Damn the tower of Babel

The far reaching effects of the the aftermath of the tower of Babel were not fully understood until this morning, on my way to work in the carpool. As I looked at the inner-city bus and all the African American faces on it, and the carpools full of white faces on the way in from the suburbs, I realized that there once was a day when everyone got along, and worked together for the good of humanity; those were the days of the thriving city of Babel.

Babel had it all: a cooperative society, a small carbon footprint, low taxes and one language...but it wasn't enough; they just had to taunt God with their impertinent vanity. They just had to build the tower that divided the world and landed us where we are today. Even if we understand each other today, our differences seem to be too great to overcome; the result of thousands of years of independent cultures that grew far, far apart.

Damn those Babylonians.

Maybe one day we'll all just get along, and once again work for the good of humanity. We'll ruin it though, we'll build a rocket that we think can reach God and, having crossed that line of Babel again, we'll be dispersed throughout the universe this time. That will go well for a while because we'll only be with people that look and talk like we do. Soon the whining begins though:
"Why is their planet closer to the sun?"
"Why do they have a better view of the heavens?"
"Why is our atmosphere made of acid vapors?"
Soon the shuttles will begin to carry us to them and them to us, and once we're there we'll all focus on our differences again and our minds will become the tiniest of slits that let very little in.


Kids look through the biggest, clearest windows...how do they become doors?