Supermarket

I am enchanted by the miracle of supermarkets. Others complain of high prices, spot shortages. They dream of olden days when “heritage vegetables” had more taste, or “Paleolithic diets” fortified our ancestors, or …

Until recently, most people ate spare, monotonous diets and famine was always lurking right around the corner. I never envy those ancient times .

Four unrelated inventions have been necessary, along with all the other ignored benefits of modern times. Rapid reliable bulk transportation, refrigeration, manufacture of fertilizer from air, mechanized grain farming. Without all these, food would be limited, expensive, and supermarkets could not exist .

Some pine for old street markets and the local baker and butcher. Those indeed have their charms. And yet _ well, at almost any time I can go to a supermarket, shop for all kinds of fresh or packaged or “ready to eat” food, and be out very quickly with all I could possibly want at a price which in the grand scheme of modern life is almost negligible .

I try to see it as a medieval peasant would. I love to be astonished at the possibilities and displays. It is almost a vision of the garden of Eden or heaven itself. But I admit that like a lot of folks I often take it all too much for granted and even complain when I should be rejoicing .

Bitter Winners

“Nobody likes a sore loser.” To me, worse by far, is a “bitter winner.” They seem to be in full bloom these days, in politics, corporate life, and even among my acquaintances .

These are the folks who by any normal standards have it all. Charmed lives, power, prestige, and especially great wealth. They think they have gained it by simple hard work and smart moves. They think everyone else is a complete loser. They don’t understand why all those losers don’t worship them (although there are many who do.) And, like Napoleon with Russia, they obsess about doing something so outrageously stupendous that they will “finally” be recognized for how great they are .

Their defining attitude seems to be whining. They have been “cheated of their rightful due.” They are not “appreciated” enough. The peons too often ignore their “invaluable” advice and dispute their “absolutely perfect” opinions. They remain bitter that they have achieved what they wanted, but have never found what they needed .

Bitter winners have existed throughout history, but our affluent world seems to have thrown up a bumper crop. And the weeds surrounding them are filled with lesser folk who also believe that they have been cheated by someone out of their rightful place .

Sad and dangerous specimens of humanity .

Ethical Rituals

I do not believe there is or ever could be an absolute universal code of ethics for humans or the cosmos they inhabit. I do believe there is a code of ethics implicit in every civilization. This indicates what should be done even if it is not legally necessary. And cultural rituals enforce and recognize these ethics .

For example as a sign of respect in different places one may offer a handshake, or a bow, or a kiss on the cheek. Customs indicate how strongly one is affected by statements or arguments. Expectations of acceptable behavior when shopping range from blind acceptance of prices to extensive haggling. Beginnings of romances vary greatly. “Telling the truth” means different things in different situations .

Sure, laws are necessary. But the web of “ethical” behavior and its rituals may be the real glue of civilization. In fact, too many “petty” laws trying to enforce former common rituals may be a sign of the decline of any society.

People are, in general, surprisingly social. Amazingly adaptable. And generally quite content to “go native” and “when in Rome .”

A culture which has lost most of its ethical rituals and instead relies on enforced laws is probably not much fun. Rituals have a way of expanding personal freedom, which laws usually do not .

Practical

We inhabit an age of miracles. “Impossible” has become a label only used by those ignorant of possibilities. There is no quicker way to be labeled a curmudgeon than to tell someone their dream or plan is “impossible”.

We also live in a society that dislikes absolutes. Most things are considered “relative.” “Impossible” has about as as much finality as can be expressed. It can only be used when politeness no longer matters. The “impractical” then becomes very useful. Since it only indicates “almost impossible”, “unlikely”, “probably a waste of time”, it is relative and less forbidding. Telling someone it is “impossible” that they saw a fairy flying in the garden is nasty. It is much less combative to say it is “impractical to believe that unless proof is offered .”

“Practical” thus would seem to indicate high praise. But it also has limitations. It works best with the short term, familiar, and local. It’s practical to plan what to do tomorrow, less so to schedule a year, decade, or century from now .

Used excessively, “practical” is also limiting. Visions narrow, often too much. It is sometimes healthy to venture into the unfamiliar. Out of the rut. Maybe not quite “impossible”, but dreams that let us stretch .

Too complicated? Ah yes, why it is hard to teach children or reform ourselves. Hard, but practical and never, thankfully, quite impossible .

Camel Nose

“The camel nose under the tent”, “the slippery slope”, “the gateway”. These are all expressions currently in vogue by absolutist extremists. No matter that such ideas are generally nonsense .

The extremist is certain of two things 1. that he or she alone knows the perfect truth. 2.that such a perfect truth sits at the tip of a cone from which the slightest movement only leads down to horror.

Now, the usual way to criticize such concepts is to claim that each particular “truth” is wrong or partial. And certainly such may often be the case. But I criticize the concept of the cone of correctness rising above a sea of sin .

Life, in particular, is not built of perfect points but of antagonistic forces kept in balance through tensions and self-corrective mechanisms. There is no “perfect” blood pressure – it varies considerably – but when it gets too high or too low in healthy people, homeostatic reactions bring it back to “normal” range. such is true all the way down to cellular activity. So much more our consciousness. No perfect mood. No perfect path. Everything a balance. Not a cone, not even a tightrope, but more a net.

Because of their self-centered righteousness, extremists are usually insufferable. And unfortunately, dangerous. Nothing in life is a cone and should not be treated as one .

