Tiny Creature

Tell me.

Tell me the truth.

Do you consent to utopia

A world without horror

At the price of a child?

Liberation from the burden of disease to control your own fear. To discipline it, to tame it by your profession.

It won’t be your tiny creature. The rigours of medicine will not cause them to convulse or to scream.

But an unknown child that will require confinement in four walls – as they thrash and cry until they die – unavenged.

You will hide it and gaslight the price of utopia – the architect cannot choose his conditions, you might say, cannot choose the world he bends to make right.

But he must know the foundation of his edifice is the tiny creature.

So tell me.

Tell me the truth.

This piece references the below quote from Fyodor Dovstoyevsky’s book The Brothers Karamazov, which encapsulates the ideology of vaccination:

Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end……but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature…And to found that edifice on its unavenged tears: would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell me the truth!