Now here is a book that ends in what to some may seem anti-climatic; yet, it conveys a rather unsavory notion. Those that have religion (God), exercise restraint and fully embrace their broken and sinful natures–not as a means to practice debauchery, rather to abhor it–are the truly civilized. Those that would give up all that humans were created to be for a shallow make believe relatively pain free, self-gratifying, promiscuous existence with deconstructed norms are the real savages.
Where holy matrimony, fathers and mothers, and life-long committed monogamous relationships are non-existent. Babies are fabricated in the lab and conditioned in utero to fulfill a pre-ordained slice of society deemed fit by the world controllers… Some Alphas, some Betas, Gammas, and those poor poor Epsilons… Huxley–albeit perhaps in the fictional sense, was a prophetic voice many should take the time to hear.
Though there is indeed nothing new under the sun, what has been is what will be, Huxley’s imaginative forethought seemingly is birthed out of a comprehensive understanding of God’s negative connotations about man at the tower of Babel, “Behold, they are one people, and they have all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they will do. And nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them.” (Gen. 11:6)
Like the babbling heads of 2025 that seek to gas light an entire population into believing lies, deconstructed norms, biological irrationalities, and a great many other nonsensical ideas, Huxley’s world controllers gas lit an entire society (through embryonic conditioning, drug induced sensuality and near constant propaganda) that they were happy, free, and without pain. Yet neither society could be further from the truth.
That’s the crux of life is it not? One must embrace truth, that there is ‘truth‘ and that truth is universal and governs. Yet that truth must be determined by an omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent being or it shifts, breaks, and crumbles into lies and manipulation.
God is truth. He is the only God, there is no other, none before Him and none after. He declares the end from the beginning. And He is good. What is interesting is that John the savage, in the end–though he tried to fight it, may have given into the drug induced sensuality sessions of those around him, the uncivilized ways of those ‘civilized people’ in this Brave New World, those whom he carried contempt for. The reader is left with John turning about on his feet calling out the various corners of the Earth. “North, Northeast, East, etcetera. Why? Well, I can only presume that in a world wrought to the core with lies, selfishness, and plagued with evil, one must speak what one knows to be truth, even if that truth is simplistic and the only thing that keeps one sane.
At least that’s what I hear in the many artistic words of Aldous Huxley’s storytelling.
