Missing Middle

Since the rise of agricultural civilization, wealth has always been unequal. A small rich elite floated over the “masses”. Admittedly, in both groups, there were variations, sometimes major. But to speak of the rulers and the ruled pretty much said it all .

For a while during the turmoil of world exploration and industrial revolution, there came to be a myth of a “middle class”, neither rich nor poor, in control of their lives but not lording it over everyone. American economists continue to focus on this fairy tale which is no longer even partially true .

In the scientific, automated, predatory modern economy there is truly only a normal curve of wealth distribution. Sure, there is still a middle, but it is not defined by the endpoints. Most people in first world economies are affluent beyond the dreams of their ancestors. Even if “poor” they have food, shelter, clothing, dignity, and hope. Even if “rich” they fear they may lose a gamble once too often and drop out of the top percentile .

More importantly, from the economists’ viewpoint, it is impossible to define what “middle class” means. The marker once taken for granted – the suburban nuclear family with one man the breadwinner – no longer exists as a reliable guidepost .

The point is that we should abandon any desire to fortify a non-existent “middle class”. We need to concentrate on basic minimum living standards for all, and how to pay for them. “Work”, for example, may or may not be involved. We need fresh new viewpoints, and strategies as old certainties mutate or vanish .

Human

Sages calmly explain “we are just another animal.” Other sages claim that “surely in infinite space there are others just like us”. Adventurers announce humanity will soon spread to the solar system and beyond. Cyberneticists predict we will develop and give way to the next mechanical stage of consciousness .

They are wrong .

The difference between human consciousness and that of other animals is like the difference between an amoeba and a drop of water. The evolution of human consciousness depended on a series of unlikely fortunate accidents. Anything may be possible in “infinite space”, but in a universe that is merely ALMOST infinite most stuff is flat out impossible. Our only comfortable home is this planet. Our “mechanical descendants” are only like us in bad science fiction, no more akin than that drop of water and amoebas.

We have been told that the great shock of modern times was that “man” discovered “he” was not the center of the universe. Another great shock may be the realization that you, I, and each human is, in fact, the ONLY meaning in the universe. Right here, right now. 

That may take a little while to settle in, just as it took a while for the older myths to be swept away. For those becoming aware, however, it means we must treasure ourselves, our planet, and each other as never before. 

We are probably all there is .

Old Minds

I’ve become increasingly distressed by the advanced age of our leadership. With modern medicine, people who should have been dead live a very long time. As someone almost 80, with many friends and relatives in the same bracket, I can’t help but notice changes in our mental processes .  Often rapid and unexpected and worrisome.  

Cultural judgment tries to be kind, on a scale of normality. An elder can be “sharp as a tack”, senile, ” busy as a bee”, “sitting all day doing nothing”. But all these judgments by younger folks really miss the point .

The aged have accumulating ongoing problems. Some are physical constraints, aches, ailments requiring treatment. Some are mental degradation with forgetfulness, sleeplessness, and brittle angry reactions to change. Some is simple sensory softness .

But all of that misses the point. After all, much younger people may have many of the same issues and be just dandy .

No, what worries me about leaders – because I see it in myself and others – is lack of sensible reaction. Because of underlying physical conditions, advanced seniors live angrily or passively in the moment. They take each minor conflict as a major slight, they overreact on grudges, they impulsively just do things to get them over with. Their long-term memory is often excellent, but their intermediate memory is gone or irrelevant to their decisions. We lack fundamental common sense. We always believe the last person or thing we heard .

Okay for me. Not so great for leading a nuclear nation .

Handcrafted

Not so long ago, “untouched by human hands” was a source of pride and a selling point. No low-class laborer had touched and possibly corrupted your product. New technology and machines were glamorous, shiny marvels, heralding a better life .

“Handcrafted” has now made a comeback. Like “bespoke”, it signifies that one is wealthy enough to rise above the common. A handcrafted candle or sweater or any artisan artifact is just SO much better than mindless cookie cutter productions .

Of course, the two currents intermix. Lately food service workers are required to wear latex gloves. There is still glamor in acquiring a machine like a cleaning robot ahead of everyone else. And we truly take for granted that most stuff is NOT touched by human hands, even though it may be the result of sweatshop conditions in distant lands .

Both viewpoints have their virtues, depending on time and place. Machine products are often elegant, functional, and inexpensive. Handcrafted articles contain a human element of thoughtful construction, a touch of true artisanship. We appreciate the basic abundance even though we may sometimes highly value the unique .

Like the rest of our lives, complicated but basically a very good change to human culture .

Listener

I’ve never been an alpha male. I have stubborn firm beliefs and ideas, but both my size and temperament have caused me to keep them inbound. I’ll contribute when appropriate, rarely try to force a viewpoint down anyone’s throat. Before going very far, I’ve always found it very useful to listen with concentration. That habit makes it surprisingly easy to get along with almost anyone. 

Our natural tendency in this media-driven culture is “I talk, therefore I am”. Listening becomes a mere mental intake breath, unconscious and oblivious, as we formulate what we must say next. So it pleasantly surprises anyone when you actually pay attention to what they are saying and let yourself respond to that .

Such an apparently passive conversational style is often regarded as wimpy acceptance, like the apocryphal 98 pound weakling having sand kicked on him by the big bully in the comic books of my youth. I rather find it a useful sieve. Without automatic deep engagement (with me trying to be the ringmaster), I can quietly decide if continuing interaction is worth it, and if so how I want to proceed.

I often learn quite a lot, and people remain friendly. Nevertheless, I remain internally certain of most of what I have learned and absorbed. It’s almost impossible to rock my core beliefs. I just don’t care to argue. I suspect most others – bullies included – are just as adamant..

Of course, in this blog format, nobody talks back !

Sausage

I’ve taken to habitually cooking a pot of spaghetti every month. Then I doctor some tomato sauce and add hot Italian sausage and onions. I hear the gasps .

In this age of internet prudes,”ultra processed foods” are the quick road to death. Sausage hovers near the top of the list, although with a bit of guilt lots of people continue to consume lots of hot dogs and cold cuts. Actually, what I use is no more processed than unfrozen hamburger – raw pork bits with spices. Not claiming it’s a health food but …

Sausage, of course, is famous as a metaphor. Turning nasty parts that nobody wants of a dead animal into a formless chunky mix of whatever stuffed into cleaned intestines. The results – cured or merely cooked – became staples of the diet. In days before refrigeration, a very useful way to store meat. Back then, of course, no internet fanatics .

Language use extended to describing it as the same methodology by which legislation in a democracy is passed. “Sausage making” is uglier than “log rolling” and both terms are left out of elementary simple civics texts. But for better or worse pretty much true .

Me? I’m already too old to worry about consequences. I savor each food I like as a marvelous gift. I’m even willing to chew it slowly and be very thankful for the flavor.

I do turn off the internet when doing so .