The ceribral Luddite

The ceribral Luddite,  So now I get how ignorance can be bliss. Are we really better as man's (women's) natural inquisitive nature has sought out the revealing of "truth" Techno and the development of techno industrial creativity? I found the 'interview with the Luddite allowed me to wonder and re evaluate the value of staying in a  Tribal environment. The idea of post birth, birth control was disturbing, but isn't that the "global Village" current reality. The technologically advanced societies allow crops to rot in the fields, pollute drinking water, consume energy poison the atmosphere, destroy the bounty of nature and use even more resources and technology to "fix" the environment. While tens of thousand of children die everyday for lack of even the basics. We have been short on thinking about repercussion of invention and have been short sighted in hoarding discovery. We are so fearful of failing or falling behind, we lay waste to our responsibilities to each other. We may be a global village, but we are not all equal contributors or benefactors. Many have been sold a bill of goods of what constitutes the meaning and purpose of our existence on the planet. Are we a Big Bang fluke of random occurrences with limited hope ability or purpose or have we lost our way? This whole departure reminds me of man's (women's) quest for the "good" life as revealed in the following story.

The Tale of the fisherman and the TouristA tourist looks on a most idyllic picture: a fisherman dozing in the sun in his rowing boat that he has pulled out of the waves which come rolling up the sandy beach. The tourist's camera clicks and the fisherman wakes. The tourist asks: “The weather is great and there's plenty of fish, so why are you lying around instead of going out and catching more?”
The fisherman replies: “Because I caught enough this morning.”
“But just imagine,” the tourist says, “you could go out there three or four times a day and bring home three or four times as much fish! And then you know what could happen?” The fisherman shakes his head. “After a year you could buy yourself a motorboat,” says the tourist. “After two years you could buy a second one, and after three years you could have a cutter or two. And just think! One day you might be able to build a freezing plant or a smoke house. You might eventually even get your own helicopter for tracing shoals of fish and guiding your fleet of cutters, or you could buy your own trucks to ship your fish to the capital, and then . . .”
“And then?” asks the fisherman.
“And then”, the tourist continues triumphantly, “you'd could spend time sitting at the beachside, dozing in the sun and looking at the beautiful ocean!” The fisherman looks at the tourist: “But that is exactly what I was doing before you came along!”
(slightly abridged from an original story by Heinrich Böll)