Plato's DreamPlato's Dream
            by Voltaire



      Editor's Notes by Blake Linton Wilfong
            Published in 1756, this gem of a tale makes a convincing argument 
      that the entities who created Earth and the rest of the solar system are 
      less than perfect. Could it be that they are not perfect, ideal gods but 
      fallible (albeit powerful) aliens like the Q of Star Trek?
            Voltaire dared not write such blasphemy as straight fiction, so he 
      presented the story in the guise of a dream--one step further removed from 
      reality. Even so, his intent was obvious, and "Plato's Dream" surely made 
      him no friends in the Church. 

In ancient times, dreams were much revered, and Plato was one of the greatest 
dreamers. His dream The Republic is deservedly famous, but the following 
little-known tale is perhaps his most amazing dream--or nightmare: 
The great Demiurgos, the eternal geometer, having scattered throughout the 
immensity of space innumerable worlds, decided to test the knowledge of those 
lesser superbeings who were also his creations, and who had witnessed his works. 
He gave them each a small portion of matter to arrange, just as our own art 
teachers give their students a statue to carve, or a picture to paint, if we may 
compare small things to great. 
 Demogorgon received the lump of mold we call Earth, and having formed it as it 
now appears, thought he had created a masterpiece. He imagined he had silenced 
Envy herself, and expected to receive the highest praise, even from his 
brethren. How great was his surprise, when, at the presentation of his work, 
they hissed in disappoval! 
One among them, more sarcastic than the rest, spoke: 
"Truly you have performed mighty feats! You have divided your world into two 
parts; and, to prevent them from communicating with each other, placed a vast 
collection of waters between the two hemispheres. The inhabitants must perish 
with cold under both your poles, and be scorched to death under the equator. You 
have, in your great prudence, formed immense deserts of sand, so all who travel 
over them may die with hunger and thirst. I have no fault to find with your 
cows, sheep, cocks, and hens; but can never be reconciled to your serpents and 
spiders. Your onions and artichokes are very good things, but I cannot conceive 
what induced you to scatter such a heap of poisonous plants over the face of the 
planet, unless it was to poison its inhabitants. Moreover, if I am not mistaken, 
you have created about 30 different kinds of monkeys, a still greater number of 
dogs, yet only four or five races of humans. It is true, indeed, you have 
bestowed on the latter of these animals a faculty you call Reason, but it is so 
poorly executed that you might better call it Folly. Besides, you do not seem to 
have shown any very great regard for this two-legged creature, seeing you have 
left him with so few means of defense; subjected him to so many disorders, and 
provided him with so few remedies; and formed him with such a multitude of 
passions, and so little wisdom and prudence to resist them. You certainly were 
not willing that there should remain any great number of these animals on Earth 
at once; for, over the course of a given year, smallpox will regularly carry off 
a tenth of the species, and sister maladies will taint the springs of life in 
the remainder; and then, as if this was not enough, you have so disposed things 
that half of those who survive are occupied in lawsuits, or cutting each other's 
throats. Yes, they must be infinitely grateful to you, and I must admit that you 
have executed a masterpiece." 
Demogorgon blushed. He now realized there was much moral and physical evil in 
his work, but still believed it contained more good than ill. 
"It is easy to find fault," he said; "but do you imagine it is so easy to form 
an animal, who, having the gift of reason and free will, shall not sometimes 
abuse his liberty? Do you think that, in rearing 10,000 plants, it is so easy to 
prevent some few from having noxious qualities? Do you suppose that, with a 
certain quantity of water, sand, and mud, you could make a globe without sea or 
desert? 
"As for you, my sneering friend, I think you have just finished the planet 
Jupiter. Let us see now what figure you make with your great belts, and your 
long nights, with four moons to enlighten them. Let us examine your worlds, and 
see whether the inhabitants you have made are exempt from folly and disease." 
Accordingly, his fellow entities examined the planet Jupiter, and were soon 
laughing at the laugher. He who had made Saturn did not escape without his share 
of censure, and his fellows, the makers of Mars, Mercury, and Venus, was each in 
his turn reproached. 
They were in the midst of railing against and ridiculing each other, when the 
eternal Demiurgos thus imposed silence on them all: 
"In your performances there is both good and bad, because you have a great share 
of understanding, but at the same time fall short of perfection. Your works will 
endure for only a few billion years, after which you will acquire more knowledge 
and perform much better. It belongs to me alone to create things perfect and 
immortal." 
"Us, for example?" asked Demogorgon. 
Demiurgos scowled, and with that Plato awoke. 
Or did he? 

        
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