Well, it’s been a quiet day in Meadville, Pennsylvania and the roads are bad and my toes are warm because I am wearing my polka dot slippers.
Thanks for your input on OtherSpeak: frank and generous, engaged and kind. There is a saying, Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will answer both no and yes. This comes to mind at a time like this, yes it does. And then there is The Boss, whose opinion is the trump card. But he owes me a small decision in my favor, as there have been many recent and large ones in his. In short, we will think on it until the New Year, and let you know if submissions open.
OtherSpeak may be extra fun and palatable and disruptive if I toss in this tidbit I thought of: I may happen to sneak in an anonymous post or two of my own, with a pseudonym. So you had better be paying attention here.
I have been editing manuscripts for others, namely my father – which is an exhilaration all its own, to mark his illustrious and beautiful work with red ink.
And I have been thinking wild things.
I have been thinking about my understanding of history, which is pretty much like this:
And I have been comparing it with my husband’s understanding of history, which is more like this:
One day I say to my son, who is old enough to enjoy this kind of thing, although he usually shuts me down soon: “What do you think we will look back on later in the world’s timeline and wonder how we could have missed so completely?” For example, before germs were discovered people thought that sickness was caused by bad air, or toxic substances in our own intestines. Now we look back and think, “How could they not have known to wash their hands and sterilize their medical instruments? It’s just common sense.” What will we look back on later and finally understand, seeing through our present-day explanations and filling in the gaps?
Take sleep, for example, which we do not really understand. Why do we need it? How do we fall into it? How do we climb out of it? What does it do?
What if in the future, we learn to consciously perform acts in our brains and bodies that accomplish the restorations of sleep, without sleeping? It’s not inconceivable. Think how we would look back and say, “Those poor people. For thousands of years, they wasted a third of their lives trying to rejuvenate themselves.”
That was the point where he shut me down. “Mom. We know a lot about sleep.” And he pulled up a YouTube explanation to prove it.
Which, as I shared with him, does not address my point: that in certain things we are surely, undoubtedly, regrettably ignorant – but only our great-grandchildren will know.
Then he got on his hoverboard to make emptying the dish drainer more fun, and I stirred the ground beef browning on the stove.
What fields of ignorance do you think we are currently plowing? Or are you also mounting your hoverboard?