Century: (n) a period of one hundred years.
I have lived in two centuries.
From my birth to the present day, we have transported our emotions from bigotry to “Oh, my God. We’re bigots.”
We have gone from cars using gasoline to cars using gasoline but us feeling kind of guilty about it.
We have traveled from medicine believing it has the answer to some things to medicine being quite certain it has the answer to everything.
We have spanned the generation gap by explaining that psychologically, such a chasm is necessary.
We have gone to the moon, but can’t really get back there so we insist “we’re not really interested in space.”
We have flown from an era when women were treated as inferiors, encouraged to stay in the home, to a time when women insist they’re not inferior because they stay in the home.
We have progressed our technology to the point of inefficiency.
We have improved our diplomacy by continuing the threat of nuclear war.
We have addressed racism by giving it an abundance of names.
We have handled the Golden Rule by simply refusing to go to church.
And we have defined tolerance by secretly alienating humans instead of publicly insisting on separated bathrooms.
Progress is made when the human heart is tapped, confirming that we have a soul. Once we feel that our soul has some eternal journey, our brain can be trained to be more generous.
Then acts of kindness seem logical instead of magnanimous.