We’re the lucky ones…

Richard Dawkins reads from his book ‘Unweaving the Rainbow’

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.”

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Aside from withholding a wisecrack concerning Dawkins as anti-birth control, I herewith provide a futurist scenario, in which the task of earth humans will be to populate large galactic districts, by conserving samples from every ejaculation (all males required to provide one sample periodically, the time frame yet to be determined), while every female will be required to provide her monthly egg(s) to a collection station (unauthorized waste disposal a criminal offense just shy of murder). The incubation industry, of course, will have been established in a post capitalist economy, and will be a major component of the colonization program. For clarification here, the humor ended with my Dawkins wisecrack. The promulgation of humanity is a serious idea; we’ve no inkling of the potential that may exist for a hymenopteric universe, and “heaven forbid” that there are at this very moment strange hivelike establishments, with brilliant overseers guiding their programs, ready to fill the space gaps. Or, we may find that their sense of compassion exceeds our own, and that a blending of phenotypes may be in order. In which case, the great future Keats may carry antennae on his/her head.