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The Baby Doll, The Little Girl, and the Scientist
by HumbledCatholic
The little baby doll had a round ceramic face, blushing cheeks, and delicate, dark brown eyes. It wore a little pink gown with a small hole on the back. Out of the hole came a little metal loop on the end of a string. When you pulled the string, the doll would say, “I love you, Mommy” and giggle endearingly. It was a singularly loveable toy, the favourite of little Mary.
When she came home from school, little Mary would take the doll in her arms and rock it gently back and forth. She would gaze affectionately into its dark brown eyes and sing it a lullaby. Then, she would take out her little toy bottle and, feeding it, rock it to sleep. As she rocked it to sleep, Mary herself often would grow drowsy and fall into a sweet daytime slumber with the little doll in her arms. Only occassionally, so as not to spoil the thrill of it, she would pull the little string on the back of her beloved toy and smile as it told her, “I love you, Mommy,” and giggled endearingly.
One day, however, Mary’s older brother got bored, and decided to pick on her. He swaggered up to the little girl as she lovingly cherished her little doll, and snatched it from her arms.
“What is it with you and this doll?” he taunted, “All day long you just hold it and hug it. Pssh…it’s not even real. Look!”
And he took off the little pink gown, got out a screwdriver, and pried open the back of the toy.
“See, I bet you thought that string actually made it talk, stupid little girl. All it does is pull this little lever here, and that activates this voicebox with a little recording on it, and that’s what makes it talk! You’re so stupid, I bet you thought the doll actually loved you when it said that! And look at its eyes -” he tapped on one, “they’re just glass over a painting. It can’t see you - look, it hasn’t even got a brain! You moron, what a worthless piece of junk!”
Then he threw the little doll on the floor so hard that it switched the little voicebox on, and the sweet little voice said, “I love you, Mommy,” and giggled endearingly. Mary’s brother laughed and shouted, “See, stupid, it doesn’t care what you do to it! It loves me just as much as it loves you!” and swaggered away.
Little Mary’s sweet blue eyes welled up with tears as she gathered up the broken, beloved doll in her arms and tried to put it back together again. She tried and tried, but she couldn’t seem to get it quite right, and so she wept over her little doll. Her father, seeing her crying, ran over to her, and asked what the matter was. She told him through her tears about what her brother had done.
“That’s silly,” said her father, "someone made that toy because they loved you and wanted you to play with it to learn how to love your own kids one day! Taking it apart doesn’t change that!
“Why, did you love your doll before your brother opened it?” She nodded. “And isn’t the doll just as good a doll as it was before he opened it?” She nodded. “And do you think the toymaker made it with any less love just because your brother tried to spoil it?” She shook her head. “Good. Always remember that!” said her father, and he put the back piece onto the doll, dressed it in its little pink gown, and gave it back to little Mary.
She hugged her daddy, took her precious toy in her arms, and ran off to her room. She pulled the little string on the back of the doll. “I love you Mommy,” it said, and giggled endearingly.
The premise: We experience telos, and consequently meaning or purpose, phenomenologically and holistically - by experience of the integral thing, rather than by dissection of it.“I could make it talk if I threw it hard enough,” she thought to herself, “but why would I ever do that?” Then she grinned and, tucking the little doll into its crib, went outside to play.
The girl played with the doll and, in their proper context, all of the doll’s features made sense and made it more loveable. Although the doll was not an end in itself, it was end-directed, and was intended to teach the girl about motherhood.
Her brother, on the other hand, was blind to the purpose of the doll, and thought any such purpose disproved simply by demonstrating that the doll was not an end in itself. Further, as so much modern science revels in doing, he found an alternative way to operate the doll’s voicebox (by hurling it to the ground, rather than cradling it and gently tugging the string) which immediately made the recorded message, so appropriate and charming in context, seem absurd and meaningless.
I’m having difficulty explaining this thought in a prosaic way; that’s why I wrote the story. Hopefully these comments help; otherwise, read the allegory and discuss!