Customer: Hi, I’m a loser.
Surgeon: Yes, well we can certainly fix that for you! Let’s see..a little extra drive inserted HERE, maybe some liposuction for those extra kilos of procrastination around the cerebellum, a bit of lift and tuck in the intelligence department and I think I can guarantee you much better results in the ‘life success’ area in future, Mr Smith!
See anything wrong with that scenario? I can’t say I do. I mean, it’s only what’s supposed to happen at self-development seminars, only more..direct.
If we could make our minds AND our bodies more beautiful, who would stay the same? Wouldn’t we all want to be better people – I mean REALLY better? Fitter, healthier, cleverer, kinder, wiser, handsomer.
Suppose it was easy. Suppose you just went to the appropriate professional and took the right pills and there you go, a better you, in seconds. You used to have to SUFFER for that kind of result. You used to have to live, struggle, study, try. But now (I mean, let’s say in 20 years), it’s just handed to you on a plate. Pretty much the way your humanity is now, come to think of it. After all, you could have been an ant, and the fact that you aren’t, is no credit to you! At least, unless you’re Buddhist or Hindu, that is.
Of course, there’d be people who would never be satisfied, no matter how good they became. They’d just keep coming back again and again, wanting to become better, and better. Every time they looked at themselves, they’d see another flaw requiring correction. Maybe they’d be kind – but not as kind as Mother Theresa. Placid, but not quite as placid as the Dalai Lama. Because perfection, like truth, is something you can only strive for, never arrive at.
Actually there’s a story about that, it’s called the Fisherman’s Wife. One day, the Fisherman is fishing, as they do, and he catches a talking fish with mysterious powers. ‘Let me go’ says the fish, ‘and you can have anything’. ‘Alright’, says the fisherman, ‘How about a nice new hut.’
Well, he goes home, and there’s his nice new hut. But when he explains to his wife how it was they CAME by that nice new hut, the wife says ‘Idiot! Moron! He says he’ll give you ANYTHING and all you can ask for is a hut!!’. So the guy goes back and asks for a palace. The wife’s happy – for about a week – but then she thinks, hey, a measly old palace! We could have an apartment complex in Rio!’. And so on and so forth, until finally the fisherman ends up sitting in the Vatican, having become Pope (and his wife, well, I guess she’s the first Popess).
Anyway the wife’s STILL not satisfied. ‘GOD is bigger than the Pope,’ she says. ‘Go back and tell that fish I want to be God’. So he goes back and asks the fish – who promptly returns them right back to the hut where they started. A lesson in KNOWING WHEN TO STOP!