A Good Result

Back in the early 1980s, my father had one of his rare talks with me where I understood him. I wasn’t doing well in school, he didn’t understand why and I wasn’t certain why I should care other than my father being angry with me. He was always angry with me, so it wasn’t something I felt I could change anyway.

What he said was, “A good student and a good teacher will give you a good result. A bad student and a bad teacher will give you a bad result. A bad student and a good teacher gives you a bad result. A good student and a bad teacher gives you a good result.”

There’s plenty of potential for each one of those sentences to be wrong, but what he was communicating was the responsibility. He was trying to explain to me that I was responsible for my own education. The grades were my fault, but I never had to work in school before then, and I’d fallen behind by a few years.

When people talk about teachers and students, I find myself hearing about poor parenting or bad teachers. Strangely, they never say both are the problem and that could actually be a part of the problem, but I digress.

All of that robs young students – children to teenagers. It robs them of the responsibility that they can take for what they learn, as well as the rewards that come with it beyond silly grades to pass silly tests to impress silly people.

Unfortunately, we live in a world where we have to impress silly people to get silly jobs which, in turn, allow us to earn income so that we might pay for our place on the planet.

We quite literally charge rent for a planet that doesn’t really belong to us, which we’re collectively only now beginning to consider that we might have to manage a bit better. To that end, people with pieces of paper roll out the alphabet behind their names.

If only that alphabet worked in our collective interests. In the name of paying our rent on a planet we don’t really own, we do a lot of strange things. We sell people stuff that they don’t need, things that generally are supposed to elevate the experience of being on the planet from trinkets to games.

We spend a lot of time teaching ways to earn a living to pay that rent. We don’t spend a lot of time teaching about how to learn, about how to progress as a species because we’re so caught up in our own worlds that we don’t really see the world around us.

The education system could help with that, but… if we want a good result and we consider the education system our teacher, maybe we need to consider that individually we are students.

A good student and a good teacher will give you a good result. A bad student and a bad teacher will give you a bad result. A bad student and a good teacher gives you a bad result. A good student and a bad teacher gives you a good result.

A New Way to Smell Roses.

I’ve been thinking a lot as the world has begun to intrude on my thoughts again, the pragmatisms of life and the never-ending bureaucracy run by idiots. For example, tomorrow I will go have to deal with a government office which, on paper, put houses on my land that weren’t there.

When bureaucracy gets that much imagination, we should worry – but really, it was not very creatively sweeping something under the rug that I was made aware of a decade ago, and did try to straighten out. That will likely be a post on KnowProSE.com soon enough.

We get wrapped up in these paper cuts that modern society gives us and we bleed, and some of us lose that strength to climb the ladder to look above the nonsense. There’s a lot of nonsense in modern society we put up with. One person has called it soft slavery, but I think of it as a soft indentureship.

…Soft slavery, on the other hand, is covert. It is neither apparent nor self-evident. Everything is hidden behind comfort, apathy, security, convenience, indifference, and the illusion of freedom. It’s not clear who the slave is. It’s not clear who the master is. And the power dynamic is obscured by an unhealthy hierarchy that leads to public confusion within a chain of obedience that’s based on fear and violence.

Statists, living in a world ruled by nation states and deceived by the illusion of freedom, are more akin to the house slave from the times of hard slavery than to free human beings. The house slave of today is the typical state citizen just going through the motions, unaware of their own slavery. So caught up are they in the “rules” and the “laws” of the land that they cannot see how desperate their situation really is. To the extent that they can see, cognitive dissonance kicks in to squash the uncomfortable feeling to keep their comforting worldview intact…

Overcoming Soft Slavery: Building Perspective Instead of Walls‘, Gary Z McGee, TheMindUnleashed.com, Feb 19th, 2018.

I choose indentureship, perhaps because I understand the distinction between slavery and indentureship. In slavery, they offer you no light at the end of the tunnel and have to pay for your ‘wellbeing’, whereas with indentureship they give you a light off in the distance that might be the end of the tunnel and you pay your own bills.

Even imagination becomes limited by these indentureships, because when there’s enough complexity there’s almost no way to see above it.

Some people find religion helps with that, and I take no issue with it. Marx is often misquoted as saying, “Religion is the opiate of the masses”, when in fact the full quote is much more interesting.

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.”

Marx, Karl. [1843] 1970. “Introduction.” A Contribution to the Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right, translated by A. Jolin and J. O’Malley, edited by J. O’Malley. Cambridge University Press. – via Marxists.org.

