Your Dying Spouse 760 - I Wish I Were...

Sometimes we all want to be something else. (I sure would not want to have terminal cancer, but there ya go.)

White folks want to be black so they can better empathize with the victims o racism.

Black folks, I imagine, sometimes want to be white, to live a day without feeling demeaned by so much of the world.

Asians want to be Europeans, and not have a genetic disposition to alcohol intolerance (and yes, Barb can easily drink Mongolian Me under the table, thank you for asking).

And sometimes, everyone just wants to step away from the whole thing.

I wish I were a Vulcan,

a dude with pointy ears,

each logic-driven function

immune to human fears.

I wish that all emotion

could be hammered down,

for feelings are an ocean

in which the brightest drown.

I wish that all decision

might be rational,

without the heart’s revision,

deaf unto the pull

of the limbic lizard-brain

that in every one remains.

Here' a compilation of some of Spock's best moments. Enjoy!

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