Nobody ever wants to “re-invent the wheel” but everybody is always re-inventing the wheel. Obviously, the wheel frequently requires re-inventing. It’s unavoidable. Every new crop that comes around thinks it’s the first crop ever. We have to make the same mistakes, learn the same lessons, follow the same paths. Ontogeny recapitulates philogeny (as my father never tired of saying) and this is how it works. The older I get the less patience I have for this sort of thing, yet I was of course once the same. I’ve been through the stages. I’m still going through the fucking stages, and will right through to the very last one.
I’m thinking of this because I recently came across a person named Justine Tunney, a Google engineer and former Occupy Wall Street honcho (if one can say that that pathetic momentary twitch had honchos – these were people who seemed to be unfamiliar with the concept of “winter”). She was outspoken then and she’s outspoken now, creating a bit of a stir saying shit like the masses ought to be servants to the great one percent true heroes, and that culturally America is going to hell in a handbasket, and that homeless people make cities go bad, all the kinds of things you’d expect from a high school senior who just came across Ayn Rand and thought ‘woah, that is so true, it’s like it’s all a big survival of the fittest contest and every man for himself and who the fuck cares about other people anyway except the losers?’
But there are never two sides of any issue, there is only one confusing complicated mess of an issue. Because there is no right and wrong. Because there is no solution. Because there is no meaning but the one we make up in our tiny little brains. Because making up meanings in our tiny little brains is just something we do.
But knowing that you were wrong before doesn’t mean that now you are right just because you figured out you were wrong before. The logical conclusion is that you are probably wrong again now, because being wrong is clearly something that you can do.
And creating a stir is certainly a lot of fun when you have the ways and means of creating a stir, but you know when you go to sleep at night that what a stir does is churn up a wave, and what waves do is dissipate as they travel, and that the end result of waves and stirs is nothing.
It’s okay, though. Every time the wheel is re-invented it does its one thing and does it well. It rolls along. After all, it is still just a wheel, even if shinier and chromier and sturdier and stronger and sleek and cool and awesome. Wheels do what they do, and we all have no choice but to roll along through all the stages and all the various spokes have their little moment on top.
Woah, that is so true.