This came to me as I sat in the coffee shop waiting for lunch today.
The human life span is alarmingly short in the grand scheme of things. Conventional wisdom would have it that since the age of about 20-30 most people are preparing for life of the next generation. But how are my memories going to be preserved? In fact how are the memories of this generation going to propagate? Will it be encoded in the genes as some have speculated in the past in the form of racial memories? Customs? Rituals…
On a personal level are my lessons learnt going to be passed down? Verbal means already being an inefficient means of communication, can we better ensure that the next and future generations can learn from our mistakes? Maybe this is god’s way of playing a joke on us – imperfet and keep on making the same mistakes?