Friday, February 8, 2013
Attention must be paid
In my office I have a few pet trilobites, in the same way people used to keep pet rocks.
Trilobites were highly successful, as species go, and their timeline will dwarf that of our own in the geologic record. They scuttled about the ocean floors for over 270 million years. Imagine the alien paleontologist of the future: "Humans--flashy but self-destructive. But these trilobites--wow!"
250 million years after the trilobites died out, I was promoted into my current position. Before that, the incumbent was here for over a decade. In a few years, that manager will largely be forgotten, aside from an occasional visitor to the company's archive. Almost no one remembers the two (or was it three?) people who came before her. "Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!", the forgotten Ozymandias admonishes across the sands of time. What my predecessor thought of as their potential legacy--a training program--was eliminated in a brief email discussion that probably took all of two minutes' thought. Not even a pen stroke, just a tap of the Enter button. "Look upon my--oops, okay, I'll just put my stuff in a box and go."
Last week, a friend of my father's, not even 70, dropped dead in a parking lot as she went to pick up her grandchild. Here one second, gone the next. As a genealogist, I know that the majority of people do not know the last names of their great-grandparents. Three generations, and poof!
Time, even on the scale of one minor planet in the Milky Way, is vast, and our lives are short. Ars longa, vita brevis. Art is long, life is short, Hippocrates tells us. But even art is short, and quickly forgotten, compared to geological time. That's what my frozen little friends on the shelf remind me. "Look upon our works, ye mighty," trilobites proclaim, "and despair."
I may be a poor player strutting and fretting my hour on the stage, but the hour is mine before I am heard no more. Cancer refocuses priorities for a lot of patients. I feel that refocusing.
As Geddy Lee put it, we must get on with "the real relation, the underlying theme."
Posted by Replicant at 10:12 AM