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The Bomb and Other Creations

Notes on Creativity theme of the week:
Creativity & The Divine

Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could [recreate dinosaurs], they didn’t stop to think if they should.
-Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park

We, as humans, have an astounding ability to create. This, however, doesn’t mean that we should create everything we are able to.

Prime examples of highly creative inventions that hardly inspire the betterment of the human race are the Algerian hook (a large hook used to impale a person) and the Iron Maiden (a tight enclosure full of sharp objects designed to skewer a person). It certainly took wicked imagination to come up with these.

When the first successful nuclear explosion was detonated in July of 1945, J. Robert Oppenheimer reportedly quoted, “If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one…” A few weeks later, the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

We may well agree that the creation of torture devices and atomic bombs do nothing to make us better humans or bring us closer to the Mighty One, but where do we draw the line?

In 2006, worldwide controversy broke out over the publication of cartoons depicting the prophet Muhammad. Many Muslim groups were offended- many Westerners cited freedom of speech. The controversy echoed themes from the PMRC trials of the mid-80s when rock ‘n roll was on trial for negatively influencing American youth.

And so, when do we consider ‘should’ over ‘can’ in our creative endeavours? In which direction and how far do we tip the scales and by whose values do we determine the answer?

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Today’s 4 Minute Writer      


I open the door so slowly that I can barely see it move. No way I’m risking the slightest creak. Feels like forever, but I can’t take the risk.

I hold my breath as I slide inside and guide the door back in place.

I turn around and tiptoe through the dark hallway, my bedroom a stadium length away. I pass their bedroom on the left, the inside of my cheek gripped firmly in my teeth. I’m almost there.

It’s dark, but I’m sure I’m at my room. I go to walk in. Suddenly- BANG! I thought the door was open. It wasn’t.

A stir from behind their door. It swings open, shooting out a blinding ray of light. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!”

And so the berating begins.

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