Silence

What is it that we hear every day?  Do we hear the radio, the voices from a favorite TV serial, the sounds of a commute along extended stretches of road, the familiar voices of loved ones?

What happens when that changes?  Do we experience subtle shifts in perspective?  Does the world turn upside down in protest?  If the radio is off during a particularly long commute, would that change everything?

Having recently been introduced to the first couple chapters of Born to Run, a journalist’s novel covering his experiences with a native tribe of Tamahumara in Mexico, and later finding that the tribe is turning from its roots in running from our modern society and every other influence that may cause annihilation amongst its people, I find that I wish they had never been discovered.

There is no possible way that such a culture could have truly remained both alive and hidden from the rest of the world permanently.  As the aforementioned book chronicled, the Mexican government was already seeking ways to put roads through the best portions of the Tamahumara hiding places.  Drug cartels already laid claim to much of the territory.  Eventually, their fate was almost guaranteed to be the same as that of the bushmen, and many other aboriginal cultures.

What does our modern culture offer to them?  Sugar, iPods, jeans, a sense of ownership of things of this world…  Noise.

To a Tamahumaran, I would imagine that a typical day, more than five years ago, would have consisted of a very different set of noises.  Mountain air, desert creature sounds, the feel of simple homespun cloth, the taste of iskiate and corn in every meal.  The culture of intimately knowing your neighbors, despite the long trek required for a visit.

Now, hearing news that this culture has been turning modern, wearing of jeans, eating sugar as a dietary staple, the younger generations adopting the common language of Mexico, being more receptive to outside influence, I wonder if the modernization arrived too quickly.  I wonder if anyone else regrets the losses that are so intangible, yet so central to what was.

I turned off my car radio six months ago.  I have experienced six months’ worth of relatively silent hour-long or longer commutes to job sites.  I have never experienced a greater amount of progress, innovation, or clarity of mind than the past six months.  I have (re-)invented designs for the internal combustion engine, started my own mathematics/coding blog, progressed farther than I ever thought possible along a train of mathematical thought, and become a much better husband and father.  I have begun to set aside those distractions that weighed me down, including the most significant, which was gaming.

I am not saying that total silence, total Gnosticism, total avoidance of the things that make this world our home is the best way.  I claim that research and guru-ism and the previous way of life of the Tamahumara all have things to teach us about how we should live.

In our human history, certainly for at least ~6000 years of it, there has been a great deal of silence.  Silence in the form of lack of advertising, silence in the form of lack of alternative spices, silence in the form of lack of alternative materials for clothing, silence in the form of lack of common entertainment.

150 years ago, if you wanted to see a show, listen to a musician or band, or taste a foreign cuisine, you would have to go Somewhere Else.  When you got There, the object of your journey would be the entire fulfillment of your adventure.  There would be silence along the journey, and silence on the return.  You would return to your common portion of existence.  You would have your memories of the experience, and any discussion with friends or family as reminders.

Today, you wouldn’t have to go There.  You could Download a copy of the song, or watch the show on YouTube.  You could get a recipe Online, and find the ingredients at a local grocery store.  You wouldn’t have to feel a bumpy road, whether through shoes, moccasins, stage-coach, or horseback.

Our modern society is not bad.  But the society we left behind has good in it as well.  We often forget the silence we have been bred into under the vast majority of our human existence.  This modern age of noises is new and foreign to our DNA.  We must not forget that as we transition ourselves and our fellow cultures into it.

Definition

Just as the dictionary is only as good as itself, this post will only survive as long as those who read it give its words definition within their own minds.

Comedians have often exposed the inconsistencies within our society; things like having an invisible fence, why not have an invisible dog?

Here is another inconsistency: definition.  Is it high definition, standard definition, normal definition, medium definition, or low definition?

Advertising is a major force attempting to compel common language.  Who would ever choose low definition, or even standard definition, given the option of high definition?  Why would anyone choose a payment up front, given the choice of delayed repayments, however frequent or inconvenient?  Why would anyone choose freedom, given the option of security or luxury or peace?

It’s not surprising that “high definition” is (becoming) a way of life.  We want the best.  As humans, we strive for the best.  Advertisements seek to entice us with “the best.”  And the culture of being advertised to also influences every decision.  It isn’t just about who our friends or parents or schoolfellows or coworkers are anymore.  It’s about who advertises to us.  This has been true as long as “Mad Men” has been a reality, and probably before that.  It’s about what Hollywood advertises, as much as what our families think of that perspective.  It’s about what our politicians and neighbors with political interest advertise, as much as about the real issues at hand.

But what *is* the best?  How shall we know that we really have what is best for us?  Is it possible to quantify the idea that “now, I really have what is best for me”?  If so, why would we seek anything else?  Expense (monetary, familial, friendship, etc.)?  Laziness?

In my opinion, it is always the latter.  We, as humans, are always lazy.  It does not matter whether we are type A, type B, or type Z.  Everyone is lazy.  It is always easier to commit to something familiar than what is unfamiliar.  It is always easier to listen to the advertisement voices that have been shouting for generations than to listen to the still, small, inner voices that have been there for eternity.  It is always easier to grasp the fad and the common thread than to search, and seek, and find the truth of every contrary voice that arrives.  It is always easier to “give in” than to strive.

So what is our definition?  What does it mean to be human?  Is it reasonable to give in, and allow something that is not “the best” to be a part of our experience?  Is it possible that something better, but much more difficult, is actually worth our time and consideration?  Do we have time and consideration to offer to something or someone that might be “the best” for us?  Will we someday “arrive,” or have we been attempting to “arrive” for centuries, and as humans we can never “arrive” on our own?

If it isn’t the best, why strive for it?  If it is better than anything else you can see or imagine, why not put forth every effort to make it a reality?