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10 June 2008 @ 10:47 pm
Theatrical Muse: Week 234: Question 234  
Name: Dr. Sid Hammerback

Fandom: CSI: New York

Word Count: 681


Utopia.


In the past, humans, as a collected together race, can be considered to have been closer to utopia then we are now. We were meant to have been more in tune with nature, more closer to religion and happiness, and with a lesser or erased need to fight or create war. Because we were meant to have been simpler, we were meant to have been more perfect, closer to a, nowadays, seemingly unreal state of perfection. Now, we think on times of the past as our own personal utopia, our own, slightly altered sense of perfection, because we are after all, remembering the memory, the fragment of time long gone, not experiencing it.

Utopia is meant to be an unrealistic state of perfection, and eutopia is well, the same, except it is real, a realistic thing, something that could happen. Utopia is the more often used word, though, because we thrive on thinking that we can make the impossible possible, and hell, sometimes, as an intelligent race, we do just that. The conundrum of something being impossible becoming possible aside, I don’t mind the thought of utopia at all, or eutopia, whichever one takes your fancy. I don’t mind the idea, the concept, all the thoughts and writings about the possibilities and the extravagances of such an idea, no, I quite enjoy all the arguments and dystopian opposites, but there is still one problem with the word.

A utopia is a perfection of society, culture, understanding and thought. A utopian society would function in a cohesive manner that, honestly, the human race, here on Earth, could never achieve. Indeed, in a utopian society, the birth rates and death rates would be perfectly balanced; there would be no murder, no depression, no suicide, no medical troubles, no accidents, no anything sad like that. I myself, amongst many others, most Doctors, scientists, what have you, would be out of a job. I don’t mind the discussion of the word, of the concept, no, I don’t, because I like imagining and all the associated thinking such a concept brings about, but I know it’s not possible where I live, with what we humans are as a race, as a collective society of individuals.

People can argue the definition of utopia and eutopia all they want, but I think that is what makes utopia the unrealistic one for us. While I believe it may be possible somewhere, maybe in a small group of beings whose understanding of the universe and beyond far outstrips our own, for us, for humans, it is not able to happen. Where I am concerned, on this Earth, perfection is something that can not always happen. We can have perfect days, perfect moments, a succession of periods where we feel nothing has gone wrong, but we are still not perfect as a whole. We age, we fall ill, some of the worst of us kill and maim and destroy. People die and people are born, miracles happen, and the war between evil and good goes on, and somehow, in slight moments, we maintain a balance between not entire terror, but not entire adulation of everything either.

We are happy, we are sad, we lead our lives as we see fit, in a constant state of change and shimmering moments where joy pierces us with a sharp slap, a brief rush of happiness. We are not perfect though, I do not think we will ever be a perfect race, but I do not think this is a problem, actually. From our mistakes we learn, and when we learn we build onto a rich past, a patchwork of ideas and concepts that, without our seeming imperfection, we would not have discovered. In glaring imperfection, in pain and terror, so often arises within us a sense of continuing, something which spurs us onwards. Perfect or not, happy, sad, angry or enthralled, we continue, and in the end, for the human race, it doesn’t matter whether we have a utopia or not, because we are alive, we are learning and we are so, so, brilliant.
 
 
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