Clusterfuck: Discernment in this Digital Age

I think we can all agree on this right?

The world has gone utterly mad. And worse, it has gone mad in a way that is unprecedented in most of human history. Too much change, too fast, too ubiquitous, too much erasure of past norms and expectations, too little by way of solid, sensible alternatives.

My singular take is that this era has thrown more at all of us than most of us can handle. I was just beginning to get a handle on the internet and all it offered when social media and its myriad applications and then AI comes along. Now I have a whole new cast of applications to explore and yet another new language to learn. All the while wondering if my intimate questions are being stored in some highly secretive database to be hauled out to my competitor’s advantage should I consider running for local council at any time up the road.

As a writer, I am well familiar with “prompts” designed to oil the internal writing machine and get words flowing. Now there are “AI influencers” willing to teach us how to write the most effective prompts to get the best answers for whatever thorny philosophical issue we are currently ruminating about and specifically targeted to whatever AI application we are using. Woof.

In the face of these myriad new options, we secretly struggle with the attendant anxiety that the very Bot we are pouring our hearts and intimate thoughts out to may one day circle back and enslave us in a way we have not yet even imagined. All we know (or fear) is: “Machines may one day take over the world!” (You mean they haven’t already?)

We used to have “trusted” sources to rely on to navigate our lives. Or at least calm us down. It almost seems naively comical now. The media. The church. Government (okay, I know that is a candidate for serious debate about trust). And God help us, our elders. People who have lived for a few decades and had enough life experience to actually guide the next generation with wisdom and clarity. Snort. The words “antiquated” and “Dodo bird” come to mind. They have wisdom and experience all right. The problem is their advice just isn’t particularly relevant in the face of the modern technological era.

I come from the generation that transitioned from no TV to “three channels to choose from” TV to color TV. Pop quiz. How many channels are there worldwide now? Don’t worry. I don’t remotely claim to know how many there are either. That appears to be a generic problem today. Too many choices. Too few “trusted sources.” Little to no integrity in our leaders or in our institutions.

So here is the task that lies before us individually. Discernment. The joy of youth is the promiscuous exploration of the many and various options life has to offer. People date extensively. They travel worldwide. They may move fluidly through several jobs among different career paths. Humans are fundamentally creatures of habit and structure. We are limited after all.

The myriad of choices available now are more overwhelming than freeing. Eventually one must choose a path and stick to it. You can choose the path of eclecticism, of course, flitting from pursuit to pursuit. But that usually leads to fragmentation in your spirit and in your life.

I remember when rising to the top of a career needed the single minded determination of a sperm heading for the egg. Success meant having to out swim and outlast all of its competitors to claim the prize of fertilization. Victory was well-defined. A baby was the trophy for all that effort. In the work world, it was the chase of promotion after promotion, pay raise after pay raise, elevation from the cubicle to a corner office. Retirement one day with the promise of a gold watch and a pension that would sustain you until the grave.

Work models in the modern era? Utterly upended. Today there are a hundred different paths to a hundred different prizes all with the promise of varying degrees of legitimacy and success. Remote work? Once a beleaguered office worker’s pipe dream is now constrained only by the strength and stability of your internet connection. Fame? Accessible through many platforms if you have the requisite discipline and messaging to sustain a consistent and engaging online presence. And pensions? Those are mostly cheap accommodations in major cities around the world.

In therapy, they say acknowledging there is a problem is the first step on the path to resolving it. Hear, hear. Acknowledging that the tsunami of technological change has come on way too hard and too fast for most of us to comfortably absorb and process it all is a strong start. And instead of social cohesion, fragmentation in the general population is entirely understandable. When everyone can be famous or heard or develop an online presence, how does one choose the path that is right for them individually? Who do you listen to?

I keep coming back to discernment. Instead of mindlessly, scrolling hour after hour, take time to let information drift its way through your psyche and see what fits for you. Use your imagination to conceive of what your life might become if you pursue what really matters to you. Learn to use the internet and the amazing tools it offers to get clarity instead of stuffing your intellectual attic with yet more “life hacks.”

