Quality Time With The Kids... How About Viewing Some Cadavers?
In the next couple of weeks I will be spending some personal time with each of my three kids. They are now adults, which makes the relationships in many ways rich but also challenging. Here is how things appear to be working out:
Brock is home from the Marines for a few weeks. We will go to an art museum in Atlanta to see a traveling display called Bodies. It is a presentation of real human bodies, sans skin, in various poses and with differing features of their inner workings exposed. Sounds bizarre, which means it is exactly the kind of thing my son will like. The bodies have been saturated in some type of plasticized mixture, leaving them suspended and highly life-like. I understand they additionally feature a human intestine, stretched to all its length and glory.
As a needed note, certainly controversy goes with this exhibit. Some question if this is an improper, undignified treatment of something which should be held more sacred. To me they are but bodies, shells if you will, on their way back to where they came- dust. That which is sacred- the spirits- departed at the times of death. I do not place much value or time with visiting gravesides for the same reason, and only do so out of respect for those around me who see things differently. Another controversy has to do with the source of these bodies. They are from China. Some surmise them to be executed criminals whose bodies have been sold without permission, perhaps even from the outlawed Falun Gong religious cult. This cannot be verified. I’m pretty sure such is not beyond the context of the “thugocracy” which appears to rule the country. But at this time is just seems to be speculation.
Well, as I read the previous paragraphs, it seems I’ve put a damper on the matter. You know, I hate that tendency of my personality! I tend to reason and think, and rethink, until I’ve battered out most of the fun and leave things too dry. I am going online in a few minutes to order the tickets with the intention of having a memorable time. Of course… it could be horrible, and haunt me for the next several years. Oops, there I go again.
I’ll pass along what I’ll be doing with the other kids in the next two posts. They are also strange and interesting. The excursions, not the kids…
