I spent a good amount of last week with a high fever. I had some thoughts. I can't dress them up, because I'm not sure what they should wear.
We are in a time where connectivity with one another is apparently high, but these mediums might be running roughshod over ourselves, or at least we suspect as much.
Hearing a voice that might be patient, I also feel the vibrations of sands moving under my feet. My listening typically incorprates the anticipation of my next move, and the dishonest building of context with materials that I have just picked up.
This noise we hear might be the hum of progress, the Symphony of the Meta, but it could also be a bearing gone bad. As always, it is likely a bit of All the Above.
There's some sort of useful neoclassicism laying around here, but we haven't uncovered it yet. Take this for what you will, but you probably can't wash your own impatience out of it. When you can, I think we will be there.
My car doesn't start with a normal "key", its a push button. We spent a weekend about 5 hours from our home, at the Outer Banks, it was beautiful. My daughter has developed a habit of throwing things in the trash. When we went to checkout, my key "fob" was nowhere to be found.
Normally, a locksmith or even a dealer could fashion a new key. But this new "technology" meant that they needed to special order a key. 5-7 days. I have to rent a car. Something as simple as a little "fob" has rocked our world for two days now.
I've scoured all the dealerships in the Carolina's for one. Finally found it.
"Hum of progress?" I'll stick with a "key"
Sorry for hijacking your craziness, I just needed a rant and thought it was tangentially related.
I've had more than a couple friends leave they're keys in the garage, only to realize when they get to their destination that they can no longer start their car and they are miles from home, where their key is sitting.
Come to think of it, one of those friends is you, isn't it?
One time, I started my car and then realized I forgot something in my house. I went back inside and left my keys on the counter. I then traveled 30 minutes away from my house to a meeting, took the meeting and went back out to my car to start it. Obviously, I couldn't because I did not have my key fob. I had to call the woman who watches my daughter to have her get my fob off of the counter and drive it to me.
Keys are superior. Like mk said, fobs solve no problem I had, but they have created ones I didn't have.
This sentiment permeates humankind throughout the ages. I don't think it's any different now, except perhaps that it is accelerated. It is likely that people during the industrial age felt the same way, and perhaps wrote something similar.
This is probably true to differing degrees. However, although I find the question of what we want and what we need interesting, I think the more interesting question has to do with our blindspots. Not only are we solving problems at an unprecedented rate, but we are ignoring other paths faster than we have been previously capable. Sure, there's probably room for 'mindfulness' and familiar techniques like that, but I think there are also better narratives that we haven't yet synthesized. If I had any guess, it would have something to do with social sentiment, high fantasy, and individual creation.