Liberty: freedom from captivity, confinement, or physical restraint:
In politics, it’s the social and political freedoms to which people are entitled. In theology, it’s freedom from the bondage of sin.
Want to increase your liberty?
Increase your learning.
Works every time. I know because whenever I’ve learned something new, like how to . . .
- replace the heating element in my electric water heater,
- fix a leaky faucet,
- remove malware,
- winterize an outboard engine,
- run a marathon,
- field dress and butcher a deer,
- fix a toilet,
- care for a sick child,
- sharpen a chainsaw blade,
- wire an outlet,
- get out of a time-share contract,
. . . I gained a little bit of power, a little bit of freedom–a little bit of liberty.
It doesn’t matter what the question is. Education is the answer. I’m not sure I can think of a problem for which learning can’t help better our odds.
Learning reduces fear, helping us to be more present, effective, creative, and competent.
Learning inspires independence and action, confidence and gumption.
Now more than ever, education is the element transforming ideas and information into tangible, practical, profitable solutions.
Instead of being at the mercy of a plumber who may or may not show up this afternoon, education gives us the ability to make decisions and take action for ourselves—and get that toilet flushing again.
Education is also the element that inspires the plumber to master his craft and create surprising value—which makes him an indispensable, irreplaceable member of his community.
Change your perspective, what you know, what you do, and you can change your reality. Formal education is the foundation; it’s where our attitudes about learning begin–but lifelong informal education can transform our lives.
Educated people inspire learning in others. Educated people raise the bar; because there’s a steep price to pay for being the least educated person in your group.
Ignorance is costly, confining, and limiting. Learning, on the other hand, is liberating.
Today . . . I will not be angry.
On days like this, you don’t have to ask. You know. Everybody knows, has an opinion, an emotion: Hope, despair, fear, elation. The euphoria of victory, the agony of defeat.
We’re all searching. Finding our own way in the narrative of, “Our Life and Times.”
We are adapting.
It’s a very noisy process. With much rejoicing and gnashing of teeth.
The day after too. Tomorrow, you’ll still know. Next month probably. After that you may have to look up the date. Connect the dots. If this is you, in some future now (hello!) go ahead and do that. Context is good. There are very few to connect. I promise.
But today, you know. You know what I’m talking about. You FEEL what I’m talking about. Me. Just one voice in the raging, swirling shit-storm of it all.
Saying . . .
Can you hear me?
Because today I will tell you: I have decided. I will not be angry. Or fearful. I will not stand and “fight back” or acknowledge an “attack” on me:
On my values.
On my way.
On . . .
These are all real things, and if you are feeling them today and tomorrow and for years-it’s all right. I have done all that. Felt all that. Fought it all.
I live in Wisconsin. I’m a teacher here. A public employee. One of the “greedy few” attacked and discouraged and disparaged and marginalized and blamed.
And for years, I fought back.
And you can too.
There is nothing wrong with:
Making Your Case,
and experiencing all the delicious emotions that come with that.
It is indeed a glorious thing to be called into battle. To fight and bleed for a cause you value beyond measure. Something important and bigger than yourself. It is noble and worthy and good.
Until it isn’t anymore.
And today I decided:
I will not be angry.
I will, in fact, be nothing. Do nothing.
I will watch . . . with much interest, I assure you—until I don’t.
Because I realized something today.
I am no longer in the game.
I’ve been benched.
With practically every seat in every branch of state government, the republicans own Wisconsin (bought and paid for by various interests with deep pockets by the way). And for many years their anger, and blame, and every reason for upset was fueled by the Black Man in Washington.
But now the Black Man’s time is up. So they cannot be angry with him anymore.
And for many years the republicans owned most of the seats of the both houses of congress in Washington DC. And they too directed their anger and blame for their troubles at the Black Man.
And even though they knew his time was up, still they were certain that when he was gone, they could direct their anger and blame at the White Woman.
But now she’s gone too.
The Black Man and the White Woman gave them an excuse. And, you see, the two of them kept me in the game. They weren’t much. But they were all I had
The Black Man’s days are numbered.
The White Woman, will not be coming after all.
And so I understand (finally perhaps) that I’ve been benched.
Without those players, I’m no longer in the game. There is no one left.
The positions have been filled.
And I can, if I choose, watch from the bench, or shower up and join the fans in the stadium (all—in their own right–rooting or angry about some circumstance of the game themselves: a player, a call, a bad, or lucky bounce . . .). I can step out for a hot dog. I can deliberate on an invitation to join some passengers on the blimp circling high above the stadium and watch from there.
I have choices.
I can go home and look up from my driveway at the stars blinking in the velvet sky. Or smell a lilac. Or watch a snowflake melt on the back of my hand. Or read a good book. Or enjoy a play.
But I do not choose Anger or Fear.
Because I realize that is the energy that fueled those who fought the Black Man and the White Woman.
Anger and Fear combine for a toxic sort of fuel. An energy that motivates and propels, but also pollutes.
I choose instead:
And every once in a while, I imagine, I’ll check in to see how the game is unfolding.
Because I wonder who—without the Black Man or the White Woman—the republican fans and players in the arena can find to be afraid of or angry with next.
Independence is fine–for those of a certain mindset. A certain something-to-prove-to-the-world that: “I can do it myself!”
Independence has it’s place. Toddlers need to feel it. Adolescents certainly do. It’s a necessary illusion for those populations–and also maybe certain leaders of North Korea. Like all stages of development, it’s a necessary illusion on one’s way to inevitably more and more mature ways of seeing the world.
