I wrote a long, poetic post with this title, but when I was done, it wouldn’t publish….I musta gotten disconnected somehow. So I’m not going to go through it all again. What I wanted to ask, O Ratty ( and I guess it’s been brought to mind by all the vitriol over abortion) is,
did you know there are humans ,or at least, human spawn, whose lifespan is only 8-10 weeks?
I do, because I gestated two of them. (This is 2 decades and a healthy baby ago, so this post is not about me. )
But, these beings who were never destined to make the fourscore and ten we al kinda count on, not even destined to leave my body alive—
what were they?
I was told their chromosomal makeup just wasn’t compatible with any longer period of vitality. They weren’t ill or defective. They lived as long as they were created to live. Then, singing in their song they died.
Their world was my womb, and I hope, like Kaspar Hauser, they found their dark, solitary existence sweet, better maybe than the cold cacaphonous world.
There are many possible chromosomal differences with which human-sourced embryos can be endowed. Most people have no idea about this; we hear, primarily, about Downs Syndrome, but there are a myriad of other differentiating combinations which can occur.
But when you consider something as drastic as a natural lifespan of a few weeks, aren’t we really looking at something bordering on a subspecies?
Many such creatures, homunculi, live out their generations every month, unbeknownst even to the mother who may notice nothing more than a menstrual irregularity. I know these beings lived, and I know they died and why, only because I was watching, I was trying to conceive.
We all wonder: are we alone in the universe. I wonder, whence these chronologically different humans destined to live no longer than insects?
What do you think, O Ratty?