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Dec. 12th, 2006 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
johnny9fingersI couldn't resist putting this in my journal.
But then I'm a sucker for this sort of thing.
Here's a meme with which everyone is familiar:-
The infant Kal-El is put in his escape ship by his parents, which escapes the planet Krypton's final cataclysm, to land on Earth just outside Smallville. This one we know.
In another universe...The infant Kal-El is put in his escape ship by his parents, which escapes the planet Krypton's final cataclysm, to land on Earth just outside Pont-y-Pridd, Wales. He becomes an international Rugby player and principal baritone in the local choir.
Some places are smaller than Smallville, and sometimes the limits of people's vision define all their possibilities, and small places breed small thoughts. This may even be true of parts of Surrey, but is certainly true of communities and countries self exiled from the world's society of Nations.
The notion that it is possible for grown up people to deny the holocaust is beyond my comprehension. Just because we want something to be true doesn't make it so or not so. I'd rather live as part of a species that hadn't commited genocide. I'd rather that England hadn't lost the second Test quite so humiliatingly to Australia. I'd rather we English Brits had behaved a bit better towards our Irish cousins. But none of these things conforms to my desires, and no matter how hard I wish, I cannot make them so. This universe isn't quite anthropic enough to bend to my unadorned will.
And if not mine, sunshine, neither theirs.
But then I'm a sucker for this sort of thing.
Here's a meme with which everyone is familiar:-
The infant Kal-El is put in his escape ship by his parents, which escapes the planet Krypton's final cataclysm, to land on Earth just outside Smallville. This one we know.
In another universe...The infant Kal-El is put in his escape ship by his parents, which escapes the planet Krypton's final cataclysm, to land on Earth just outside Pont-y-Pridd, Wales. He becomes an international Rugby player and principal baritone in the local choir.
Some places are smaller than Smallville, and sometimes the limits of people's vision define all their possibilities, and small places breed small thoughts. This may even be true of parts of Surrey, but is certainly true of communities and countries self exiled from the world's society of Nations.
The notion that it is possible for grown up people to deny the holocaust is beyond my comprehension. Just because we want something to be true doesn't make it so or not so. I'd rather live as part of a species that hadn't commited genocide. I'd rather that England hadn't lost the second Test quite so humiliatingly to Australia. I'd rather we English Brits had behaved a bit better towards our Irish cousins. But none of these things conforms to my desires, and no matter how hard I wish, I cannot make them so. This universe isn't quite anthropic enough to bend to my unadorned will.
And if not mine, sunshine, neither theirs.
