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Me Tarzan. You Earnest (The Problem With Being...)

When we were in school, there may have been a subject (math) that we may not have been overtly fond of. 
We might have even said, "I don't see how learning Pythagoras' Theorem will help me get fry chicken..." 
We said these type of statements because we were stupid. Daft. Ridiculous. Stupid. 

All knowledge - whether or not you have an immediate practical use for it - is good to have because (if nothing else), it helps to form new connections in the brain. This will, in turn, help you to a). see your world more clearly b). hypothesis and rationalise a series of solutions for said world. Thus, even though I may not like the mathematical implications of Pythagoras, knowing the theorem may help me gravitate to more interesting information about the man and having learned about the man, I can form a hypothesis on the merits of sacrificing cows... or even... understanding the human condition around me.


I earnestly seek out knowledge. I like lapping up things that have no immediate (or rather seemingly tangible) benefit to me. Then again, I'm a writer (both professionally - history in advertising and personally - poetry, books, blogs), so in some small way, EVERY bit of knowledge has the potential of affecting (for the better one hopes) my viewpoint of Earth.


The problem with being earnest is that moment when having attained knowledge you must go BACK down the mountain to deal with the adulterous calf loving lot. That may sound arrogant but truly, you humans worry me. It's the little things really. Like, how is it no one (society) has yet realised that the terms SUNRISE & SUNSET are now obsolete? Literature and lore gave us a good premise but we now know, UNDENIABLY that the Earth spins around the sun; the celestial bodies do not dip and bob on account of Earth. And yes, I am fully aware that I, a Theist says this. Do move on.


How do you get people to not be scared in their beliefs/by their beliefs that they refuse knowledge on the grounds that it doesn't affect them? How can we get more people to read (or else watch documentaries)? And how do you, having found knowledge/having built a hypothesis about a thing, not fall  into depression when your earnest search brings you back to a society content with holding one thought? Or rather, holding but not even hypothesizing the WHY (of their holding).


Still, maybe a hurting heart is better than an empty head. Be Earnest. Be thoughtful. Be....  You know what, just BE.


Pax

Tracy j H

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