We humans, we are not meant to travel long distances, to be ungrounded, as it were. We haven’t evolved to handle it yet, biologically, culturally, emotionally. It’s an elephant in the room with us that we dance around: the removal of barriers to communication and travel appear to have rendered “near” and “far” as concepts for the most part obsolete.
The thing is that they aren’t actually obsolete. We just sure they ought to be. So we live our lives as though distance doesn’t matter and time can be stretched and compressed at will, no longer a year to go across country, just an hour or two, no longer a week to send a message, your message can get there now.
But these transcendental leaps are not under our control. Each of them involves risks and each of them involves a large reservoir of stored productivity. There are a limited number of them that can be taken, and each one requires a recovery period—biological, cultural, emotional, financial. We spend a great portion of our lives trying to compensate in hard labor for this shortening of distances and compression of time and as a result we don’t get to live these laboring moments in the moment in any way.
Bascially we’re meant to live in a village and smile at the same faces all the time and not lose any of them except to death. That’s all.
I don’t know what I’m talking about. Crap pontification to no end. Getting older doesn’t give you any more insight into anything whatsoever. It’s just getting older.