When the cell phone industry announced 3G some years ago, I had to look up what “G” meant. “Oh, right”, I recall saying aloud, after reading online that G stood for generation. “I knew that.” Of course I had no idea what constituted arrival at the 3rd G and the next level of technical telecommunication capability. It could have been part marketing and part improved information technology. But it was something new, a layer above. It was another generation.
It is odd how much faith we place in generational change, either through time or via knowledge breakthroughs. Our stories read like an arc drawn over human history in some celestial blueprint, always pressing forward, ahead, surging, sometimes in spurts, towards improvement instead of deterioration. While not everyone feels that today is better than the proverbial yesterday, most of us believe that it should be, that, in principle, each generation should build on the lessons from the previous one, that every age should learn from its predecessors, that progress should define the human enterprise rather than stagnation or, worse yet, deterioration and regression. In the face of the occasional ‘one step back’, there should always be two steps forward – or at least a step and a half.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” Penned in 1905 by philosopher George Santayana, this exhortation to remain conscious of time and things past was paraphrased four decades later by Winston Churchill when he famously replaced “remember the past” with “learn from history”. The alteration may seem minor; it has, however, fairly massive significance. Because to learn implies something very different from to remember. Indeed, a study of experience through the lens of impact can bring valuable insight into lessons learned from such experience. Even if imperfectly gained, sharpened understanding of yesteryear can bring benefits for both the present and then future, helping us individually and collectively from repeating prior missteps and mistakes, guiding us, haltingly yet gradually, to something better.
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.” Clutching the skull of the dead court jester, Hamlet gives voice to the frailty of life, the vanity of human experience, and our difficulty seeing beyond the moments of our individual lives to the grander sweep and scope of our history. There is a certain sad resignation in this scene, a surrendering acceptance that what we do seems to be of little consequence, that as we are all destined for the soil following our final breath then the things of this life, of this world, of this time, well, all of it is, perhaps, inconsequential, that we and the silly meanderings of our lives do not matter.
How untrue.
It matters, what you and I do. We need not understand how or why our choices matter to believe, as a fundamental value, that they do, to hold in our hearts an ethic of virtue that manifests in our words, our actions, our desire to rise above ourselves, and our previous actions, and do better.
A month ago, a memory device came to mind while I was hiking in the high desert, a way to remind myself each day of the power of perspective in my own life: generosity and gratitude. Just two words. Yet within each lies a range of ability, humility, and reference. And it helps that they begin with the same letter. I decided I could remember to think of both values by recalling “two g’s” when I took my daily walk. It has worked. Every day, I remind myself that as long as I am fortunate to feel the effects of earthly attraction, I can remember to extend generosity, even in small doses, to the world and to be grateful for the opportunity to do so. Last week, the perhaps obvious extension of the memory device occurred to me: what other g’s might I consider? Was there an equivalent, evolutionary “5G” in my values to the generational stack in wireless telecommunication capability?
Consultation with a dictionary was not required. Nor did it take much time for me to settle on additions to my mnemonic. Gentleness jumped into place as my 3rd G, followed by grace, and then, grandeur. “Wait!” an internal voice called. “You should take your time with this. There are many other possibilities.” True, I am sure there are many worthy candidates for a place in my 5G framework. But I like the ones that my unrestricted consciousness served me. They seem to move in some sequence and order that feels, strangely, generational.
And there is room to grow, should I decide to add to my own 5G standard before the telecommunications industry adds to its. That is the beauty of having references and structures in our learning: we can evolve them, refine and improve them. But to do so we must remember them, just as we must recall, through clear eyes and unvarnished viewpoints, the lessons of our past lest, or even when, we find ourselves relearning those lessons, sometimes painfully, often unnecessarily.
What is a 5G history equivalent for the contemporary world? Europe is again at war. Our climate slides further into worrisome waters. Those who would divide us from a common cause hold noisy megaphones. In the face of such challenges, we must give historical reflection its due, past experience its present potential, so that our children do not, like Hamlet, find themselves contemplating the graveyards of their ancestors with the same resigned remorse. We can learn. We can embrace our inadequacies. We can embody what is good and what our past has taught us is the best in ourselves. We can accept that the force binding us – a force we might call the Creator, the prime mover, Allah, Buddha, the great spirit, God – is more powerful than any oppositional influence which might shatter or splinter us.
We should all feel the same gravity. 1G should be a mighty motivator.