I have to apologize to my parents and siblings, but I’ve been “adopting” extra family members for years. Usually, it’s because I share an intellectual or personality kinship with the person, and at the time, I would be proud to have that individual, that unique being, that “collective refuser” as a family member.
However, secretly, unbeknownst to anyone (including the franchise owners and legal heirs of Trek), I have decided that I would adopt Spock as an older brother.
I can hear that question screaming silently even now: Why?
Spock symbolized the epitome of successful hybridization. His father was a Vulcan ambassador, and his mother was a human linguist from Sol (normal people just call it the Sun, but that’s so geocentric). He was equally comfortable in his father’s world as his mother’s world. Although he understood his father’s world better, he seemed to need the challenge of his mother’s world to shape him and help him transform into a better human being.
He often tried being solely in just one world. It never seemed to work.
He was assigned to a ship from his mother’s world with humans. However, he often went back to Vulcan to visit, usually not for personal reasons. Whether it was the TV series, the movies, or the books, it was usually to clean up some mess caused by individuals who tried to make him choose a single world. He so tried to do the right thing that he followed Kolinahr. The nearest Sol concept is asceticism to the max. Vulcans eschew all emotion, and Kolinahr takes this emotional “hatred” to the next level; technically, though, it’s not hatred, it’s a supreme control and mastery.
But, his mother’s world called him to solve a problem, and he never finished the final phase, as far as I can tell from everything I’ve read or seen. And his mother’s world could be quite the challenge. I’d bet that even if you really knew a person, including personality and beliefs, you could only guess the next move 80% of the time. And yet, unless under the influence of biological issues, all you ever see is a raised eyebrow.
And there are times he is so rule-bound you’d think he had Aspergers. He can quote chapter and verse of all Starfleet codes from memory (and as I recall other worlds and cultures as well). The logic with which he argues is impeccable (actually, almost drool-worthy for a sapiosexual, but I digress). Somehow, though, the imperfect humans around him, embodied by Kirk and McCoy, get him to think outside the box about the spirit of the rules as well as the letter.
I guess the reason I really would want Spock as a sibling is he is a straight-shooter. There is limited deceit. He clearly states when he doesn’t know things and when he doesn’t understand things. Although he himself cannot tolerate (or maybe display) emotion, he lets the people around him be themselves and speak and act as they need to in order to accomplish whatever task is facing the team.
Maybe, in this case, art provides an example for life to imitate. If we could all be as Spock, not the unemotional, logical, mechanistic individual, but the stalwart, faithful friend who is himself and lets others be themselves, maybe we could work toward a world that works together and denominations that begin to unite in service to a common Spirit working all things unto good for those who love God by loving their fellow man well.