a thoughtful web.
Good ideas and conversation. No ads, no tracking.   Login or Take a Tour!
comment by thefoundation
thefoundation  ·  4106 days ago  ·  link  ·    ·  parent  ·  post: What Will It Take For Us To Dream Again?

And that leads to a discussion I was having the other day about 'cultural ratcheting'. How we as a species have been able to pass down non-vital knowledge throughout generations which allows us to develop as a species. Don't take it as a bad thing that you were formed from the thoughts and beliefs of others, but try and make it into your own. The human species is special because we can pass on knowledge, I think it is now our job to continue the cycle and present new information to others. Even if you don't think up some new crazy idea or anything, you can be important by teaching your kids valuable lessons you learned in life which helps them out, and maybe they can invent something cool, you never know.





BLOB_CASTLE  ·  4106 days ago  ·  link  ·  

I completely agree. Over time, an idea can change from one thing to another, to another, to another...and all because of the other ideas thrown into the pot along with it. Add some oregano, the smell changes. Add some salt, the taste changes. And, every now and then, people will do crazy things like add hot sauce and ice cream to the concoction. The foundation of your beliefs changes, but what is in the pot is still you.

This reminds me of one of my favorite quote from Fahrenheit 451:

    And someday, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out our hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right. We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks. I want to see everything now. And while none of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it'll all gather together inside and it'll be me. Look at the world out there, my God, my God, look at it out there, outside me, out there beyond my face and the only way to really touch it is to put it where it's finally me, where it's in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times ten thousand a day. I get hold of it so it'll never run off. I'll hold onto the world tight someday. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.