“Before the back-scratcher, before that simple, infernal tool, we needed each other to scratch the unreachable itch. The wooden back-scratcher dissolved the bonds of reciprocity, unloosed the ties of community, and tempted us to believe in our own godlike self-sufficiency.
“And God walked in the cool of the garden, and saw a primate standing alone. ‘What have you done,’ God asked, ‘that you stand alone?’
“‘I have found a back-scratcher,’ said the beast, ‘and now I need no one.’
“‘Poor beast,’ said God, ‘now you must leave this garden; in Eden, no one stands alone; each depends on the others.’
“And thus began our wandering, our pacing up and down the earth, scratching our own itches, pretending self-sufficiency, trying to ignore the persistent sense of loss, the vague yearning for a primordial order, a world where you scratched my back and I scratched yours. A wooden back-scratcher is poor compensation for the gentle touch of a living hand.”
That’s “another view” to inspire us all. Thank you, David Bumbaugh.