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Many years ago someone gave me a book called “The Anthology of American Poetry”, and it struck me as somewhat odd, that so many of the greatest works of American poetry were written when their authors were quite young. Many in their teens and twenties. There are exceptions of course. Like Emily Dickinson. But for many, their most renowned works, came in their youth. It also struck me how many of them went on to become publishers and editors of poetry, but never really regained the poetic brilliance that they had in their youth.
Recently I came across a video on Youtube that expressed the same thing, but for physicists instead of poets. It described how many of the breakthrough ideas of physics were actually made while their proponents were relatively young. And that how in later years physicists tended to focus more on the details and the framework of ideas, rather than on profound breakthroughs. The video gave various theories as to why this might be so, but the basic phenomena seems to present itself across various disciplines. The young seem to have a gift for inspiration that the old lack. But the old tend to be good at the day to day drudgery of applying their knowledge to the real world.
So the thought struck me, is humanity following the same path? Have we passed the inspirational age of our youth, when religious and philisophical ideas could be exuberant, and provocative, and bold, and new. Are we as a species, as thinkers, becoming old, and staid, and fixed in our ways? Content with working out the details, and fiddling around the edges. Are we satisfied with what we think we know? Or is religion, and philosophy, and humanity still capable of transformational change? Of a whole new way of looking at reality, and our place in it. Will there ever be a new renascence, a new Plato, a new Christ?
Or perhaps it’s only religion and philosophy that are old. Perhaps the next transformational change will come through science. When what was believed to be true, turns out not to be. When what we thought we were, turns out not to be what we are. Perhaps the next inspiration comes in realizing that what you know, isn’t so. Because sometimes inspiration isn’t found in discovering what’s true, but in revealing what isn’t. Humanity may still be capable of youthful inspiration. The old may not yet hold sway. We may be capable of change.
But we may have to ask, what are we sure of? What do we know, that isn’t so?
Recently I came across a video on Youtube that expressed the same thing, but for physicists instead of poets. It described how many of the breakthrough ideas of physics were actually made while their proponents were relatively young. And that how in later years physicists tended to focus more on the details and the framework of ideas, rather than on profound breakthroughs. The video gave various theories as to why this might be so, but the basic phenomena seems to present itself across various disciplines. The young seem to have a gift for inspiration that the old lack. But the old tend to be good at the day to day drudgery of applying their knowledge to the real world.
So the thought struck me, is humanity following the same path? Have we passed the inspirational age of our youth, when religious and philisophical ideas could be exuberant, and provocative, and bold, and new. Are we as a species, as thinkers, becoming old, and staid, and fixed in our ways? Content with working out the details, and fiddling around the edges. Are we satisfied with what we think we know? Or is religion, and philosophy, and humanity still capable of transformational change? Of a whole new way of looking at reality, and our place in it. Will there ever be a new renascence, a new Plato, a new Christ?
Or perhaps it’s only religion and philosophy that are old. Perhaps the next transformational change will come through science. When what was believed to be true, turns out not to be. When what we thought we were, turns out not to be what we are. Perhaps the next inspiration comes in realizing that what you know, isn’t so. Because sometimes inspiration isn’t found in discovering what’s true, but in revealing what isn’t. Humanity may still be capable of youthful inspiration. The old may not yet hold sway. We may be capable of change.
But we may have to ask, what are we sure of? What do we know, that isn’t so?