Freaks

It is generally agreed that until the agricultural revolution of 10,000 or so years ago, humans – like most primates – lived in small tribes. Within those tribes we performed all the social roles and games we are used to – rulers, bullies, families, mutual aid, grievances and so on infinitely. And naturally, there were always certain individuals who were best at one role or another .

But massive crop food meant the tribes became larger and larger. There were petty kings, then emperors with more extensive reach. Hierarchies always led to the one at the top. Although different activities (trade, politics, religion) might have different types of hierarchies and multiple high spots, there were always only a handful of “the best” at the top. And now, with connected populations in the millions and billions those who are the “best“ are always “freaks”.

By that I mean that they are the strongest, smartest, luckiest, or have some other overwhelming advantage over “ordinary” folks. The rest of us must be content to simply accept their dominance and (often) to just try to stay out of their way and not get crushed by the play of the mighty .

But the real problem with “freaks” is that they are poised on the edge of disaster. Star athletes are near human physical limits, and consequently often injured. Geniuses frequently become mad or emotionally unstable. We all know examples .

I worry, sometimes, about the long-term consequences of putting such fragile freaks in charge of everything .

Once in a Lifetime

Hucksters are always promoting “once in a lifetime opportunities.” Something that will never happen again while you are around to see it. By implication, something wonderful and extraordinary, so unlike your humdrum static existence.

One perspective we gain as we age is that everything is a once-in-a-lifetime moment. Nostalgically we look back at a past never to return, filled with vanished people, scenes and events we took for granted. It can be sad, or relaxing to remember, but those times are gone; those times gone can never be recreated .

In these chaotic times, changes are an annoying and sometimes frightening constant. Often we may wish for that humdrum static existence. At least for a little while. But the flood of new and different rushes on .

A proper attitude is to accept that each day, each hour, is truly once in a lifetime. If it seems not so, we are not engaging the universe properly. Opening to the wonder of every instant is the secret of enchantment .

Oh, it’s often hard, sometimes impossible. There are lots of nasty bad things to endure. Maybe many heartbreaks, anxieties, and pains. But always – almost always – mixed with hopes and joy. Each uniquely packaged into not only once in a lifetime, but once in a lifetime for only you .

Tall Tales

Ancient Greeks had the labors of Hercules. The Midwest had Paul Bunyan and his blue ox. Our frontier heroes were Davy Crockett “killin’ a bar when he was only three.” Recent giants were JP Morgan or Howard Hughes. Tall tales, absurd stories, grand exaggerations have always been entertaining .

The Greeks half believed in the half god Hercules, think of that as you will. Only children thought the giant and his immense ox once roamed the prairies. Those who cared realized that a lot of the stories about real life folks were apocryphal.

But the internet age has turned into a festival of credibility. Folks seem to believe anything at all, as long as it fits in with their worldview and is entertaining. If some AI visionary presented a Paul Bunyan “documentary” I think half the people who saw it would think him at least as real as the aliens shown on other channels .

All in great fun. Until it gradually slides into malicious lies from entertainers who wish to be rulers. There is no greater example of how power and fame corrupt absolutely. Promise anything. At least some of the voters will believe it .

Somewhere, obviously, our education system – designed to preserve a reasonable citizen democracy – has completely failed. Anyone who claimed to be Paul Bunyan or Hercules reincarnate could probably get elected. Oh Tempe! o mores!

Journal of American Wealth

In the ’90s (when I could finally find a way to afford it) I subscribed to the Wall Street journal and read it every day. At the time it claimed to be something like “the journal of the American dream.” It was filled with dry economic facts, relevant foreign news, and investment advice. I figured it was excellent reporting. Which had to be mostly true to help investors place money wisely .

Over the years it was sold and had to react to the wipeout of most printed newspapers. And now, although I still enjoy the actual news articles, it has become something totally different from what it once was.

First, investors are now speculators – not what is something worth in the long run, but will it go up or down tomorrow. The economic news features puff pieces about “business leaders” paid millions a year even when they fail. The editorials – once calm and conservative – have become hysterical religious rants. And at least half the paper is now devoted to wealth. It reads like the Great Gatsby. Mansions to buy and decorate. Fabulous world vacations. obscenely expensive cars, clothes, gadgets .

It had to change to survive. It is doing well, so in that respect its owners made the right moves. I place what it once was into my bin of golden olden nostalgia and decide that I myself must now move along and let the wealthy play with themselves. It has little remaining value for me .

Tribal Theology

If we take theology in its broadest sense of “how does an individual relate to the ineffable mystery of existence,” then all philosophic systems such as those of economics or government are as much “visions” as any religion from Animism to Zen. All rest on unprovable assumptions.

Are people naturally good or bad? Should we treat people in our tribe differently from those in others? Do markets work flawlessly? Is the best government the smallest? What are the limits of a person’s power, and does it depend on their social position? And on and on .

The days of full belief in the 19th century laissez-faire capitalism, or 20th century global corporate trade are rapidly vanishing in our brave new world. As have Marxism, communism, socialism and all the other artificially constructed economic or government theologies .

Nobody knows what will take their place. There’s a lot of noise in the electronic interconnected world, and a lot of chaos in the real climate challenged one. Prophets are many.

But one thing is absolutely clear. Recourse to reactionary theologies will be no more effective or useful than calling on Quetzalcoatl or invoking the Greek gods at Delphi. Those who cling to ancient absolute doctrines are usually the worst fanatics. Probably we can agree that fanatics are the one set of theologians who can kill us all .