“Mine mine mine. That was the curse and power of human beings—that what they saw and loved they had to have. They could share it with other people but only if they conceived of those people as being somehow their own. What we own is ours. What you own should also be ours. In fact, you own nothing, if we want it. Because you are nothing. We are the real people, you are only posing as people in order to try to deprive us of what God means us to have.”
― Orson Scott Card
This might make a good tombstone epitaph over the grave of humanity after we destroy ourselves. And I believe someday we just might. In fact, I’m a bit amazed we haven’t yet.
Ever since – some say real, others say allegorical – Adam and Eve’s son Cain killed his brother Abel in a fit of jealousy, was bannished as a result and became the progenitor of another people, we humans have divided ourselves into separate clans and tribes, states and nations, religious and political dogmas. And each, consciously or unconsciously, believes they are the true chosen ones of the god(s). There must be some ingrained psychological need to belong, to be a member of that group who thinks and acts most like us. And to be protective of what the group has, to denigrate that of “others”, even willing to kill to take or keep what we think is (or should be) “ours”, or to isolate or eliminate the “other”.
How else to explain racism, national patriotism, religious denominations. How else to describe the booming market of genetic testing to find one’s heritage, one’s tribe?
Those genetic tests say I’m mostly Irish-Scandinavian. I was happy to learn that – it merely confirmed what I’d always felt inside. I’m proud of my tribe.
But I don’t think mine is superior to yours. Different, maybe, and yours may not appeal to me in any way, but neither is the better. To each his own, live and let live.
I wonder what the world would have been, could be, like without conceit and jealousy?