A certain wanna-be-president exclaims: ‘Make America great again’.
The call: ‘Make the world great again’ is hardly new and has been the rallying call by any number of prophets in the past because they understood our need for some mythic comfort in the face of unjust reality.
It is perhaps a bit of a paradox that humanity with a mix of pride and self-loathing tells the same story repeatedly, the story of a fallen present and a promise of a return to paradise lost, all the way from Hesiod [ca.700BC], Confucius’s Zhou dynasty, the Hindu Satya Yuga to the Garden of Eden, when we were God’s children, noble savages, or just were still respecting elders and all were happy and healthy, i.e. the good old days.
A long time ago, or to be more exact, in the years 469 to 399, there lived an early classical Greek philosopher by the name of Socrates who has been credited with being one of the founders of Western philosophy. He also had a pupil named Plato and both Master and pupil expressed their opposition to writing because it would “create forgetfulness in learner’s souls because they will not use their memories”.
Since then the same may have been said about printing using our inkjets or laser printers, listening to radio, education generally, watching TV, using computing devices, email, Facebook and Google and other similar brain rotting technology as writing was seen as.
The last few days have been daunting for the voters of Britain. We are yet to see what the effect of the result will have for us here in New Zealand, but clearly the changes required to be put in place both in Europe, that is the remaining 27 countries, and in England, and also in Scotland and Northern Ireland, will be substantial.
It was interesting to note that difference between the various generations in voting pattern and how voting for a large proportion of the voting public disregarded facts and was simply a vote against the status quo and against politicians, bankers and corporates.
The day that Albert Einstein feared most has arrived.
I had written him a text
Which I’d sent, hoping the next
Time he came in mobile coverage
He’d have time to say hello.
But I’d heard he’d lost his iPhone,
So I emailed him from my smart phone,
Just addressed, on spec, as follows:
And the answer redirected
Wasn’t quite what I’d expected
And it wasn’t from the shearing mate
Who’d answered once before.
His ISP provider wrote it
And verbatim I will quote it: