A LUCILIUS PARABLE: A DAY'S WORK - PART I

May 5th, 2019

Lucilius eased the brake and looked back at the trailer load.  The stack of solar panels were all still in place atop the camper and the compost containers, seed cache, and drones were still secured where the backseats used to be.  He looked forward, towards bright blue sky cracked by the dark silhouette of the ridge top.  He turned to a set of filing cabinets that were bolted in place where a passenger seat used to be.  He unclicked the lock and pulled one of the drawers open revealing rows of gas masks that he had collected during his excursions through old urban areas.  He checked the filters on the most recent mask he had been using.

They weren’t terribly dirty.  So he fitted the mask over his head and wiggled the seal into place on his stubbled skin.  He had forgotten to shave and the seal was not as tight as it could be. 

He pulled out a pad of paper and noted down an instruction to shave before eastern planting excursions.

Again he looked up at the ridge blurring from the bright sky.  A high pressure, so the likelihood of a dust storm was low.  No need for a perfect seal, and good for planting.  He volleyed the peddles gently and a light whine of electric motors sung out from the buggy.

Years ago he had cut down a Tesla to bare motors, battery-pack and seats.  The missing body afforded room to install tractor tires, lifting the carbon fiber underbelly high above the underbrush and debris that littered the mountain trails he had carved out through the range. 

Lucilius had been making these eastern excursions during the winter months for years, and now, with the heat of summer releasing some grasp he was mounting the last ridge, wondering what he’d find.

The Western slopes before the plains had all barely survived, much of it brown, but none of it had burned.  He had replanted these slopes half a dozen times during the last decade and finally the soil seemed to be thick enough and rich enough to hold enough water throughout the hot months.  Lucilius allowed no hope to be born of the thought knowing full well how the next year could bring again tornadoes of fire to whisk away his work in ashes.

The buggy jolted along the path, the Tesla motors whining.  Lucilius lifted an old digital watch he had wired into the Tesla computer to give a readout on the battery life.  He still had ample juice to get home in case any of the solar panels shorted out.

The wheels came to the ridge edge and Lucilius eased the brakes, getting a view of the plains extending out to the Mackenzie River all the way to Fort Simpson where the river forked into the Jean Marie. 

The flat land had turned to desert and as the winds had grown hotter and fiercer over the decades, dunes began to appear.

Lucilius carefully lead the buggy over the ridge to a point where he could turn his train of equipment around and then back it out towards the edge of the eastern slopes.  He got out of the buggy, and tapped an old and cracked Ipad to life.  He initialized some programs he had written and with a hum and a jolt the solar panels atop the camper trailer began to unfold and spreading, lifted, as the team of panels angled to face the sun. 

He then went to the seed cache and removed cartridges that were loaded with thousands of seed packets formed like arrowheads, arranged neatly.  He clicked a cartridge into the first drone and a second cartridge into the other drone and hit their power buttons.

Picking up the cracked Ipad once more, he connected the drones via Bluetooth and initialized their scanning program.  The drones buzzed to life and shot up into the sky and zipped out over the eastern slopes.

Lucilius had been experimenting with different lattice patterns for planting his trees over the last decade, constantly trying the optimal spacing between trees so that the natural growth pattern could advance fastest on its own.  Only within the last year had he amassed enough data from planting patterns and recorded growth results to feed a neural net in order to find a more precise answer.  After much tinkering with the neural net, it finally seemed to produce a result: it was a strange fractal pattern that looked both messy and sensible, reminding Lucilius of old static patterns on dead T.V. channels. He was a little disappointed, but unsurprised: it looked nothing like the beautiful lattice and grid patterns that Lucilius had tried over the years.

The drones were scanning the eastern slopes for topographical information and soil composition.  All the information was relayed back to the Ipad to calculate optimal spacing for seed pods and compost deposits. Meanwhile, Lucilius opened the camper door and then tapped another program to life on the Ipad.  The camper thudded as electric motors whined to life.  An old Boston Dynamics Atlas robot stamped out of the camper door, easing the wheel suspension.  Years ago Lucilius had managed to snag three of the heavy robots from an Amazon warehouse, and now only one remained as parts in the three bots had worn and broken forcing Lucilius to swap and recompile the pieces that still functioned. 

