Unconstrained superpowers

I was just on my way to bed but I missed my window, the baby woke up. Maybe tomorrow night then. It is funny how little sleep is required to function at some kind of level. It is 530am and since I am sitting here making shhhhh noises, I figured I may as well write a little.

The photo was taken a few years ago at about this time of the morning before Steem. My wife used to work in Helsinki and would catch the train and I would take her to the station. It meant 430 wakeups. Did I mention I am not a morning person? I am a night owl though.

I have always loved being awake when everyone else is asleep as there is so much more space to think and do but, it is hard to keep it up with a young family, plus that pesky small business I have. Steem in one form or another takes up most time though.

In some way it is an addiction because I believe so strongly there is a future somewhere here that far outstrips the current value both monetarily and for a larger purpose. In some ways I feel that if I don't give it my all, I am somehow selling myself, my family and the community short.

In a chat tonight there was a serious talk concerning geopolitics and borders. It is funny for some perhaps, but I think that in a couple hundred years the imaginary borders many fight and die to protect won't be there. Many of the countries will no longer be in the form they are today and what we are doing here is part of that journey.

The technologies, currencies and delivery systems we are creating undermine the very economic models that maintain those borders. It makes the walls porous and eventually irrelevant as value distribution starts to spread outside of the control of authority. All it really takes is enough people to agree that this system is better than theirs.

A lot of what holds this process back is the competition between the bordered states, nationalism, pride and a sense that where one is randomly born defines them. It isn't true, they are just labels, but we live as if this random placement is worth dying for, and many have and continue to do so.

What is interesting is that these concepts we hold so strongly to are nothing more than stories we tell each other, tell ourselves and then act upon as if they are the only way. Why can't we just imagine a better story and live it instead, why live a narrative where the majority are slaves indentured to a debt cycle, and engineered mechanisms which limit out potential? If we all agree, couldn't we just shift the paradigm and then work to make it reality?

My daughter woke up talking and when I came into her room she was saying, "I saw you, I saw you, Daddy" I guess she had a dream about me. She is too young to understand what they are yet but I hope that when she dreams of me, at least there I am doing my best by her.

Sometimes, I look at the world my wife and I have chosen to bring a child into and question how selfish we are to have created an innocent life, and be almost powerless to improve the world in which she lives. I try to always remind myself though:

Almost powerless is not, powerless.

Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
_{(posted from phone)}