Tief und Langsam, Baby!

By Dorothy Parker (via Entro, thanks for that)

Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend—
Bed awaits me at the end.

Though I go in pride and strength,
I’ll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I’m bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall—
I’m a fool to rise at all!

You’re abducted and anesthetized. While you’re in wonderland, marvelling at the more pleasant effects of certain drugs, somebody removes one of your organs and dumps you on the street, not far from a hospital (at least). You’re picked up quickly enough so that the hospital can stabilize you for the time being. Doctors estimate they’ll be able to keep you alive for a couple of weeks, or months perhaps. If you’re lucky, maybe someone will donate you a replacement organ, but oh boy, you know how it goes with immunoresistance matters. During day two of your misery, police show up at your bed and inform you that the evildoer has been caught. Unfortunately, you are informed, your organ was already used to save somebody else’s life, a friend of the surgeon’s who had stolen it.

This situation faces you with a dilemma: assuming that is at all possible, do you demand your organ back — thus condemning the unknown receiver to death? Or do you accept faith, which equals the untimely termination of your own existence?

The immediate response to this question might be that anything should be done to reverse the original transplantation and return the organ to its rightful owner. But hold it! Have you ever considered how to define humanity? A better time for doing so might not present itself easily. And after all, aren’t us humans an enlightened people? And would not demanding the return of the organ be most unkosher; definitely be bad karma?

Now consider this: the highest form of enlightenment is death.

Es gibt genau zwei Arten von Menschen: diejenigen, die alle anderen Menschen in zwei Arten aufteilen, und diejenigen die es nicht tun.

Wollte ich nur kurz loswerden. Ich selbst gehöre natürlich zu einer der 10 Arten von Menschen, die Binärcode lesen können