Time to hit the great outdoors again.
Some of us think that this millennium has gotten off to a false start involving a dramatic turn toward a number of dubious approaches, such as religious fundamentalism, market fundamentalism, Keynesian economics and statism — we’re all over the place, trying everything — autocracy, centralized bureaucracy and behemoth unions, divisive agendas and shrapnel societies, all of which operate on the backdrop of soulless-mindless socio-capitalism and suicidal enterprise, plus nationalism and the surveillance state, and a little populism to spice things up.
All of the above have become synonymous with the new millennium. Call them our signature dishes, these amazing beauties, and yet, central as they seem to human affairs, they will sooner or later be countered by the advent of psychoactivity i.e. the age of transcendence, a period in human affairs that will mark the shift of organizational intelligence to a whole new level, a cognitive and emotional vibration in tune with the surrounding environment.
But that’s just an idea, a crazy notion among many others, so completely out there, so darn looney and farfetched, it operates on the margins of psychology and the law, if not beyond them.
And yet, outrageous as it all sounds, ain’t it better to go crazy trying to understand the underpinnings of the world at large rather than shoot ourselves in the foot in the name of yesterday’s gods, and for a few dollars more?
Of course, psychoactivity is not the only option available. There’s also AI, another super-crazy notion, a total game changer, plus the very real prospect of space travel and space colonization, starting with the Moon, or Mars. Some of us claim we can combine all three approaches — transcendence, AI, and space travel — to craft a world beyond our wildest imagination.
Ain’t that worth considering?
The future. It’s high time we got serious about the times ahead. It’s either business as usual, going round in circles, or a nice long pause followed by a leap or two, the chance to break new ground, new boundaries and horizons. A fresh wilderness, waiting to be breached, ours to explore, and about time, too, because the air in this room, this chamber we live in, is turning stale.
Hold on to your britches. It’s going to be a wild ride.
From your incurably far-reaching Spin Doctor,
Eyes open, mind blown.