Sunday, sweet sunday

... with so much to do. And I did not do much of it. Well, I did work on my thesis and went to service. But I didn't wish the floor in my bedroom or worked on my tax-report.
On the other hand, I went to a film about future or rather actual developments in genetechnology and that was really frightening.
There are people in the world with the idea, that they want to have children, that have a special trait. They are either very sportive or intellectual or whatever. But in my personal world of ideas, that is just wrong. Sure, they have a predestined goal and know, what they can do,
but someone predestined it for them. They had no choice in the matter.
O.k., so there are already parents in the world, that predestine their childrens life, but in this new scenario, genetechnology emphasizes it. Only: the emotions of a person cannot be worked on. One of the people, who spoke in the film said, that it can go wrong. You may want a basketball-player and you do get a tall boy, but he is only interested in collecting stamps. Because that is more to his liking. And liking - I think - belongs more into the world of emotion.
In the next film, called "Fountain of Youth" it was about people not growing physically old. Only in years. I find that just as horrible. Even if you grow up withouth any of the now known illness like Alzheimers, Parkinson or Dementia or other, more physical problems, you grow older. So everybody has to work longer, because how else could pensions be financed. And - that's what the guy from the other film, who talked in this one, too said - you grow more and more apart from what it is like to be a child or a teenager or any young person.

Also: either of the aforementioned developments would only to be had by the rich. The poor would not be able to "buy" them. So you have two thirds of the world living tradionally and the rest buying youth and health. And it is not usually the nice people, who buy youth. So they are likely to tyrannize the poor. Somehow it seems to me, that the times would come back, that where in the industrial revolution. There where those who needed labourers and those who needed labour and the latter had to suffer for it, becaus there were so many, that the former could pick and choose.

It would perhaps not be quite as bad, certainly on a higher level of civilization, but it might as well be much worse.

I felt reminded of the part in gullivers travels, when he is with the people, who do not die. They just got older. And he did not describe that in a way, that anyone would want to experience it.

So, whatever you think about eternal youth: it is not my cup of tea, I only want to get as old, as I am destined to get. Without any human methods to make my time here longer. I already have to live with the fact, that I can't stop working earlier, as I had planned and instead will have to work until the age of 67 or even 70..... Well, maybe I have to work parttime... :-)

To get back to the head of this post.... Well, not completely. I couldn't find a good version of the song I had in mind. But this following on THAT I DO NOT OWN at least reflects the sort of sunday I like best. :-)