Humanities (Lack of) Progress

At first there was the mathematicians. They loved telling everyone about the wonders of counting and adding and subtracting. They shared with everyone, the world got a little better, but not all the way. So they fought harder to be understood. A wibblewobble of doubt and uncertainity, tending to infinity but never quite getting there.

They knew they had a discovered a truth. And if only people understood. Maybe it was THE truth. Maybe the people who didn’t understand were the liars and snakes and schemers from that story they heard that one time. Who wanted nothing but to watch they world burn.

Eventually people lost interest in the strange mathematicians. But they were intruiging. So they left them to their numbers and their confusing thoughts. Parading the truth of which they had not found, but they were sure they had.

With numbers now a lost art for only the most clever. We fell in love with religion. This truth was rich and sometimes flawed but maybe we just didn’t understand. They shared with everyone, the world got a little better, but not all the way. So they fought harder to be understood. A wibblewobble of doubt and uncertainity, tending to heaven but never quite getting there.

They knew they had a discovered a truth. And if only people understood. Maybe it was THE truth. Maybe the people who didn’t understand were the liars and snakes and schemers from that story they heard that one time. Who wanted nothing but to watch they world burn.

Eventually people lost interest in the strange religious people. Parading the truth of which they had not found, but were sure they had.

With numbers and religion now antiquated curiosities that SHOULD have saved us. We fell in love with machines. Their truth was rich and sometimes flawed but maybe we just didn’t understand. We shared with everyone, the world got a little better, but not all the way. So they fought harder to be understood. A wibblewobble of doubt and uncertainity, designing so close utopia but never quite getting there.

They knew they had a discovered a truth. And if only people understood. Maybe it was THE truth. Maybe the people who didn’t understand were the liars and snakes and schemers from that story they heard that one time. Who wanted nothing but to watch they world burn.

Eventually people lost interest in the strange technology people. Parading the truth of which they had not found, but were sure they had.

Then along came a scared man who knew how little he knew, and he could feel it in others too. Saying the truth calmed him, and he loved others that spoke only truth and found he could do it without needing rest.

One day he discovered the truth. All of the words and ideas we use, reason from one dangerous dividing idea. A cult isn’t lots of lies, it’s lots of truth, and a small unnoticeable lie. Maybe they weren’t bad people, who wanted nothing but to feel a little bit more certain about an uncontrollable future.

Maybe none of us want to watch the world burn. Maybe we all want to understand and we tried. Maybe we never wanted to give up on religion, numbers or technology as they all felt so close but then they bit us and went to hide in isolation.

Maybe now it’s time to take the last step. To pull out this stupidity at the root and get back to what matters; living. Who knows how long we have. We already know what matters. But our thoughts cloud us. Our feelings guide us, and our behaviours show our true intent. Always.

No one is truly irrational, until they start to believe other people are truly irrational. No one can talk to snakes. Because maybe it’s not possible, because to maybe talk to snakes, you have to be the most rational person in the world.

To be afraid of someone who looks like they can talk to snakes. That’s fear. That’s irrationality. No one is scheming behind anyones back and if they are they’re doing it for reasons that will melt away once they realise everyone is just as scared as they are.

We never left the garden of eden. The snake was a lie to make us think we had, and that there was an “other” to blame. We are rational social animals, fighting eachother with irrationality. Hiding from the demons of our own mental making. Ghosts and Monsters maybe existed in our feelings, but we should never have let them exist as real thoughts.

We have a sense for that ‘bullshit’. It’s our defense against acting against our own and everyone elses interest. But we never trusted ourselves when we saw bullshit. Because there is so much bullshit.

A selfish social animal atrophys in plain view, not because they don’t care, but because they isolate because they think they can’t be saved. We are a pack and herd and solo creature. Nothing more complicated. Alone with thoughts is torture. Together with pain is healing.

Everyone can be understood. Just keep listening, and reassuring them when they see monsters and ghosts, not that they are wrong. But maybe they’re just explaining their feelings the best they can. Gift people calm words and stop when they want to talk. And let them rest. We each know our own realities best.

Just my take. I can’t wait to hear yours. We never learn from talking over someone. We always learn from talking with people. Listening and sharing through the silence but stopping. Way faster than hiding away.

Now if everyone is done crying, I’m 6ft 5inch, with size 15 feet, and the toilet on the planes in this country are objecitvely smaller than me. That would be a good problem to start shining the light of rationality on. My mums lung capacity is below 50% and I can’t help her more than lifting the burden of humanities folly. I need your help.

No rush, one thing at a time. As a species, we have got this.

I see you. 
I maybe understand you. 
I know you should stop being so hard on yourself. (Yes even you).
Start always looking on both the dark and bright sides of life. It is time.