Whilst reading Michio Kaku’s “Physics of the Impossible” Melon suddenly realizes that he might not be Melon; he might be the pivotal construct of a belief system which embraces genocide, slavery, racial superiority and other infantile and endlessly dangerous notions.
This makes Melon experience self-doubt. He finds himself unable to answer the question “Does Melon exist?”
He asks himself “What are the main chemical elements of Melon?” Perhaps Melon is made out of unicorn molecules; maybe Melon is an alloy of copper and tin.
Melon suspects he might be made out of the fevered imaginings of long-dead misogynists and racists, conjured up from the alarming thoughts of men of excessive and unnecessary violence.
But he is not allowed to say this.
“Saying we get our morality from the Bible is a bit like saying that we get our sense of rhythm from disco music,” says Melon, by way of compensation.