The robot walked around the camper to the compost bins and lifted one over it’s head and rested it on hooks welded onto the back of it’s frame.  Then it jogged off towards the eastern slopes where Lucilius’ program had determined optimal spots for planting. 

Lucilius watched the robot, sighing at the fact that technology had never managed to develop a personality to put behind the robot before everything crumbled.  It was a silent automaton, and Lucilius pondered for a moment about the old space dramas that he had soaked up as a kid.  How much lighter the situation could be with a stale joke, or some cynical observation.  He smiled to himself beneath the mask and lifted the Ipad once more. 

The drones moved through their patterns in the sky, pausing to launch steel-tipped seed packets at earth freshly composted by the Atlas robot,   Lucilius went into the camper and removed a telescope and tripod and casually set it on the horizon.  He went back and took out a 50 caliber Barrett rifle and tripod and set it up next to the telescope along with a beach chair that he unfolded.  He flopped down into the beach chair and rubbed his eyes. 

The man was tired.  He had been driving since long before sunrise and sleep was threading its sticky fingers through his mind.  He thought for a moment about sitting up and scanning the horizon for dust storms with the telescope, but he was tired.  He had his mask on, he reasoned, and slowly his closed eyes softened to a slumber.  As he drifted off to sleep he remembered from a different life a time when he had an office job, everyday sitting in a cubical, every morning falling asleep on the bus, and thinking now how his new office job was no different.  Everyday the same, fine tuning programs, fixing hardware, venturing further, planting, watching growth and hoping that disaster would keep at bay just long enough for tiny efforts to get the upper hand.  All the years of effort were probably for nothing, he figured, knowing how one extreme event in the new weather could roast all his work through the many mountains and valleys.  But he couldn’t care and never would, smiling ever so slightly as he relaxed into sleep.

THE SHAPE OF LANGUAGE

May 4th, 2019

The shape of language has an enormous impact on our thinking, and downstream from there, our thinking has an enormous impact on our behavior.  The language that we use, especially with ourselves ultimately has a large influence on our behavior. 

Much of what people say is really in order to hear what they actually think about a given topic.  This is the forgivable drive behind the pervasive problem that we all experience in conversation when someone fails to listen with the intent to understand; most people are simply waiting for their turn to speak in order to further explore what they actually think about a given topic.  We are, in some sense curiously eager to find out more about who we find ourselves to be.  While this can be funneled into an extremely productive behavior, like with writing, the times when we engage in such exploration are often misplaced and plopped in the spots of life when we should be outwardly focused and listening to that loved one or colleague or stranger.

Getting this placement of listening versus talking to discover one’s own thoughts creates an enormous opportunity with regards to our network.  To effectively indicate to a person that you’ve listened is to gain trust and kinship, regardless of how much we might differ in terms of ideas.

The shape of language, however, has an extended effect where the component of behavior is heavily influenced. 

What we say, and how we say it is always something that we ourselves hear.  This is obvious, but the implications are not.  We hear what we say , but then we act in accordance to what we’ve heard.

We are constantly trying to achieve something in line with a consistent fabric of personality, so if we hear ourselves say something like,

I can’t draw.

Then we are likely to believe it.   Since we understand it as a fact about ourselves that comes from a source that is the most reliable from an emotional standpoint, (i.e. ourselves), we are furthermore very unlikely to actually try and draw.

Attempting to prove ourselves wrong about a given belief regarding who we are is counter to our fabric of consistency, but it is a relative superpower when it comes to levelling-up among a sea of people who are holding themselves back through the shape of the language upon which their thinking and their behavior operates.

Using the word Yet at the end of such limiting statements flips their meaning and actually propels us against who we find ourselves to be currently.  Episode 100 of Tinkered Thinking explores this word-hack in depth.

But the shape of language extends far beyond this single example.  The way we word problems that we try to solve also has a substantial impact on whether or not we are likely to find a solution.  The questions that we can effectively pose against the way we word such problems can ultimately crack any limiting structures that we ourselves have built.

