One of my co-workers went into labour, the other day. Then, after she left, someone else went into the old, "miracle of birth" stuff.
Yeah? Well, I've helped bring life into this world--not human life, of course, just cats and dogs. Attending a birthing can truly be a wonder and a joy--and, sometimes, sorrow--and a also lot of worry...but a miracle? I think that's giving us humans far too much credit, personally.
We just...are. There's no miracle about it. It's just life--something alive is born, lives, dies. It's a cycle, that's all.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote: "Man is a god in ruins." Okay, so, a man can contribute to birth and death, but surely, so does womankind, from time to time. And, what makes a "man?" It's ain't just the equipment downstairs--even a male hamster has one of those, and he's no more a "man" than I am. Is it pride, honour, courage, compassion, dignity, strength? A combination of these? Or none?
Beats me.
Thing is, deep down, there's nothing really special about us--no more than there is with the growing of the grass, the setting of the sun--it's just the world, and the way the world is. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Despite all of our "progress," we are not so different now, than we were thousands of years ago.
Oh, Nancy's being just a tad cynical, today, I'm afraid. So sue me. that's just the way I feel.
Our "Trojan Horse" was "Weapons of Mass Destruction."
