism, there is some sense to the randomness, perhaps. Probability has something to do with it. The fabric of the universe.
Then, now, humans gave that mechanism a name because they couldn’t explain it any better, made it a being, personified it somehow. Called it Him. If nobody believed in God, would he exist?
Or what if humans never thought of naming that mechanism anything? It’d continue to be there, constantly creating, controlling the variables, making things happen, but everything looks random and scattered and everything looks like chance, to us.
Ah, the randomness in creation.
So, some people have it easy, others have to work hard, others are dying, and all this is caused by circumstance, which is caused by birth, which is caused by? God, the mechanism? So we can’t really blame anyone but God/the mechanism.
We could wait to watch where it would go. We can control small things, decisions, who we marry, why. Toss a coin and fall in love with the next person who walks into the room.
Mind-skip.
Conditioning. You see things only if you’re conditioned to do so. Artists see shapes in random lines smushed together because..I don’t know, they just do. A rock is beaten into shape by erosion, constant chipping, People are beaten into shape, minds are molded, but by other people
Or by a book. D:
I have finished washing the dishes.
