It struck him that the understanding of our place within the
universe was either radically important or deeply uninteresting. On the one
hand it seemed fundamentally important whether a person believed that the
universe was created and sustained by an all powerful being who’s true aim,
problems aside was the redemption of some portion of humanity. Or whether you
thought that the world was a mere accident in a myriad of accidents, or some
sort of cosmic inevitability that was ultimately meaningless, just a collection
of matter that had a tendency to form organisms, who in turn, formed more
complex organisms. In short, whether human history was directed towards some
goal, or whether human existence was just a monumental accident. This, it
seemed to him, should be the essential sort of question that every human being
should come to terms with before deciding how to live their life, whether
things like ethics and morals etc. were even relevant, seemed somewhat
contingent on this conclusion. And yet, people, himself included, tended to
give more sustained thought to whether they’d prefer Chinese food or pizza for
dinner than on the nature or direction of their existence. Why was this? Did
everybody secretly already know in their gut whether they believed in anything
beyond themselves as cosmic jokes or not? Or were these questions so difficult
to answer that they just functioned in the background of everyone’s mind, like
a computer running some endless processing function.
The real problem was that, from a societal standpoint, at
least in the technocratic western world where he’d been weaned, the answer to
the question was a non-sequiter. What does the creation of the universe or your
place in it have to do with rent, with a spreadsheet, with staying in shape?
You’d hear, and heard a couple in his church going days, a sermon or two that
said that it made all the difference, but he often wondered if that was true.
People who professed to believe in the direction of God in the world always
seemed hopelessly naïve, or so like their non-believing cohorts that the belief
didn’t seem to matter. It was too hard to walk a reasonable middle ground. And
either way, it didn’t seem, with the way society was made, to matter at all. We
were no longer sacrificing cows or other human beings to deities for rain. It
had become a thing that a person could consider in the privacy of their own
home, like whether to have cable or not. In short, religion was on the fringe.
He wasn’t even sure that that was a problem, or whether it was just a natural
result of being a citizen in any developed nation.
He spent one summer as a tour guide of the world’s smallest
mountain along the coast of CA. It wasn’t technically a mountain, but the
company determined that the phrase, world’s smallest mountain, was catchier
than, not technically a mountain, but still pretty small. He’d run a gondola, a
very short gondola up to the top of the mountain for young couples looking for
romance or older couples not wiling to climb stairs. At the top of the world’s
smallest mountain was a tiny village composed of a gift shop, an ice cream
shop, and two restaurants. It was his first introduction into the adult world
of work and he found the work world deeply mystifying and stultifyingly boring
all at once.
Is this really what people did all day? Pushed a button to
start a gondola? Smiled at strangers? Did it not occur to anyone else that
having seventy percent of the population working in the service industry was
deeply bizarre? That each of us serving each other, with a, if the company was
good, fake plastered on smile was vaguely orgiastic as though we were rewarding
ourselves for doing the very things that we’d been saving up to be doing. It
would be like working at Disneyland all summer to afford spending a day at
Disneyland. He meant something, else, but it almost seemed analogous. Everyone
was actually in this deep symbiotic relationship where they all worked for each
other, but the real underlying problem of this beautiful system is that most
people hate the customers they work with, or at least dislike them, find them
annoying. And yet, if seventy percent of people are working in the service
industry, what’s being communicated is the fact that seventy percent of people
don’t actually like themselves, or don’t respect the job that they do. When not
working they find themselves deeply annoying. How could this not create a
nation of people alienated from themselves?