Sometimes I think I'm so smart. I take
such pleasure in my ideas. Doesn't matter what the subject is,
except physics – I understand relativity, get excited about it, and
then I can't remember exactly how it goes. But other things? I'm a
bear for my own ideas.
So, when I had my prostate laser
vaporization surgery on February 9 and had to recover from that, it
led me to thinking about the urogenital system, and the double-duty
that the name implies. Some smartasses had suggested that God made
an error in designing the body, putting the excrementary system too
close to the recreational system. Take the penis: if it's erect,
it's in recreational mode, and the pee system shuts off automatically
– try to pee when you're erect and you will find it pretty much
impossible. It's an on-off instrument, one unit employed for dual
usage.
But if you think about it, what's the
alternative? What would you do with two penises, one for recreation
and one for peeing? The engineer would be rightly condemned. So I
was thinking that the critics, the smartasses, who maybe had the
female anatomy in mind instead of the male anatomy for their
criticism – what would they suggest instead? And this doesn't
include the amazing system of ontogeny, how the male and female
system develop in a very similar way, with just some adjustments made
under hormonal influence, to produce the two systems that then fit
together so neatly.
So, as I said, I relish ideas, and
reflected on the system as I recovered from the vaporization,
necessary because of what I have declared a condition of “too much
man,” I thought about how neat it was to have designed a dual use
system. But I stopped there.
And then I turned to the book on my
bedside table and took up my French reading, which is part of my
project to learn French beyond the level I achieved to pass my
undergraduate foreign language requirement. I'm reading Guy de
Maupassant, the 19th century short story writer who is
well represented in the dual language books, among them “My Uncle
Jules and other stories.” Among the stories is “L'inutil Beuté,
” or “Wasted Beauty.”
And amazingly, just as I was thinking about double-duty engineering,
here is what I found. It's a long paragraph, an intellectual
discussion between two cutouts to give Maupassant a platform to
discuss some of his ideas. Here is the paragraph in full:
“Yes,
but I say that Nature is our enemy, that we must always fight against
Nature, because it always reduces us to animality. All that's clean,
lovely, elegant, and ideal in the world was not put there by God, but
by man, by the human brain. It's we who have introduced into
creation – by singing of it, by interpreting it, by admiring it as
poets, but idealizing it as artists, by explaining it as scientists
who make mistakes but find ingenious reasons for its phenomena – a
little grace, beauty, unknown charm, and mystery. God created only
coarse beings, full of the germs of disease, who, after a few years
of flourishing like beasts, grow old and infirm, with all the
ugliness and impotence of human decrepitude. It seems that he made
them only to reproduce themselves filthily and then die just like
mayflies on a summer evening. I said, 'to reproduce themselves
filthily,' and I emphasize it. In fact, what is more vile, more
repugnant than that excremental, ridiculous act of reproduction,
which revolts every delicate soul and always will? Since
every organ invented by that thrifty, malevolent creator has a double
use, why didn't he choose others that weren't unclean and besmirched,
to which to entrust that sacred mission, the noblest and most
exalting of human functions? The mouth, which nourishes the body with
physical food, also disseminates words and thoughts. The flesh is
renewed by it and, at the same time, ideas are communicated by it.
Our inhalation, which brings the air of life to the lungs, also gives
the brain every scent in the world: the fragrance of flowers,
forests, trees, the sea. The ear, which lets us communicate with our
fellows, has also allowed us to invent music, to create dreams,
happiness, infinity, and even physical pleasure with tones!
But you'd say that the Creator, sly and cynical, wanted to forbid
man ever to ennoble, beautify, and idealize his encounter with woman.
And yet, man has discovered love, and that's not bad as a retort to
that mocking God, and he has adorned it so finely with literary
poetry that woman often forges what physical contacts she is forced
to make. Those among us who are powerless to deceive themselves by
their own enthusiasm, have invented vice and refined upon debauchery,
which is yet another way of hoodwinking God and paying homage, a
shameless homage, to beauty.”
OK,
so I like my own ideas. But I stand in awe of a really superior
intelligence, even though (and maybe especially) I'm not sure I
understand all of it.
Wowsers!
Budd
Shenkin
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