My sister claims she can recall specific moments when she was an infant. They typically revolve around something horrible my mother allegedly did to her – extreme mental abuse is a favorite. Hard to say what was real or imagined, but she has re-written our family history so many times that each year the recollections become darker and more sinister. Selfishly, I can no longer engage as it’s far too painful to sort through her divine madness.

On a good day she may even recall emerging from the womb. Socially awkward at times, she is still highly intelligent and possesses rather unique observational skills.  That said, she also is convinced her dentist deceptively implanted a special receiver in her cavity fillings to track her daily movements. The point being – what will infants and children of this next generation truly recall of this time? What will they remember and how selective? This highly anticipated new era of greatness?

I was musing today about these special MA-HA children and the many questions on what their futures may reveal?  Infants are undoubtedly very diverse in both culture, physicality, and means. Resilient, too. In this new order – will Average Baby Joe find gold at the end of these new golden tinged rainbows? Will the ABJ’s be segregated by certain predetermined criteria to achieve this greatness goal before us? Will the meek and the disenfranchised survive? And will they too find sufficient food on the table? Opportunities to thrive? An inhabitable planet? Many envision Utopia and please know – I do indeed want to be optimistic.

After a long night of scripture reading, I fell into a deep slumber with surprising dreams of violent,  physical, as well as proverbial storms washing away the quiet sins of deceit. A New Order emerges ushering in a rebirth of sorts, where equality begins within this foundation of decay. My perspective, of course.

Recalling Kubrick’s 2001 film beginnings, my nocturnal reverie enlists modern humans. With language firmly established. A reboot of communication, but devoid of hate. This new encyclopedia becomes a new bible of sorts, even produced in the USA, and washed clean of nefarious thought or actions. Human ugliness no longer exists in my delusional utopian state. As if a higher power, an alien perhaps, exercises (exorcises?) a universal enema of sorts on the surviving human race. Seven long and painful days of mass proverbial defecations of shittiness, griftiness, deceit, and ill will. A planetary ejaculate of reptilian naughtiness. Amen, ya’ll.

On the 7^th day the inhabitants of Earth enjoy the greatest and largest simultaneous orgasm of incomprehensible proportions. These extraordinary communal howls of pleasure reverberate the planet wide, and even detected in traveling satellites of other galaxies. Once relieved and satisfied, our exhausted survivors exhale in joy. Some smoke cigarettes in this unprecedented and shared celebration.  A corner has been turned and humanity has somehow miraculously survived.

Morning has come and I am startled awake by my pristine white and fluffy new puppy. He is happily sniffing and licking my sweat and musk-stained sheets. He was recently left at my front door with a note stating he desperately needed a good home. His name was Hate (which he loved and was accustomed to).  Still groggy, I’m convinced something sinister is lurking by my feet. Yes …, my dear, sweet Hate has kindly dropped a thoughtful, warm deuce at the edge of my bed, and his adorable, soiled paws have eagerly spread caringly atop my entire comforter.

A fitting beginning to a new day in what I anticipate are highly thoughtful times.