Single words often contain whole extended narratives that have influences on our behavior in seemingly backchannel ways, and in these cases the way we describe and build our identity with such words often works more as a prison as opposed to a springboard towards an improved personal agency.

This is why it’s wise to keep one’s identity small and to always be aware of the dangers of identity.  The language that surrounds identity is often very rigid by default and lacks the fluidity that would otherwise allow a person to change their thinking and behavior and ultimately the situation of life in which they find themselves.

Moving aside all of these negatives with regards to the shape of language, we might wonder about the flip of such curiosities. 

What shapes can we create with language that form –not prison cells, but ships that can enable us to set sail, wings that can give us the ability to fly, and rocket ships that we can use to explore totally alien worlds of thought, action and achievement?

The truth is, everything people say is fairly honest.  Even the liars are speaking in perfect accordance with who they are, and if we listen carefully, nothing anyone says should ever be all that surprising.

This applies most poignantly to the one person we listen to the closest and the most:

Our own self.

Take care with the way you build words.  They inevitably build who you are.

This episode references Episode 100:  Yet, a Way out of the Box, Episode 17: The Identity Danger, and Episode 165: Set Sail

PAIN & PASSION

May 3rd, 2019

It’s recommended that if you haven’t read or listened to Episode 6 of Tinkered Thinking that you do so before listening to this one.

“Follow your Passion” is a piece of advice that has a good intent but almost no thoughtfulness behind the shape of it’s language.  Episode 6 of Tinkered Thinking thoroughly rips this obnoxiously over-used phrase to pieces, and leaves any reader or listener with a far more practical piece of advice.

That being said, and with the full context of that Episode, there may be some good use that can be resurrected from the troublesome word Passion.

As Episode 6 explores, Passion has roots that indicate pain and suffering, and such things can be a great source of insight with regards to where and what we should focus on.

Life can accurately be defined through the lens of solving problems.  Every little annoyance and trial that emerges during the course of the day can be seen as a puzzle or problem that we can solve.

The worst of these puzzles and problems create real pain, real suffering, and they are ultimately the first problems that we should seek to solve.

These are problems that in essence,  we are already passionate about.

There’s no need to go looking for some task or career that is going to unrealistically light up our life with joy and fulfillment.  There are already things that we can actively work on.

Lack of income causing stress and making the stress of debt compound in unhealthy ways?  Boom, a problem with passion already built into it.

Annoyed with some process that could be solved with some sort of product or new process that’s easily seen in the imagination?  Boom, the experience of dealing with the absence of such a solution is a form of suffering, a kind of pain, which inherently defines our passion for any given thing.

Those high and generous sounding words follow your passion might be more appropriately reworded as

solve the annoying and painful problems in your life and you’ll feel better about your situation.

The greatest boon of following the nauseatingly overused directive in the way here outlined is that with more problems in our life effectively solved, it opens up resources both emotional and cognitive to follow the advice Episode 6 seeks to give in absence of passions followed:

with less pain and suffering in the day to day, we can then follow that fainter voice of curiosity and discover real treasures hitherto unimagined.

ONE DAY. . .

May 2nd, 2019

Hopes. Goals. Dreams. 

Big, small, complicated, simple.  Realistic or just plain fantasy.

What we imagine we’d like to do and accomplish can fall into all sorts of categories.  Some might not actually be achievable, and this would be a painful lesson worth learning as it would require a set of actions to reality-test that possibility.

Regardless of failure and lack of possibility, such efforts are ultimately an exercise in information gathering.  By proving something is not possible by giving it our best effort we understand something about the world in the tightest way possible. 

This calibrates our imagination even more finely, allowing the next thing we might imagine to be more within the realm of the possible.

One day…. we say, we’ll do this or that.  Live in this place, hold some certificate, start some company, be a meditator, write that book and so on and so forth.

Our ability to project into the future, or rather our inability to reliably project into the future ultimately causes a variety of fantasy that is counter-productive.

What we do today shapes the most immediate future we will have access to, namely tomorrow.  This simple and obvious fact has hidden within it a compounding mechanism that we often fail to connect with the hopes, goals and dreams that we fantasize about.

By saying one day we effectively remove ourselves from any responsibility to do something about it today.

