Honorable
Pursuits?
Guy
McPherson
3
August, 2015
I
don’t care whether the world’s going to end tomorrow or it’s
going to go on forever. What difference does it make to
me? I’m still going to do the same thing I do every day which is to
love, serve, remember, love, serve, remember, love, serve, remember
… (Ram
Dass)
I’ve
written about pursuing a life of service, most notably nearly
six years ago in this space.
Back then, I had hope in and for humanity. I was deluded by the
idealism I was pursuing and promoting within the academy.
Now
I live in the world of actual people, most of whom spend much of
their time acting like narcissistic, self-absorbed fools. Indulge me,
please, as I present a few contrary behaviors. You’ll note that I
promote these behaviors, while often falling well short of achieving
them. They seem absurd to most people with whom I interact. They are
absurd if one’s pursuits are motivated by money.
Exhibit
1: The pursuit of excellence.
As regular visitors to this space know, I encourage the pursuit of
excellence. I purposely don’t define the term. Surely the typical
reader has access to a dictionary. Surely excellence means different
things to different people. Surely one can find excellence beyond the
echo chamber of the dominant culture. If not, then idealism and its
pursuit are not relevant. Go back to your treadmill, bearing in mind
the dominant culture’s motto: Must
go faster!
Not
different. Not better. Not with introspection, and certainly not with
merit. The dominant culture is not a meritocracy. Rather, quantity is
the only quality that matters. Must
go faster!
Exhibit
2: The pursuit of love.
As regular visitors to this space know, I encourage the pursuit of
love. I purposely don’t define the word or its pursuit.
Surely the
typical reader has access to a dictionary. Surely love and its
pursuit mean different things to different people. Surely one can
find love beyond the echo chamber of the dominant culture. If not,
then love and its pursuit are not relevant. Go back to your lifeless
existence, pursuing green pieces of paper and digits on a computer
screen. Go back to the sociopathy promoted by the dominant culture
and its “winners.”
If
greed is your only god, the sociopaths assume control. This culture
has arrived into this least desirable of states, fully consumed with
consumption. The dominant culture presumes more is always better,
when more
refers to consumable items.
When, instead, the issues in question are
more difficult to measure than green pieces of paper and digits on a
computer screen, the dominant culture proclaims the issues irrelevant
or harmful. Integrity, psychological health, emotional well-being,
and personal conscious are beyond the realm of simple measurement.
The maxim often incorrectly
attributed to Einstein
— not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything
that can be counted counts — reveals itself accurate within moments
of simple introspection. It’s small wonder introspection is
disparaged by the dominant culture.
Educator
Howard
Gardner wrote about the improper focus of the public education system
more than 30 years ago. The situation has become much worse during
the intervening three decades. The notion of intelligence
beyond language and numeracy is anathema to a culture intent upon
counting everything,
most of which doesn’t count.
Exhibit
3: A life of service.
As regular visitors to this space know, I encourage the pursuit of
service. I purposely don’t define the word or its pursuit. Surely
the typical reader has access to a dictionary. Surely service and its
pursuit mean different things to different people. Surely one can
find a life of service beyond the echo chamber of the dominant
culture. If not, then service and its pursuit are not relevant. Go
back to evaluating your own success as done by others in this
culture: the acquisition of fiat currency.
Serving
financially poor humans instead of the dominant culture is viewed as
bizarre. Imagine, then, the idea of providing service to non-human
species. Or to providing service to the structures and functions that
allow other species to persist. Think soil. Think hydrology. Think,
at all.
I’m
routinely asked why I’m a fatalist. How, people ask, could I “give
up” on our species? How could I promote inaction?
I’m
not a fatalist, and I don’t promote inaction. But I don’t think
the universe spent 13.8 billion years just to come up with Homo
sapiens.
I’m not fatalistic about non-human species. I do not believe we’re
any more special than the myriad non-human species with which we
share the planet.
Most
people I meet happily support the dominant culture. They are pleased
to support the status quo, content that their grandchildren or
great-grandchildren will die horribly as a result of industrial
civilization. They are ecstatic to kill the biosphere as long as they
get to maintain their lives of privilege.
Exhibit
4: Practicing a gift economy.
As regular visitors to this space know, I practice and promote a gift
economy. This approach was used for the initial 2.8 million years of
the genus Homo.
For only about the last 5,000 years have some humans practiced a
system of currency based on debt.
Note
that a gift economy does not entail giving everything all the time.
Nor does it require “keeping track” of the monetary worth of
items and services; indeed, that approach seems contrary to the
concept of gifting. Rather, we are embedded within a system that
essentially requires monetary exchange, at least some of the time.
My
attempts to practice a gift economy have largely failed. It’s been
primarily a one-way street, with about a -95% return rate (and no,
I’m not keeping track … at least, not closely). And yet when I
seek a small monetary return on my large investment in time, the
disparagement comes like an avalanche. It seems empathy is a
little-used characteristic in this culture.
I
could write more, but surely the point is clear. I’m certain there
are many other contrary examples, and any number can play. How will
you act in your short time on this most wondrous of planets? Who are
you? Who will you be?
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