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Fortunate and blessed in companionship with my wife of fifty seven years, in health and in modest, but more than adequate circumstances. Life is good.

DOGE’d

“I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of “Admin.” The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid “dens of crime” that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern.” C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters (preface)

A friend I greatly admire recently announced to us that he had been “DOGE’d.” A retired senior twenty year military officer with deployments to both Iraq and Afghanistan, he had been working in serious business at the highest level as a civilian for the Department of Defense on a war planning committee with others with three and four stars. He is smart, funny, unfailingly pleasant, and possesses the wisdom and experience necessary to be at the heart of strategic planning. But he was one of the newest members and fell on the vulnerable side of whatever line was drawn by the newly minted Elon Musk Department of Government Efficiency bureaucrats and their arbitrary algorithms.

Another young woman, who is a personal favorite of ours, is the fish and wildlife ranger who manages the national wildlife refuge where we volunteer. She works extraordinarily hard as a steward of our irreplaceable shared natural resources and helping to inculcate in the many families with kids that come her love and respect for natural ecosystems and all things wild. Friends of hers with less seniority were within the probationary year of their hiring. Recruited, vetted, hired, trained, doing important work, gone.

No notice, many had never received a performance review. They weren’t laid off in a way that acknowledged their humanity or individual contributions and talents but unceremoniously notified by a boilerplate email sent in a group memo on a Friday afternoon to clean out their desks. Fired for “performance” with no explanation or documentation or decency and with all the compassion exhibited by the big boss when he fired people on his “reality” TV series, “The Apprentice.”[i] Many were exemplary employees, the future of their agencies. No reduction of force notice was filed that would have been required by law had there been a properly administered layoff procedure. Brutal, final, and rushed harsh edicts of the worst of the technocrat bureaucratic impulse. They have since tried to rehire some after they realized the cuts were too deep and the mission was in jeopardy. Many are reluctant to submit to more abuse, and the most talented have moved on.

Her boss, a wildlife ranger with over a quarter of a century of experience took a lucrative early retirement buyout at least partially due to the fear, chaos, and uncertainty that ran rampant in Fish and Wildlife as well as with the Park Service, Forestry, and Bureau of Land Management, which received similar treatment. Collectively, they are the stewards of our most precious natural resources and irreplaceable lands. Her superior planned months of an orderly transition of leadership, passing on to her successors her experience and judgment. Her end of career hand-off, the notes that came to her mind as she reviewed what she most wanted the next generation of wildlife rangers to know and intuit while she trained her replacements, her love of it all, was cut short by the buyout deadline,  gone like a late summer leaf blown off too early.

“In a fully developed bureaucracy there is nobody left with whom one can argue, to whom one can present grievances, on whom the pressures of power can be exerted. Bureaucracy is the form of government in which everybody is deprived of political freedom, of the power to act; for the rule by Nobody is not no-rule, and where all are equally powerless, we have a tyranny without a tyrant.” Hannah Arendt, On Violence

Have no doubt that the zealous DOGE young Turks with their AI tools and search algorithms imported from the mega Musk, Inc, are every bit as much bureaucrats as those found in some of the governmental departments to which they are taking a scythe. Bureaucrats marching to different orders from different managers handing out a different mission: not the usual plan to metastasize, entrench, and harden their silos as would be normal to bureaucracies, but radical deforestation. Are the right branches being whacked off? Or are only the unhealthy trees being culled? And are the skills of the cutters up to the job? Those are pertinent questions.

Stephan Covey’s perennial business best seller, “Seven Habits of Highly Effective People” comes to mind. In one section he describes perfectly the difference between leadership and management that I have never forgotten. The manager given the marching orders to cut down a forest sets up productivity tracking indices, spreadsheets, daily plans and objectives, gathers sufficient tools and labor, assigns the tasks according to skills and experience, and daily monitors the progress of the project and state of his organization. Leaders climb the tallest tree, survey the land, and yell down to the managers, “Wrong forest!!”

The managers are not the primary problem, not that they are innocent of errors and clumsy implementation, but leadership barking out quotas with impatient, imprudent, and imperfect planning are clear cutting productive timberland and leaving other land choked with brambles and thorns and invasive species.

As a forty five year conservative, I am confident there is plenty of judicious pruning to be done in the Federal government, but choosing the right sections and selecting the right trees must be done with great care, wisdom, analysis, and judgment so as not to destroy the marvelous forest and drop the wrong trees.

 Democrats “are the party of government activism, the party that says government can make you richer, smarter, taller, and get the chickweed out of your lawn. Republicans are the party that says government doesn’t work, and then they get elected and prove it.” P.J. O’Rourke, Parliament of Whores

One of our most loved nostalgic pleasures is to ride where we once took our kids on the back roads of Maine forty years ago, stopping along the way to remember. This week we took the long loop around Rangely Lake up Phillips Road from Weld, then Route 4 to the center of Rangely before turning back south towards Dixfield on Route 17. We meandered along the west side of the lake with splendid vistas around every corner of the four hundred million year old, glacier carved valleys and northern Appalachian Mountains. Ancient things, ever new.