I’m no Marxist by any stretch – communism is a failure in so many ways, but that failure is built of truths that it’s own philosophy despised. Communism ignores it’s flaws and comes to an unfortunate end. Socialism is the same thing, Capitalism, Democracy, Anarchy… the list is as complete as our renditions of ignoring the flaws of systems we create. I’m not saying democracy is a failure, but it’s the best we’ve gotten so far we think and we’re definitely seeing some flaws around the world.

One of the interesting things about all of these systems is that fundamentally, they are thought of because of flaws in the preceding systems. Marx thought life should be more fair, as an example, and what he laid out was a framework built around fixing that flaw and what he was willing to sacrifice to do so. Like every other system.

We don’t imagine systems because we’re stuck in them, and when we do dare imagine a new system it’s defined largely by the old system. The more complex the old system, the more flaws to deal with, and… we get a paralysis as the complex systems fail. We have invested so much into them we don’t want to see them fail, and yet we see it around the world how systems are failing.

Where a baby horse first begins walking we are amazed. It happens within hours. To live in modern society, it takes about 18 years maybe to start ‘walking’ for we in a civilized society, and even then there are those that don’t get it right and end up outside the boundaries of what is acceptable, or right, or just.

When we see good people on the wrong side of those boundaries in our every day lives, when we take off our societal blinders, we need to realize that maybe something is wrong. If we believe something is worth keeping, we should keep it. That’s how bees end up with influencing flowers. Over thousands of years, they have defined the flowers they visit.

Too often we get lost in the busy work of the bee and forget that we’re also defining the flowers of the future, themselves living things.

It’s hard to think of systems of government as flowers, isn’t it? We do need some core system, and maybe what we’re looking at just doesn’t fit that anymore.

Clearly, we’ve been focusing on the manure. The plant is grown, set, and ready for us to look beyond to what we really want to drag out of the future.

There was a time when we were not so caught up in ourselves and thought of the generations to come. Maybe it’s time to smell the roses.

Do I have answers? No. But I have a lot of questions.

Civilizations Fall

Old Stadium [Explored]Let’s take a moment and think about any civilization that fell – they all do at some point. If you’re living in the time when the civilization was great, you see things differently from that of the edge of the abyss.

We forget that civilizations don’t happen in one lifetime, but across many.

I’m sure that Roman children were told for generations how great Rome was. About the heroes that went before, about the honor of their armies, the wonders of their technologies, and how backward other places were. And these things were true when they happened, but they became less true as the civilization wandered it’s way to it’s demise. We can talk about the how, the why, the when (the where is obvious), but that’s not the point of this. There are plenty of people out there writing about that.

Think instead of being one of those Roman children, a plebian, growing up believing all of the great things that they were told about the Roman empire… towards the end of the period of that empire. Proud but not having contributed to something that they inherited – by design. Things start getting worse, so people get blamed – then entire peoples.

Imagine what they felt as they saw the truth break through the narrative that they had been sold, falling under it’s own weight because to forge an empire takes less strength and stamina than to maintain it. Imagine the denial of what was plain to see.

Now take a look around.

Steppenwolf

The Sky stares back

There are times when I look over my land and see civilization – what we call civilization – at a distance.

Standing there, I can see the cars pass on the nearby highway where a government took my land years ago with a promise of payment yet to be seen. I can see the road a cousin pushed for to access his own property, having moved most of the rubbish from my section – garbage that people dropped where they thought not that it would be found, but where they would not be seen. I can see a massive house built on land that someone has not yet bought from me because they don’t have the money together yet. Like a photographer’s work, anchored in one perspective, it is easy to wonder what all this ‘civilization’ has done for me. ‘Civilization’ takes, it gives nothing to me.

I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray who finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (1927)

Truth be told, this world of civilization is mostly silly and often hideous, sometimes a direct combination of both. It used to be harder for me to float from perspective to perspective, to truly see things from as many sides as I do, and then it becomes a matter of finding the sweet spot where the perspectives connect.

So much of our human resourcefulness comes from having multiple ways to describe the same situations—so that each one of those different perspectives may help us to get around the deficiencies of the other ones.

–  Marvin Minsky (2006) The Emotion Machine

And yet floating between perspectives becomes something that fewer seem interested in – more interested instead in the snapshots of a world where they can ‘win’, where the ugly parts of the world are removed either by omission or by cosmetics. Slaves to considering one perspective and almost never agreeing on it, masses of people metaphorically march behind slogans and images in a machination of the bureaucracy that they abhor in part, but not en totale.

From this distance, it’s hard to tell the difference between them and the machinations of bureaucracy being protested against.

The likeness of man, once a high ideal, is in process of becoming a machinemade article. It is for madmen like us, perhaps, to ennoble it again.

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (1927)

It is too bad that this ‘civilization’ is necessary to do as I wish, a misfortune I did not ask for, but I like my vantage.

I will stay here.

A beginning