Jamie leaned over. And your perfect world?Mmm, Helen smiled. Perfect is complicated. Hard to explain.Give it a shot, I prodded her.It’s… beautiful is the best word to describe it, she said.Jamie and I nodded.Everything that isn’t necessary to getting what we want is gone, she said, eyes closing, as if she was vividly imagining. There’s an abundance of it all, thanks to science. Food is everywhere and it overflows and there’s nothing to worry about because we have and we want and we take. We’re and by we I mean people, we’re everywhere and we spill over into one another and we’re all knit together, physically and mentally. It’s an exquisite landscape of things that don’t ever run out to see and touches and tastes and smells and mating and eating and mindless fighting and eating-mating and fighting-eating and fighting-Okay, I said, interrupting. I paused, then when I couldn’t think of what to say. Okay.Helen reached down to her plate, used a fingertip to wipe up a bit of frosting and popped it into her mouth, sucking it off.Okay, I said, still at a bit of a loss for words.That’s a mental image that’s going to be with me forever, Jamie said, dropping his head down until his face was in his hands.I don’t see where ethics come into that world, I said, more to see Jamie’s reaction than out of curiosity.No, Jamie said. Don’t-The closer you get to perfection, the further you get from ethics, Helen said, as if it was common sense.
Whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labor: and this was my portion of all my labor; Death!
Compton Gage