More realistic understandings about how-things-really-work.
So on this day, July 4th 2015, my challenge for you, fellow children of the earth–my siblings, my kin, my brothers and sisters of humanity– is to find peace with with your independence.
You are growing up so strong and smart. You really are beyond proving yourself, so take pride in your thoughts, your appearance, your talents, your status, even your mistakes and flaws. Stop this incessant worrying that you can’t be loved as you are.
Accept the love and cooperation of those around you. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.
For we are all linked-in-up-together now–connected by threads that are not so invisible anymore.
We influence and are affected by technology–lines and cables and wires and cellular and digital and hard-copy and wi-fi and physical and emotional and intellectual–transmitted and received and passed along both knowingly and unknowingly across leagues of time and space impossible to fathom when we decided (for good reason) to recognize this tribal holiday.
We are evolving. Growing up. Calming down.
Yes, yes . . . independence is necessary and good–today, and all days. Move in and out of it as you feel the need. Play with your imagined independence like a good set of action figures inspired by the blockbuster summer-adventure-thriller-underdog-feel-good movie that swept you away for a couple of hours.
And then, when you are ready–when your independence starts to feel heavy or lonely or you feel the weight of the entire world on your shoulders–join us again. Come back. We’re waiting for you to begin celebrating with us–our interdependence.
“Civilization advances by extending the number of operations we can perform without thinking about them.” –Alfred North Whitehead
The following story about turkeys has been brought to you by the science of ethology—the study of animals in their natural habitat.
Here goes: Mother turkeys are loving and nurturing and protective. They warm and clean and feed and do all the things that good mothers do. But there is one very odd thing about turkey mothers. All of this mothering behavior is dependent upon a very specific trigger—the “cheep-cheep” sound of the chick. If a baby turkey makes this sound, all is well. If not, the mother turkey will ignore the chick. Sometimes she will even kill it.
Of course animal behaviorists found this fascinating, so they took a replica of a polecat, the natural enemy of the turkey, and had a little fun. First, they presented the stuffed polecat to mother turkey and, as expected, the turkey attacked it. Next, they put a little recorder inside the fake polecat. This recorder played, you guessed it, the same “cheep-cheep” sound that the chicks made. With the recorder on, the turkey accepted the polecat into her flock, treating it as one of her own. The scientists then turned off the recording and the turkey again attacked it. Scientists are great practical jokers.
So what have we learned? Mother turkeys are very silly. They will kill one of their own just because it doesn’t go “cheep-cheep,” and will nurture a natural enemy just because it does. The mother turkey’s maternal instincts are on autopilot, and the button or trigger for that autopilot is the “cheep-cheep” sound of her chicks.
These autopilot scenarios, called “fixed-action patterns,” are actually quite common in the animal world. All that’s needed to engage them is a trigger. Mating rituals, maternal instincts, migration, hibernation, and nesting are all fixed action patterns dependent on a trigger. Presenting a trigger is like pushing a button to start a computer a program.
Silly animals. We humans never do anything so ridiculous, right? Actually, we do it all the time. In fact, many people seek special training and build careers in order to trigger these automatic behaviors in us. These careers are in sales, or marketing, or politics. Others just have a talent for it. They know how to push our buttons, load up the programs, and suddenly we’re standing at the checkout counter with a fistful of flowers and a guilty feeling in our gut. He who knows the most buttons wins.
Consider the following story, brought to you by social psychologist Ellen Langer of Harvard. Langer and her team have become quite famous for what has come to be known as “The Copy Machine” study—an ingenious experiment created to measured students’ willingness to allow someone to cut in front of them in a line at a library copy machine.
“Excuse me,” she’d say. “I have five pages. May I use the Xerox machine?” Put this way, the students allowed her to skip ahead 60 percent of the time. Not bad, but Langer found she could do better stating it this way: “Excuse me, I have five pages. May I use the Xerox machine because I’m in a rush?” Put this way, the students allowed the intrusion 94 percent of the time.
At first, Langer and her team thought the key persuasive trigger was the reason, “because I’m in a rush.” Just to be sure, they tried one more phrase–one without any real reason: “Excuse me, I have five pages. May I use the Xerox machine because I have to make some copies?”
“Because I need to make some copies”? What the heck! That’s just restating the obvious. Still, 93 percent complied with her request. The persuasive trigger was not the reason at all. The trigger was the word “because.” That’s it. Science of influence technique #1: Push button labeled “because” to run compliance program.
This experiment has been repeated and the results verified hundreds of times, proving that people can be triggered to run on autopilot almost as easily as mother turkeys. Which begs the question: Who’s pushing your buttons? And is that button driving you into the big box stores to comply mindlessly yet again this holiday season?
Waiting for clarity, John glanced down from the steam softened image in the mirror to a sink full of whiskers and the letter outlining the exhilarating debauchery of this night. He closed his eyes. It was the letter that did it. Decision made, John touched his reflection and turned. His dignity, he believed, he took with him. His ideals however, he left dripping in the symbols traced in the glass behind him.
“Rationalism and doctrinairism are the disease of our time; they pretend to have all the answers. . . In view of all this, I lend an attentive ear to the strange myths of the psyche, and take a careful look at the varied events that come my way. . .
Unfortunately, the mythic side of man is given short shrift nowadays. He can no longer create fables. As a result, a great deal escapes him; for it is important and salutary to speak also of incomprehensible things. Such talk is like the telling of a good ghost story, as we sit by the fireside and smoke a pipe.”
–Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections