“Now I'm a scientific expert; that means I know nothing about absolutely everything.”
― Arthur C. Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey
Imagine you had two people. One who is a sort of generalist who looks outward; he looks for living principles, knowing full well that such principles change, that they develop.
And the other who is a sort of expert specialist who looks inward; he looks into the narrow standards of his own specialty. He can tell you to the smallest detail about certain things, but grows mad when asked to tie his shoes. He doesn't want to concern himself about the borders of his thinking, and so narrows and narrows his thinking until he can figure out very specific concepts like quaternions and the Assembly programming language instantly. He can tell you what
diabolical magic squares are and how they differ from
most-perfect magic squares. He cannot tell you what he last ate. Exceptions to discovered rules annoy him.
The world isn't dying because of generalists and a broad slow living style among the population, trying to live within their natural limits. Its dying because no one cares about anything outside their personal interests. Nobody likes borders because nobody can deal simply with border issues. The death is treated as a distraction, like Jeffery Epstein viewed good and evil. What does the consequences of my actions matter, when I want to do them? Political policies cannot stand up to the criminal element. That is the narrow-minded thinking that hates the borders of topics and that fears the deeper meaning behind things. For they are living, and shift from quiet cold understanding.
We must understand that anything which we can identify as our universe is merely part of larger phenomena. Our nation is failing and falling to specializations without organizations. Either we embrace the anthill and become a twisted net of specialists organized from above by people beyond our care or truly beyond our degenerated understanding of things other than our favorite topics. Or alternatively, we embrace an utter destruction of the hell where nobody cares how the world works because they're happy little specialists. A Hell which exists because the great mass of humanity wanting to pursue their private passions are killing the biosphere of the planet, either specialists care and rule over the rest or we all care.
I say we should all have the freedom that comes from discipline. Humanity should not come to be a zoo with specialist man-keepers ruling over us and our increasingly narrow-minded obsessions. It may prove wrong later, but we’ll correct that when we come to it. Taking responsibility for ourselves to avoid what is coming, and leaving the hive-cities of obsessive chaotic mess which is going to get more sad and worse over time, is what a man who wishes to stay a man should want. This is all that I want now for humanity. I don't want to descend evolutionarily for the sake of inventing some new concept I grow frustrated conceiving a use for. I must remain capable of saying: “There’s no real mystery about this at the moment. I must not cut myself off from the broad sweep of what is happening in his universe. I, opposed by all the world's scheming for infinite growth and the next new thing, should bring to decision-making a healthy common sense." We are losing this to late-stage capitalism just as the USSR lost it, but slower as our lack of responsibility is better than an all-embracing central responsibility-taking which cannot see many details.
Instead humanity will value those who are a source of useless nit-picking, the ferocious quibble over a comma. Experts and specialists who will lead you quickly into chaos with them, and then only moreso without them afterwards once you have grown used to the television over the radio. Nowhere will it be seen to be wise to have decisions of great moment monitored by generalists. Above all else, humanity must come to understand that
it is dying from it's fucking autism.