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The two boys were fighting it out, with imaginary weapons and deathray shooting out of their palms. No one would have guessed they were not brothers. The same small slanting eyes set on a broad face. The similar bulk of body mass showing hints of growing into a bear-sized hulk by adulthood. The younger one was bespectacled with chubby cheeks while the older brother had more defined cheekbones.
The parents soon came back to the table with food. The two boys settled easily from the fight, into a mild discussion of the workings of the weapons of each individual Power Rangers. There was no hint of any sibling rivalry that one would usually notice amongst sisters. I supposed guys are easy in that sense. I prayed the closeness and loyalty emanating from these two brothers could withstand the elements of growing up.
I looked at their dad, and smiled. He was what I imagined they will grow up to look like. As a friend used to say: From the same factory, just a more updated model of the same series.
Maybe it was due to the movie I watched earlier,
Aeon Flux. I started wondering about the purpose of creating 'clones' of ourselves, be it by birth or genetic engineering. I believe procreation, for the survival of the species, is coded into our DNA. And of course I know the theory of stronger genes surviving while the perceived weaker links will get eradicated in due time. So do we live our lives serving this Purpose? To create more of ourselves so the human race can survive and continue expanding at the expenses of other 'weaker' species?
Maybe the concept of individuality was just a farce. It was just made up to satisfy our need to feel important. Maybe it was a concoction made by our ancestors, as a vaccine for the madness that hit the population when they realised how insignificant they are in the grand scheme of things.
What if one day, we can unravel the mysteries of our purpose from our DNA? What if we discovered Destiny is a just a programmeoded in our DNA? What if we discovered LOVE is just an anti-virus coded to prevent external influence that will harm the survival of the species? What if the answer was never 42? What would you do if you found out our purpose in life was as the reset button to the creation of the universe? When the Maker(s) feel that things are messy, a code will be activated and we humans are the key to destroying all that was created so it can be remade again?
What if you realised the only true choice you ever truly made independantly, was to ignore the Truth, and live in the Grand Illusion that all is well?
Would you dare to accept it and spiral into madness?
Maybe..
that is enlightenment.