Written by Kim

 

First a quote from a highly respected friend.

“No scent is as wonderful as that of freshly dug soil. Oh – the scent of grass and air after a thunderstorm comes close. And I loved having my bare hands right in the soil – I never used gardening gloves unless I had to deal with brambles and such.”

Outwardly this quote celebrates the senses of touch and smell.  But in the subconscious it goes much further as sight, taste and hearing also play a part in the complex interaction of sensory perception.  Then that sensory kaleidoscope meets with our ability to reason and think, an acknowledgement of being human and living in the real world.  A world in which we belong and a world in which we have evolved to inhabit.

Turning soil can be repetitive.  That is not to say it is not productive but it can be done to some degree in a state of automation.  

Time to dream and explore mind and senses …

Repetition allows the distraction needed to free the mind.  As we allow our conscious mind to deal with the ticking clock we escape into the realms of the subconscious.

Digging the new vegetable patch is such a moment.

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Drudgery has been taken away by machines and mass production.  We have been freed from many of the hardships of life.  Pain has been taken away by drugs.  Drugs defined beyond pharmaceuticals.  There are many easy options and many opportunities to save oneself from the difficulties of life.  Routines can become habits and habits can become addictions and addictions prisons.

Sharing can be an unselfish act.  There is a theory that all our actions are, in some way, selfish.  In questioning why we do what we do and discerning what is selfish or unselfish we wander into an area that can be difficult to navigate.  

Human behaviour has evolved over such a time it has become embedded into our DNA.  To question is a natural action and part of that evolution. To question is the basis of all scientific endeavour.  Instinctively we know what is right and what is wrong, what is good and what is bad.  We have an inherent moral compass, a compass that can be found wanting in more than one direction.  Guilt and selfishness are both destructive emotions.

(Be careful to keep a distance between fork and foot) 

Addiction, obsession and dogma will help remove the pain and hardship of questioning.  They can produce subconscious arguments that are self-fulfilling, hiding oneself from reality.

There are rational and practical arguments for the removal of mundane matters.  The freedom acquired comes with responsibilities and a void to fill.

Consider at least two directions in our paths.  Regression or progression, idleness or productivity, retreat or advance, ultimately bringing happiness or sorrow.  We may travel in either direction multiple times in a lifetime not always out of choice.

(The soil is full of promise as each clod is turned)

It must always be more important to know ‘how’ one thinks rather than ‘what’ one thinks.  That is an argument for the humanities over the sciences.  The consequences of literature, art, history, as well as human morality, culture, and values will always trump technology, geology or any of the other ‘ologies’ that deal with ‘what’ we know about our environment.

If only it were that simple. The truth is a balance where the two are inextricably intertwined.  A ‘model’ that creates a conflict between two aspects of human endeavour must surely be fundamentally flawed?

Is our method of questioning purpose, or indeed our method of thinking, fundamentally flawed?

(How sweet is the Robin, watching me from the bush: friendship without commitment)

At some point AI will solve the problems of science and so scientists will become ‘technicians’ until even that occupation becomes redundant.

What will we be left with?  Will decisions be about what we want to happen, how we want to live, what is our purpose, and basically, who we are or can become?  At that point the Technological Age will be over, brought down to that of the Iron Age, and another ‘age’ of human enlightenment will begin.  Perhaps a Second Reformation.

On the other hand if we continue on our quest for ultimate technology the real world may be eclipsed by the virtual world.  This is already happening with smart phones where a mixed reality of social media and a reliance on apps takes away real world experience, with a thousand emoji.  Is mixed reality, then augmented reality, the slippery slope to a loss of real world ability and independence?  How appealing is the sound of ‘virtual’ reality, but is it not artificial or synthetic reality?  How language matters.  How meanings are lost.

As we move towards Christmas and the New Year, time reminds us all that beginnings have ends.  Likewise all ends give opportunities for new beginnings. In the human world we have no control over time or the workings of the universe.  No one can save us from death but we strive to do our best while we are alive.

(Break down that clod without killing the worm)

Unfortunately there is another consideration to factor in.

Where the frailty and vulnerability of humans has always allowed for plenty of personal mistakes, our weaknesses and ignorance also allow for manipulation, control and predation by those who seek power.

Greed, lust, pride, guilt, fear, dogma: there are plenty of demons.  Technology is the new ‘tool’ of the jailer.  Not technology itself but our obsession with it.  Those controllers design the technological toys to escalate addiction, obsession and reliance.

Are we neglecting our emotional and mental health, cutting away our spiritual roots and corrupting our moral compass for the convenience and comfort afforded by technology?  By choosing the deception created by someone else’s reality we ignore the wonders of the real world.  In forfeiting our own privacy, freedoms and individual independence, one world eclipses the other.

Information and communication have never been better.  The value of temptation is known by those who wield power.  They are not saddled with the weight of guilt or the need for balance, their moral compass broke a long time ago.

(Remove that piece of couch grass and the bindweed.  Those pernicious weeds will have their own place but not here)

By corrupting and controlling science they control the mother of technology.  By owning technology they own those obsessed with technology.  The evidence is all around us and becoming clearer by the day.  ‘Smart’ is not smart primarily for us to benefit from, but a tool with which to manage us.  In the emerging virtual world of the metaverse will we have the colour and diversity of the real world?  Will our experiences belong to us?  Will limitations, responsibilities and consequences be selective and imposed?  

Living in a prison where privacy and independence do not exist, we will eat virtual bread and drink virtual water.

Attempts to understand and deal with mass psychosis is not just a battle with those that wish us harm, and surely they exist, but a spiritual struggle within ourselves.  Rediscovering reality and deciding what really matters.  Rethinking how we think and asking ourselves “what do we want to become?”

“The Lord grant that we may all be tillers of the soil” (Nikolai Gogol)

We will find our own Xanadu, but it won’t be easy.

As the space ship docks and the final notes of Strauss’s Blue Danube wisp into the ether the tick of the metronome surfaces only to be replaced by the sound of a clock.

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Well, that is the new vegetable patch dug. What now … ah yes: garden compost!  Pay attention now …