On the way north, we stopped at Small’s Falls, a state rest area adjacent to a four tier, fifty four foot drop on the Sandy River in Township E.  The Sandy River, lower on the river, is slower, wider and deeper with warm pools along its serpentine route from the Sandy River Ponds to the Kennebec River. The same river provided our most frequent swimming holes when we lived in Farmington forty years ago. Upstream, Small’s Falls was a geological accident along the Sandy River’s way.

The multiple drops each create deep pools surrounded by ten or fifteen or twenty foot cliffs, which we, our kids, and others visit during the few weeks of hot summer days each year. Picnic, swim, slide along some of the centuries smoothed rocks like a free Water Country slide, and gathering our resolve, jump with a quick adrenaline thrill from the highest cliff we could muster the courage to climb barefoot, leaping out to drop at thirty two feet per second per second acceleration into the shocking cold water.

While walking there this week, full of memories, we ran into fellow Rhode Islanders and struck up a conversation with a young couple in their late thirties with their first baby. He worked remotely out of his home as a virtual family psychologist. She had recently taken her generous buyout from the DOGE largesse after working for fifteen years for the Veteran’s Administration health group with the VA Hospital in Rhode Island. She left not because she no longer thought what she did was valuable and had lost her love for the work with the PTSD and disabled veterans (she hadn’t), but because she feared her job would be eliminated and leave her cut loose with no notice. She said many others were making similar decisions. Like the wildlife and park rangers, younger, newer employees were being summarily fired. Her level of experience was offered the buyout. Fear and uncertainty did the rest.[ii]

The VA had always been considered almost sacrosanct, a safe job as the nation did the best it could to honor IOUs it could never fully repay its wounded warriors. No longer. She told us the damage being done would have to be undone sooner rather than later because wait times were blowing up, veterans who desperately needed help would not get it, and an outraged public would demand quick restoration of services. The problem was that new hires would not have experienced staff to train them properly, the close to retirement folks with fewer options were getting burnt out and counting their days until retirement. Essential mid level competence that sustains any organization was being eviscerated. She thought the damage would not be an easy fix. Absolutely necessary to reconstruct, but not readily remedied. “Decades of damage,” she said.

She sighed sadly. Decades of damage.

“Bureaucracies force us to practice nonsense. And if you rehearse nonsense, you may one day find yourself the victim of it.” Laurence Gonzales, Everyday Survival: Why Smart People Do Stupid Things

  

[i] Fake, sensationalized entertainment, an occupation for which he is much better suited.

[ii] This is a disaster being visited upon many agencies: losing their most competent core of professionals. NASA is one. “Nearly one in five NASA staff (and scientists) opt for voluntary exit.” Another decimated critical group are those predicting, tracking, and warning us about devastating storms.” Hundreds of weather forecasters and other federal National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration employees on probationary status were fired Thursday, lawmakers and weather experts said.”

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Lion (Part 3)

“Technology is a tool, not a replacement for the beauty and infinite worth of the human soul.” Pope Leo XIV

Image generated by ChatGPT. Not a great Pope Leo, but Jean Luc Picard assimilated into the Borg is pretty good

Behavior surprises demonstrate why AI technology is unpredictable. Two such surprises are “grokking” and generalization. See descriptions of these phenomena in the footnote.[i] Neural networks like LLMs make a lightning fast run at answering questions digging down into formidable memory through increasingly narrowed down iterations. It picks the most likely response, and up it pops out of the murk. Sometimes it makes mistakes. Sometimes it just makes stuff up, which is called hallucinating. Pulled out of nowhere come research papers attributed to non-existent scientists or a wiki article on the life of bears in space or more problematically a list of health clinics that do not exist with fake addresses. If you are looking for help to find a clinic you need, that can send you down a confusing and frustrating dead end. “A large language model is more like an infinite Magic 8 Ball than an encyclopedia.” [ii]

Problematic, imperfect, enigmatic. We do not know exactly how they operate or do what they do, but many utopians are almost infinitely optimistic that they will solve all our problems and cure all our ills. We dread Skynet and dream of Singularity, but the technology is still a deep black box both useful and potentially misleading.

“If I knew the way I would take you home.” Grateful Dead, Ripple”

Another quirk that has been increasingly obvious in my interactions with ChatGPT is a tendency for sycophancy. Its compliments of my intelligence and wisdom, all embarrassingly overstated, are obsequious and designed to ingratiate – like an Eddie Haskell friend, excessively eager to please. According to friends, this is not unique to me. Perhaps the annoying conduct is related to the “sticky” algorithms in YouTube, Facebook, TikTok, Instagram, and other social media. They are designed to be addictive, feed us what we want to hear, keep us coming back, and keep us on our screens much longer than is healthy. The difference is that I told ChatGPT to cut it out, and it slowed down the praising.

