What If “Yes, You Can!” is True

I watched Elysium this afternoon and the curing machine was interesting for me, though probably not an original idea; many fiction stories have things similar like it. Then, this evening I browsed some reviews about Elysium and what idea the writer tried to convey to the audience, and, hey, I stumbled upon an interesting term: transhumanism, after some clicks, it lead me to a page titled “The World’s Most Dangerous Ideas”.

What is it actually? To put it in a simple way, transhumanism is an idea with an appealing goal: to greatly enhance humans. Francis Fukuyama, in his writing about transhumanism for FB even put it asĀ “to liberate the human race from its biological constraints”. When I heard it, I imagined a cure for cancer, for every kind of illness (maybe not psychological ones), and even aging process. You don’t have to die. Your families, your friends, they don’t have to die or sick or get old. And it can also mean you can change everything about your body, parts you don’t like, blemishes, birthmarks, and deformities. Furthermore, you can be smarter, nicer, all desirable traits are yours to choose.

Wikipedia put this picture on the page about transhumanism. Very amusing, right?!

It sound wonderful, isn’t it? But it’s also scary for me. Call me weird, but I think limitations are necessary. Limitations are what make humans human. A very irrational and fundamentally weak argument, I must admit, but I think this is where I stand right now. I’m not perfect and that makes me feel good. “No, you can’t!” is a lot more comfortable for someone like me.

What do you think? Share you thought!

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

The courage to change the things I can,

And wisdom to know the difference.”

– A popular Serenity Prayer



A Hero Once

Hey, how’s your Christmas and New Year celebrations? Fun? My friend told me she’s going to get drunk with her boyfriend for New Year celebration. I myself spent my 31st replaying ES: Skyrim and watching Korean movies: Marine Boy and Quiz King.

Anyway, I suddenly had a flashback about my time in high school. I was a junior high school boy and it was on a sport session. The class was divided into teams and we were going to have a basketball match. I was put in a team with “unfit” members; outcast, nerds, favorite bullying victim. No, I’m sorry for giving a prejudicial label on my team mates. I merely trying to describe the condition of my team. I was not different, I was an “unfit” as well. And there was this particular bully who laughed at us as soon as the teams were decided, calling us names, telling us we’re going to lose as soon as we get into the match. My team mates, I remembered, looked up to me that time. I don’t know if my memory is tampered, but, I’m telling you the way I remember it. I was like an elected captain in my team, my team mates asked me what we should do, what strategy we should employ, etc. I felt great, but that was not the best feeling that day. Remember that bully I mentioned earlier? My team beat his team. It was sublime. I felt like a protagonist of a conventional good vs evil story; where the hero fought against great and powerful evil forces with thin chance of victory but the hero prevailed anyway against all odds. I don’t remember ever feeling that way anymore since that day.

I was a hero once, and it felt great.