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Ray Harryhausen's Cyclops from the 1958 The Seven Voyages of Sinbad.

I can’t call unpopularity or eccentricity an art or skill. It’s more, I think, something you get stuck with and either endure or submerge. Make sense? 

Sensitive topics become a draw for a marginal mind alert for kindred unpopularity on which to latch (how’s that for corrected English) in convivial security.’Nother words, fair warning. 

Earlier in life I felt (rightly or not) singing and/or flying nuns were top drawer nonsensical. I was wrong as there’s so much more to drop a jaw over these days. 

But rather than predicate and belabor all that, I say step back and away to imagine way-back to the rarely useful concept of the Cyclops. One-eyed (in central forehead) eaters of (preferred fare) demi-gods or sheep and goats when demis are scarce, the Cyclops was a formidable diner to the above mentioned, but darn near anything or one afoot and in reach. 

The Cyclops was a nasty piece of work with uncomfortable eating habits and general lack of sociability. Invitation to dine with a Cyclops told you what the menu was, you. 
 But let’s say, for any or no reason, any of us wished to inhabit the Cyclopean one-eyed visionary world.

Let’s do it. 

Rather a mess retooling the skull to accommodate a single, central, mini-Sauron eye. But certainly within possibility to blank off or remove one orbit to achieve the same singleness of purposeful sight. Peripheral and distance skills would suffer (initially, though in time one would garner coping skills) but single-minded unblinking determination should flourish to make up for abilities not all that useful to an urban dweller on the phone or before a screen. 

Long gone are the days we needed binocular vision to alert us to predatory wolf or other danger. No, as in absolutely none, home or apartment anywhere in the north country has been invaded by a wild canine or Ursus. 

Other than in transportation, binocular vision isn’t a huge benefit, certainly one that can be addressed through AI or Pilots and Designated Drivers being required as carries of the safety conscious extra eye. 

If you are committed, as I hope you are and I profess to be, to changing not only society but our species for the better, it seems reasonable to seize this moment to surge forward to complete the conquest of biology. 

Sex change was the noble beginning of a greater transformation. I hold vision as a bolder frontier based on the observation I’ve spent far more useful and valuable time using my eyes than I’ve had (not for lack of desire) delving erotic mysteries. The opportunity, the frontier of the future is, so t’ speak, before our eyes. 

Laser-focused cyclopean vision is, in my view, a necessary first sight (not step as that relates to another physical barrier might be replaced by the wheel or track) on the way forward. But, wanting the cake of multi-vision as well as the bread of basic nutrition, I most adamantly (meaning not washy-wishing) support the uncounted possibilities of other-visions. 

Visionary improvement will take considerable time and effort, but eventually we can and must master the ability to breed exceptional vision abilities. 

Thing of, I adjure you, the visionary harmony of fostering the growth of eyes that can (as certain chameleons show us how) swivel in different directions. (Keep in mind that the lessons of these same lizard folk show the way to beating the skin shade limit with changeable coloration!) Why not allow those of our fellow beings who wish it (and are later bred to it) becoming Dual Cyclops with an eye forward and one backward? 

Or, despite my Cyclopean bias, why not pursue the path of improved binocular vision by extending eyes to the temples or even the limits of the outer ear itself? Why continue to overlook the ability to produce and improve the species by reshaping us with active ears able to better serve both hearing and vision? 

Whitman (not The Sampler) said, I pare and phase, “unscrew the locks from the doors and the doors from the jambs.” 

Yes, that’s the way, poetically forward following the amazing trend of gender leadership by freeing ourselves from the shackles of deathly biology. 
 

What might we accomplish no longer bound needing solid food or water? Imagine the air-human taking clean vital energy from the very air, feasting to capacity wafting through a cow barn. 

Or let us swap gills for lungs and live richly planktonic lives singing our hearts delight in oceanic orchestras of cetacean voice penetrating the deeps where ancient frontiers sits submerged. No sense being bound by what has been if we don’t have to. 
 

The abundance of potential should stagger. I particularly like chameleonizing our outers to banish color biases entirely. There’d be no racism or discrimination if there were no races to discriminate in an ever-changing world of blend-right-in to whatever the environment pro (or con) vides. All one in wonderful one-der land. 

 Following the guide of various fellow creatures we might have males able to hand off pouches of sperm to selected heart-throbs for future guilt free, no-strings use. No responsibility. No alimony. Are you with me? 

I hope because too many (for male peace of mind) creatures are prone to eat the generous male contributor where true love redefines what’s for dinner. Having shown we’re able to cast aside the inconvenient female breast, why not use that skill to relocate said globes from front to back. I’d wager on a decided increase of happy couples engaging in slow dance. Seems a no-brainer to me. 

Refiguring the female form to be back-breasted, however, needs careful consideration before we’d attempt repositioning instead of the already mastered skill of removing. Careful consideration. Would more dance along with improved amorous and erotic advances be worth the cost of altering all airliner seats to accommodate the improved feminine form. 

Babes in backpacks would likely adapt easily enough, but a great many seats in travel, waiting rooms, classrooms and general relaxation would need be altered, a cost we might find burdensome.