The Malleability of Modernity

The pillars of our civilization are crumbling. They’re fast becoming piles of gesticulation and pontifical sanctimony made more cynically sinister by a world gone online. Where anonymity and empty emotional gratification are the drives.

The equality of the online world is a knife edge. Good and evil, depending on who wields it. We are falling apart, a dissolved culture. A mixture of confused identities where adolescents and adults clamour for follower-ship in most bizarre undertakings.

Nothing is concrete anymore. There is no sexuality and gender died yesterday. Everything is without boundaries. Whatever is, is what I call it. I’m a man if I so chose. Reality has no say. And or a woman if that’s what I want to be.

A woman yesterday, a trans man today, and a man tomorrow. Do not call your newborn baby a boy. Nor should you call the baby a girl. The baby is not a son, the baby is not a daughter. Do not ask me what the baby is because I do not know.

In eighteen years' time, when the ballot is ready for the vote, and the blood had got enough hormones, when the chest becomes flat or bumpy, even then we cannot conclude for sure. For then it shall be by the strength of emotion.

Whether there is a long pole or a very wide hole, this also has no point. Uterus and testicles are biological organs, very submissive to the sharpness of the knife in the hand of an expert handler.

But the father and the mother, how should the paediatrician break the news? There you go again. There is no dad or mom. They are parents and that is just enough.

I was told in France of someone who travelled from the home of his parents. He spent a few years away. But when he returned home, the mother whose breasts this traveller suckled had died. She died of transmutation. This traveller was fortunate to now have two fathers or two mothers or two similar parents. "Confusing?"

And here they come so beautiful and colorful. Proudly riding across the streets in wonderful formation, like the stroke of a master painter. They are strong. They are determined. They have got an army. And they will choke you if you dare say nay to what they say. And many have gown down the drain.

I was told of an alpha and omega. A man who dwelt many years ago in an abode beyond the mountains of cloud. I heard he was a powerful fellow. But one stronger than he came riding on a polychromatic horse. With the rainbow for a spear and darted him to death. And that was during the battle of equality.

As it in all tales, the victor always decides the new order. This was his decision,

“I’m the maker of all things reality. There is no god, there are no gods. He, she, and they are not longer sitting in the church pews. They were buried last year in the cemetery. I wore black, did you not see me? I am the god now, the new god of the new age.

And don’t you dare talk about your creator here. I am the god who ever lived and who will ever live.”

So I stand akimbo, amazed, confused? No. I am wondering if this is a delusion of some sort. No, it is financial, political, and psychological. But I am a biologist. I believe in tissues and cells and organs and systems and their interconnectedness.

When will it end? It is an unending tug of war. Yesterday, blouse, today skirt and pants, and tomorrow shoes. Men’s feet are bigger than women’s, almost, always. Are you sure?

He is a she and her is a him, but no they are all they. This is a pot of soup cooked on the fireplace of the malleability of modernity.