Certainly there is an order of operations in that some things are definitively limited by the completion of other things, however if this is the case then our current efforts on limiting factors count in the direction of any succeeding goals, like levels in a videogame.

Many of the dreamy goals that we hold in reserve, however, do not have any part of our daily energy devoted to such aspirations, and such is the trap of language like One day.

The shape of language has an enormous impact on our thinking, and downstream from there, our thinking has an enormous impact on our behavior.  The language that we use, especially with ourselves ultimately has a large influence on our behavior. 

The phrase One day as a prefix to the actions and situations we can sort of imagine ourselves inhabiting convinces us that it will happen in a very insidious and potentially deceptive way.  Such phrasing comforts us and enables the lazier parts of our mind to say that its not necessary to act today.  There’s always tomorrow.

The problem is that this lack of action compounds in exactly the same way that small actions compound, however the difference is that one leads us towards goals and the other leads us to a place where there is increasingly little time to take advantage of positive compounding results – and potentially a place and time when goals are no longer feasible, because time has run out.

Possible or not, the price to find out is action.

Any time we catch ourselves saying One day….

We must remember that there is actually only ever one day, and that day is

Today.

This episode references Episode 352: Order of Operations

SCALING EFFORTS

May 1st, 2019

Things take time. 

It’s certainly one of the wisest statements we have floating around.  Our perception of time and our understanding of how things grow and evolve through time is grossly under developed.  Two weeks of working out appear to have no results.  Meanwhile the individual who has been tinkering with weightlifting, cardio, diet, fasting and sleep  for years is far more likely to know what works, and what doesn’t, and more importantly, just how much time things can take.

So many endeavors fail to really get going because of this aspect of our perception of time:  we take action, and there don’t seem to be any results, so why keep doing the same thing expecting a different result?  This is a casual definition of insanity that has little thoughtfulness behind it.  And yet it persists and guides many people in ways that are ultimately less interesting, less productive and potentially even deleterious.

A way to think about these beginning moments is with dominos of varying sizes.  A domino can hit another domino that is 1.5 times it’s size and it will fall.  It can’t however takedown a domino that is twice it’s size.  If we abide by the first case, a tiny domino can take down a gargantuan domino if there is an appropriately sized and ordered set of dominos between the two.  And this distance between the tiny domino and the huge monolith can be seen as time expressed in a visual sense.

So often, our attempts to begin things are like a tiny domino trying to knock down a brick wall.  We fail to remember that our efforts need to compound and scale and that this process most often takes time.  Time where nothing seems to be happening.  Our skills scale and compound as we practice, and if we are smart, the results of our practice can also compound symmetrically in accordance to our practice.

Just to put this in perspective, if we line up dominos starting with a normal sized domino that fits in the palm of a hand, and then increase the size of each succeeding domino by 1.5, the twelfth domino will be 125 times the size of the first.  (Check out this videos here)

But there can be a gross mismatch between the scaling improvement of our skills and the scaling expression of that skill in the real world.

For example, an author can toil away in obscurity for years, scaling their skills at the craft, and yet the results of such effort might lack all expression in the real world because such an author eschews  petty concepts like marketing, network effect and exposure. 

The problematic concept of Passion for a given profession or endeavor often carries along with it martyr-like implications that most likely have bad effects on the ways we think about what we like to pursue.

A painter who paints every day and posts their art everyday on Instagram, however, might be fortunate enough to see a concurrent scaling of their skill and the effect that their paintings have with the public exposed to such art.

This can be the virtuous effect of followers on any given platform, however if twitter or Instagram were to suddenly shut off tomorrow, the artist or writer who has worked hard to improve their skill is still going to have the most important aspect of their scaled efforts, unlike some people who have harvested the network effect of such platforms without scaling their own abilities in accordance with whatever following they happen to garner.

The digital world simply speeds up the network effect  that also happens organically outside of the digital world, but practice still carries as much weight as is put into it, unlike the digital platforms which none of us own nor control and may be taken away at any moment for any number of unforeseeable reasons.

In light of such possibilities, its best to invest in our own selves and scale our abilities as much as possible.

This episode references Tinkered Thinking’s all-time most popular Episode 6: What’s Your Passion?