Consider a world where your identity is based on how you project yourself instead of DNA and common sense. Before we embark on this journey of self-actualization, let’s dust off our Bible to read Psalm 139:13-16. The Psalmist writes, “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” It sounds as if God, had already planned and designed each of us before He ever created the universe.
I’m aware that there are those who do not believe in the God of the Bible. Some don’t believe in God at all. That’s fine. If that is the case, the concept of rejecting our DNA to redefine ourselves might seem reasonable. After all, we just evolved over billions of years. We are just evolving ourselves rather than waiting for random chance to catch up.
If we believe in God (or any god for that matter), we are only cleaning up His mess. He created the moon and the stars. He created the green grass and the blue sky. He created giraffes and gnus. His perfect will created you and I. But He made a cosmic mistake. With every fiber of my being, with my limited knowledge and fickle emotions, I look in the mirror and see a man staring back, but in the deepest recesses of my soul, I know that I should have been born a cat.
I have pictures of me playing with balls of yarn as a
kitten child. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I have a nasty catnip habit. I think the strongest marker that assures me that I should have been born a cat is that I catch mice and small birds and proudly lay my trophies at my wife’s feet.
What do you see in the above picture? If you see a man, you are narrow-minded and intolerant. Any reasonable person sees a picture of a cat. God must be a rascal to trap a cat in a human body. I can’t imagine the torture he must have endured to self-evolve into his real self–a cat.
Sadly, this is not just an isolated incident. There are hundreds, perhaps thousands of transhumans. Some may believe this is a mental delusion that should be included in the DSM V. It’s not. We need to exercise compassion and love for these poor creatures. They should not be derided as deviants or some kind of abomination. They should be accepted and affirmed.
Imagine the horror of living in a body that is not your own. Look at Slothman. Look at the pain in his eyes. He has to wear a ridiculous getup because he cannot afford his transformation. Is it unreasonable to have the government pay for him to become a proper sloth? What’s the deal with his claws? Are those chopsticks? It’s ridiculous to even entertain the notion that a sloth can hang in a tree with chopsticks.
These poor transhumans need to be integrated into society as the creature that they are on the inside. You can’t possibly imagine the pain these manimals carry. I do, though. I’m a cat trapped in a man’s body. People laugh at me when I wear my cat outfit made out of a patchwork quilt and a snow tire. Admittedly, it doesn’t look very catlike, but I cannot afford anything else.
This is the world we live in. A world with no common sense and no ultimate sense of morality. We are in a world of deviancy and corruption because we think we know what is best. Proverbs 3:5 tells us not to lean on our own understanding, yet we mutilate our bodies and souls for cheap thrills. Or worse, we desecrate our bodies as we take a “moral” stand against righteousness.