Creating Order, Returning to Chaos.
Just heard “Linus & Lucy’s Theme” from Vince Guraldi on RadioParadise, and had one of those sudden on-rushes of thought that, I think, are supposed to inspire these bloggy things. I am constantly amazed by the amount of entropy-reversal or order-creation that a living critter represents. Courtesy of extrasomatic knowledge storage, we human beasties seem to have a bit of an edge on the others here on earth. The point is, the point of all our explorations is to return to the place we began, and to know it for the first time. No, really: Think about it. You collect the lessons of a lifetime’s experiences, then what? Because when we die, all that order we’ve created is lost. Sometimes, due to the processes of aging, we lose that created-order LONG before dying. But it’s all gone folks. Every person, no matter how you may class them as “inferior” they still represent a huge amount of energy expended in creating order. So we aren’t to be faulted for trying to pass this value along. Especially our nerdier fellow babies, the ones who think their “wisdom” must be shared at every opportunity. Or our parents. We have to humor them, let them prattle on, pretend to listen, make a point of noting the context of the lesson they’re giving us, and try like hell not to repeat their learning-experience where they can see it. Because sure as time moves forward, we will not have internalized that lesson and thus benefitted from their lesson. Nope, we’re smarter, smoother, and have more mad skillz, surely that won’t hurt as much as they ...wait, it hurts MORE. Dammit. Maybe this is wisdom, maybe I’m finally getting it. The idea is to hold on less-tightly, to let the rest around you MAKE the same mistakes (because your lesson would be as ignored as you would’ve ignored theirs). And try to enjoy that flow of mistake-making. After all, it didn’t kill you to make it, why not let them learn, then share in a supportive way, the shared experience? Sit together and watch the NEXT guy discover it. This is, like all these entries, ill edited, and rambling. Perhaps one day, this will inspire more ordered thinking in someone: because we do stand on the shoulders of those who walked this beach before us.