Life, Death, and Spark-Tending

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My new coffee mug's art on the side is a thing of retro-futuristic beauty -- part steampunk, part Bradbury, maybe.  There is an art deco scene of a mad scientist's lab, including a robot and assorted glowing objects and tools and scattered projects -- shelves filled with curious and intriguing things.

Above that widescreen-band of art, above:  "Certifiable Mad Genius."  Below the art, in a smaller font:  "I have a death ray, and I know how to use it."

The mug is good as a standalone item.  The mug also makes me think of a cartoon I have pinned on a battered cork board.  It's an old, yellowing, dog-earred clipping, from a New Yorker magazine, as I remember, a cartoon by Charles Addams -- yes, that Charles Addams.  The setting is in an office building, in a patent attorney's office, in perhaps the 1890s.  Out the window, we see other buildings -- enough to realize the office is on the third floor, say.

Two men are in the office, both dressed in old-fashioned suits. The inventor of an Buck-Rogers-looking item is present, hat in hand.  The patent attorney has the item in both hands.  It is plugged into an electrical outlet.  The attorney has the object out an open window, pointed down to street level.  The attorney is saying, in the caption, "Death ray, fiddlesticks!  Why, it doesn't even slow them up!"

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This is a conversation starter, an opening gambit for friends to use as a springboard into discussions of philosophy, religion, morality, the corruption power brings, and so on.

It covers hundreds of short stories, novels, teevee programs and movies, in one form or another.  Before you condemn me for posing such a question, I would ask you to please understand the reason for my asking:

We humans talk a good game about the sanctity of human life.  Such lip service speaks of our higher ideals.  The higher ideals are almost never put into practice, except by those whose goal it is -- whose job it is -- to touch someone directly, and, through their actions, to actually save a life, reduce some suffering, help bring food or water to an individual in need.

We speak of the special nature of human life, self-awareness, the rareness of our existence on this planet.  Then, we instantly cheapen it by doing what we do best:  killing each other.

Oh, sure, we could have put everyone in the country through college, for free, based on just one year's expenditure for war in Afghanistan, at its peak.  But war was more important.

We could have given all homeowners -- homebuyers, really -- a gift of their mortgages via direct purchase, but we decided to use that money instead, to bail out the banks and loan companies and insurance companies who triggered the mortgage meltdown in the first place.

Some pour endless energy and millions of dollars into trying to stop abortions, on the one hand, while, on the other hand, they do all they can to shred every support system and service normally used to help those same children, after they are born.

We say nothing is more valuable than a human life, and our actions demonstrate that a human life is the cheapest thing there is.  We say it in our policies all the time, and to ourselves, and to other individuals, to other countries.

It's important to find stable energy sources, we say.  Then, we ignore the science and evidence that shows us we are killing all life on this planet, via fossil fuel use.  But, we keep using the fossil fuels we know -- know -- are slowly smothering all life on this one rare world.  There is never any outcry about this from the people with that same book, the book saying we humans are charged to be good stewards of this Earth.

And so forth.

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The atomic bombs were an outgrowth of our respect to American lives, and to giving up as few Amercan lives as possible, via taking as many kinds of Non-American lives as possible.

This has been true for some time now.  It is certainly true today, at a time when we remember the time when humans had such clever devices, and such little wisdom they were used by one group of humans against another group of humans.

We are very good at forgetting our global samenesses, and so easily dismissing our membership in the worldwide tribe of humanity, over and over again, having been made to believe that one tribe is different from another, monstrous, even -- as if the other tribe does not need food, water, air, shelter, clothing, the need to provide for their families, just as we do.

We would do well to remember to tend the spark of life with our service and actions, and not simply nodding at it with the action and service of our lips.  And with our fears.

We once did such remarkable, from-scratch things here, in one nation, to service death.  What could all our nations do, with pooled efforts, in the service of life, instead, where all share from combined effort and cooperation?  I think about this, looking at that coffee mug.

What we do, or do not do, right now, today, loudly shouts much about us and what we believe to be really important.  It is more telling than the conversational gambit of a death box softly asked.

You might remember our extraordinary human precautions were taken there, by experts, and how easily those precautions were overwhelmed, and how it was the cascading horror stories were triggered, causing the emergency evacuation of 160,000 human lives.

Some small steps on refocusing our gaze and attention have been taken,  For example, we think so highly of this thing called Life, that we keep going looking around for it elsewhere in the universe, to see if any more of it is around.

If we never find intelligent, self-aware life someplace else, it will be sad for us.  It will mean we really are all alone.  But it will also remind us how special Life really is -- and it may then remind us to treat human life far better than we have so far.

However, if we DO find intelligent, self-aware life elsewhere,  there is good news and bad.  We will not be all alone, but it will jump-start the old business we cannot seem to shake here on Earth, not after many millennia:  Us versus Them.  My Tribe versus Your Tribe.  Fear.  Suspicion.

Maybe it would be good if we started practicing that soul-searching right now, trying to make the actions match the sentiment, and trying to make human life as special as we always say it is.

Hiroshima, Nagaskai, Fukushima:  Sometimes, opportunities to be guardians of the spark of life come in strange disguises.  But no stranger than a mysterious box with settings and dials.  No stranger than a fat bomb with big fins.  No stranger than a coffee mug proclaiming advanced energy technology, like a Death Ray.

Now, we just need a Life Ray, to help us fan that special spark we always say is so incredible, so special, and so very important.

 


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Full disclosure:  Free mug plug for someone I truly do not know, have no connection to, nor have any relationship with:  http://www.zazzle.com/certifiable_mad_genius_mug-168731435756577609

MAD:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutual_assured_destruction

Hiroshima:  http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-33792789

Hiroshima and Nagasaki:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atomic_bombings_of_Hiroshima_and_Nagasaki

Restart:  http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2015-08-05/japan-heads-toward-nuclear-unknown-with-post-fukushima-restarts