A lot of changes in thinking deal with the acceptance of new ideas. The only fixed habit that no one wants changed is the memory clock that is buried deep in our brains. This mind gismo automatically keeps records of all the things that happen throughout our lifetime, unless Alzheimer’s disease starts working on that storage box. (It makes me very sad when I see several of my old time friends whose minds are slowly being destroyed by that ‘take over’ disease. And no one is immune to it.)
Accepting changes to something new is ingenuity in action. Some changes in our habits take place very smoothly when we see that it benefits us—like early day horse farmers who stared in wonder when seeing an advanced neighbor out in the field with his noisy new tractor, dragging a long load of plows across the field.
Accepting tractors came quite easy. After all, a spin of the old hand crank starter was much more fun than hooking up a bunch of nervous horses. And turning off the switch at quitting time was much easier than leading all those nags back to their board and room stalls in the barn. But when it comes to science, especially in the rural area, some folks don’t accept what scientists hand out in the form of knowledge.—That ancient guy, Galileo, didn’t have a snap when he tried to prove that the earth revolved around the sun, and that the universe was full of lots of space. Galileo was thrown in the dungeon for harboring knowledge. But you couldn’t blame those early day Christians for making Galileo suffer for his shocking statements because scientists weren’t around in those days to make them smart.
Boy, we sure have come a long ways since Galileo’s time. A few years ago, science made it possible to send a space ship to Mars. It was loaded with all kinds of scientific stuff, so we could study photos of interesting findings. Going at oodles of miles per hour, it still took months to get to Mars. When this space thing landed, a bolt got jarred loose from the robot’s arm. By pressing certain buttons and a lot of other things in the control room, zillions of miles from Mars, they were able to locate the bolt that was laying there on Mars’ surface. Service was then restored via long distance TV.
"Accepting Changes" Kik-Backs No. 3, page 29, part 1 (continued) (home)
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