According to Wikipedia, the Chinese saying, “better to live as a dog in an era of peace than a man in times of trouble”, is popularly known as the Chinese Curse: “May you live in interesting times.”
We humans have a remarkable talent for making the unimaginable mundane. Even in times of war, in the midst of holocaust, we get up, put on our clothes, tie our shoelaces, dust and sweep, gossip and trade stories, as we are able. Sinner, or saint, we mostly fill our days with routine.
We (rarely) know that remarkable events are happening as they happen: Kennedy shot, Armstrong stepping onto the moon, 9/11. But mostly, it’s in reflection, in looking back, that we can sense that beneath the routine, the quotidian, there are changes taking place as profound and unstoppable as the tide. We camouflage them through filters of social and economic changes, but it’s obvious to me that the tide, the really inexorable change, is fundamentally technological in nature. Consider the automobile, a machine, just a small wave. Then consider the social changes it unleashed or at least abetted, as it approached the shores of humanity and grew into a tidal wave: the flight to suburbs and urban blight, the end of the extended family and the development of the atomic family…
It’s equally true today with our most recent waves of technology. Could the Soviet empire have collapsed without smuggled media, VCRs, tape recorders, and such? Could there be an Arab Spring without cell phones, SMS? Could there be a Great Recession without computerized trading, internet banking, a Boombergian layer of numbers and data that, like the green numeric rain of the Matrix, both shows every detail of every transaction, and hides every transaction in plain sight, by the sheer complexity of it all?
I’ve been reading Holy Fire, by Bruce Sterling, and came across a quote by one of his characters, Paul:
“We must prepare to take creative possession of the coming epoch. An epoch so poetically rich, so boundlessly victorious, so charged with meaning, that only those prepared to bathe in cataclysm will transcend the singularity. Someday, we will render powerless all hatred of the marvelous. The admirable thing about the fantastic is that the contained is becoming the container; the fantastic irresistibly infiltrates the quotidian.”
One way or another, we will, we must, come face to face with the fact that there is nothing mundane about this age we live in. We didn’t ask for the cataclysm, but it’s here, around us, every day. As Billy Joel says, we didn’t start the fire. But we must walk through it.