Breed: (v) to cause an animal to produce offspring in a controlled and organized way.
There’s no such thing as a perfect human.
Matter of fact, built into our consciousness is a sense of horror over anyone who would think they actually had attained such a status.
We hate perfect.
Actually, we favor chaos–and chaos is how I would describe the breeding of the humanity. It is a mish-mash of varying exteriors, while interiors are basically identical.
Yet since we look on the outward appearance, we fail to recognize that we share a universal blood stream, organs, arteries and veins.
So madmen come along and try to breed a “super race,” a chosen people, a “called cult” or designer babies, to fulfill the mission of perfecting the human race.
They always fail–because people aren’t perfect and when they try to be … they sink to their lowest level of imperfection.
Published by Jonathan Cring