We are living through an unprecedented historical revolution. Stability will emerge on the other side because that is what human beings seek and crave. The trick individually will be to come out of all this upheaval intact and with a sense of self you can live with and still recognize as you. Accept that and buckle up. Stay alert and keep your eyes open and wits about you. That’s what I’m going to do anyway. Take what I say with the proverbial grain of salt. I am a single voice among billions.

Say What

I am taking part in the Facebook Ultimate Blog Challenge. The ask is to post daily for the 30 days of April. If we do, I think we win a badge. That makes me happy. I am big on badges. Money would be nice but a badge will do.

If I’m honest, I had a bit of a head start on daily blog-writing, publishing my first post on March 14 and committing to do that daily for a year. (That could change and for an exceptionally good reason which I will address in a later post.)

Paul Taubman is running the challenge. Since April 1, he has been posting prompts I have blithely ignored until now. I have lots to write about. But his prompt today was not only an interesting ask but potentially valuable to me. For the memoir, I have to describe my ideal reader. As of now, I don’t know exactly who I should be writing for. Imagine, Paul suggests, sitting in a cafe with one of your blog readers. Letting them tell you what they need to hear. The exact words of Paul’s prompt:

Have Coffee With A Reader

If you were sitting in a coffee shop with one of your blog readers, what would you chat about? What would you like them to know? Or what would you like to know about them? Share it in a blog post.

I am naturally garrulous and gregarious (ie, verbose) and a former multi-media journalist. Talking to people is easy for me. Not just easy but usually enjoyable and occasionally fascinating. I believe every single person has a story to tell. Finding them was my main bread and butter as a CBC journalist. The newsroom hierarchy was such that you weren’t rising on the corporate ladder unless you were bent on pursuing “hard news.” My bent was more toward “human interest” stories. That is the sole reason I did not become the female version of Peter Mansbridge, the legendary CBC TV news host, of my set.

I did a few stories I was exceptionally proud of. Annie Cairns was an orphaned Middlemore Home schoolgirl who was moved from England to Canada at 14 in the 1940s. Her story was analogous to Anne of Green Gables as she evolved from a mistreated child to eventually become a settled wife, mother, and homemaker.

Annie’s story was broadcast on CBC radio and ripped off the cloak of shame she had worn all her life. She eventually traveled back to England and elsewhere around the world in the remaining years of her life. Free as a bird. That pleased me greatly. It was my first real-world experience of giving voice to a miserable history allowing them to drop the veil of shame that changed someone’s life for the better.

So, back to the present and Paul’s prompt, what would I ask a blog reader? I would want to know what grabbed them about any particular blog post they had read. What bored them? Or confused them? Did any of the posts delight them? Or repel them? I would want to know how to address readers’ concerns more directly. What would they want to know more about? What would they prefer never to hear tell of again?

I enjoy sharing my take on what I have learned about life in our time. It makes life make more sense to me, in fact. The lessons have been abundant. Sometimes hilarious. At other times, searingly painful. Wondrous. Perplexing. Savage and sacred. The whole enchilada.

I would like them to know about the lessons I have learned from the greats of history. Antoine St. Exupery’s The Little Prince taught me that we find love and meaning by pouring them into something we care about and watching it grow. Don Miguel de Ruiz’ The Four Agreements taught me to lighten up and not take everything people said personally. And to do my best no matter how lowly the task. Gandhi taught that lesson well as he cleaned latrines along with the untouchables caste in his Indian compound. That is the very definition of walking a mile in someone else’s moccasins.

I’d say more to my blog readers if I knew I had their ear. I’d ask them more questions. I’d probably get up and get us another coffee. And a couple of biscotti.

Writing this blog is something like starting a conversation. A little one-sided at the moment I grant you. But it is written in the hope that one day that conversation will become a two-way street. Even a multi-way street. Which would be – to use the parlance of the time – awesome.