I Think I Need Some Soma

Cover image of the book Brave New World.

I I read Thomas Moore’s Utopia when I was very young. Odd, I know — but when you grow up in a small Catholic school taught by nuns, brothers, and priests, you read things like that. You research. You question. You wonder why a man so devoted to his church would imagine a “perfect” society where divorce, women priests, and euthanasia were acceptable.

I don’t remember the language of Utopia anymore, so I Googled it recently and was stunned to rediscover that Moore also imagined a world where people weren’t executed for stealing. Imagine that — the idea that a man shouldn’t be killed for taking bread to feed his family was once so radical it could only exist in fiction.

Years later — not at the recommendation of any priest I knew — I read Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. Again, I was fascinated. A caste system where Alphas rule and Epsilons take out the trash. A world where destiny is assigned, not chosen. A society where people who live by free will and desire are labeled “savages.”

And then I had a thought I wish I could unknow:

What if Huxley wasn’t imagining the future? What if he was warning us about the one we’re buidling?

It is possible. Just something to think about.

And so, if I could experience any book again for the first time, it would be Brave New World — not because it’s comforting, but because it made me uncomfortable in all the right ways. And for fellow Huxley fans, while I don’t want to live in a world where order is kept by separation, I would like to live in a world where Soma holidays existed — I mean wouldn’t you?

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