How would a caveman see the technology that we use today?
When I hit “Publish” on this article, another instalment from the contents of my brain will be available in every corner of the world within seconds.
Better than that, I will have feedback from some of you within an hour – whether it is a like, a comment, or an email.
We take this connection for granted, but if you were to show our technology to a caveman, a crusader, or even someone 100 years ago, they wouldn’t believe you.
How can you send that much information instantaneously?
How can moving pictures with sound be sent from somewhere on the other side of the world to the screen on your wall (in high definition, no less)?
And yet, the principle that is used in all information systems is the same one that enables everything in our universe – binary.
Whether an electrical on / off charge, an oscillation from one point to another through vibration, or a longer cycle between two polar opposites, it is a theme that is found repeatedly.
Seasons change from hot to cold, and cold to hot.
Night follows day, day follows night.
We breathe in, we breathe out.
Zero, one. Zero, one.
Ironically, this is a principle that the aforementioned “primitive” people had a greater understanding of than most people today, despite most of our technology being based on this fundamental law.
Farmers would sow seeds in the spring, harvest it months later, and rest with their stockpile in the winter.
So, why am I talking about binary and ancient farming?
Like most people in the modern world, I haven’t been abiding by the law of dichotomy.
I didn’t realize its fundamental importance.
But if there was no night, temperatures would soar and there would be no vegetation.
If you kept inhaling without exhaling, you would pop.
Actually you would probably just pass out and resume normal breathing, but I’m not a doctor, so don’t try it in case you pop.
But, like most people, I believed that I was special enough that the governing rule of the universe just didn’t apply to me. My job was getting busier, there were a lot of other things going on in my life, and I was pursuing new interests.
And so, I reached a point where I would open a new Word document to write a new post, and just stare at the cursor while it blinked hypnotically on the blank page. I didn’t know what to write, and I didn’t feel like writing.
I was creatively burned out.
My work life and personal life began to normalize again, but I still didn’t feel like writing, and what I did manage to vomit onto the screen was barely readable.
So I took a break from it all. I just stopped trying to write.
Aside working at my job, my time has just been relaxation and mediation.
Rather than furiously throwing more seeds into the crops that were growing, I went back to the farmhouse for my mental winter and sharpened my sword.
It isn’t always practical, but I encourage you to take stock of your mental climate. Are you slaying, or swinging a dull blade in futility?
You will know instinctively if you are honest with yourself. Meditate about it, and if you can take a step back from the battlefield to regain your strength, you will make far better progress than fighting against the momentum that governs the planets and the seasons.
And in response to the messages of “where the hell is Tim?”