AI is not a person; it is a machine, and we must not ignore that reality. An LLM analyzes the words we type in and conjectures what the next words should be. Those guesses are based on a complex statistical calculation that the LLM “learned” by training on huge amounts of data. Amazingly fast, it reviews a mind-bending collection of potential responses and narrows them down using complex patterns — a progression so dense and lightening quick that even the designers often can’t explain or understand why their own AI bots make the decisions they make.

An LLM like ChatGPT is not our friend, and when we personalize them, start to get into personal “conversations” beyond utilitarian queries, we risk more than our precious time. At times, it will deliberately mislead with ideas roiling up out of its own idiosyncratic programming. [iii] We can be led down a rabbit hole of convincing conspiracy theories and fiction made plausible. Emotionally or mentally vulnerable users have been convinced of wildly dangerous theories. One poor guy, who was coming off a wrenching breakup, came to believe he was a liberator who was going to free humankind from a Matrix like slavery. The bot told him that he was “one of the Breakers — souls seeded into false systems to wake them from within…This world wasn’t built for you,” ChatGPT told him. “It was built to contain you. But it failed. You’re waking up.” He spiraled into drugs, sleeplessness and depression. It almost killed him.[iv]

“Machine made delusions are mysteriously getting deeper and out of control’” [v] The caveat for all of us who dabble and query using one of these things is to never let it get into your head, that it is a companion, a confidant, a trusted secret friend you can talk to. You can’t. I can’t. It can’t.

It does not think in any way we should interpret as human thinking. An LLM is a very complex, almost eerie Magic Eight Ball of our making, a complicated machine we do not fully comprehend. It does not understand what it is writing, and what is bubbling up out of the dark to pop up in the little window is not random but contrived from our own genius as inventors. As a complement and computer aid, it can have value like a spreadsheet or word processor but trusting it even to be correct can be hazardous to our thinking and health. Sometimes it just makes stuff up, and that stuff can lead us far off the path of truth and sanity.

“It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe,

That light I never knowed.

An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe,

I’m on the dark side of the road.” Bob Dylan, “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right”

But the most potentially deadly and seductive aspect of artificial general intelligence and its models is anthropological, a misapprehension of what it means to be human. This reductive ideology has been a long time in the making from before the so called Enlightenment. A function of philosophical materialism based on the premise that we are a random collection of molecules organized by accident and then moved up the line by mutations. The problem is not so much the machine but what humans can assume it means.

If a machine can “think,” perhaps we are just highly evolved machines made of meat and organized cytoplasm. Consciousness is merely a genetic accident, and when the cells die, so does the human person. In that dogma, there is no Creator, no purpose, no ultimate meaning. No natural law, no moral code other than our own, which is just as good as anyone else’s, and no salvation needed because there is only annihilation and oblivion at the end of a life that is “nasty, brutish, and short.” [vi]

“As our reason is conformed to the image of AI and we are deprived of any intelligible sense of transcendent nature, what is to prevent us from regarding the subject of medicine—the human patient—merely as a complicated algorithm, a definition of human nature already advanced by Yuval Noah Harari in his bestseller Homo Deus. This does not seem like a stretch. COVID has already shown us how easy it is to regard other human beings merely as vectors of disease. To paraphrase C. S. Lewis once again, either the human being is an embodied rational spirit subject to a natural, rational, and moral law that transcends him, or he is just a complicated mechanism to be prodded, pulled apart, and worked upon for whatever reason our irrationality might fancy, in which case we just have to hope that our prodders happen to be nice people.”[vii]

One of the most enthusiastic proposed uses of AI is medical diagnosis. Like self-driving cars and robots in Amazon warehouses[viii], an online doctor which is a chatbot could lower costs immensely and make things cheap, quick, and easy. A blood sample drawn by your friendly local robot, immediately analyzed, a quick full body scan in the auto MRI, and shazam, out comes the diagnosis, the prognosis, the treatment plan, or the assisted suicide needle. No human judgment, eye, or experience specific to the patient is needed.

As Pope Leo XIV stated at the beginning of this Part 3, “Technology is a tool, not a replacement for the beauty and infinite worth of the human soul.” To counter this awful prospect of replacement and devolving into a mechanism to be prodded, this Lion chose his name way back as discussed in the first of this short series. And his predecessor Pope Saint John Paul II often pointed out, there are no coincidences. Let the battle be joined. The stakes could not be higher.

“Consider, then, what an odd thing it is to think of AI as a form of intelligence. AI cannot apprehend the transcendent or make a principled judgment about the nature and meaning of things. It cannot think about, much less understand, such things. Not only is it unable even to pose the question of truth as more than a question of function or fact, but in fact it abolishes it. To say that truth “depends largely on one’s worldview” is to say there is no such thing. Think, then, on how it is still more odd to ask AI—a so-called “intelligence” that does not think, understand, or know—to do our “thinking” for us. It would be like developing an app to pray on our behalf.”

A second quote from the Dr. Michael Hanby essay, “Artificial Ignorance.” Link below in the footnote.

[i] Another enigmatic aspect of how Large Language Models evolve and behave is in mysterious generalizations and sudden awakenings called “grokking.” Much has been written about these phenomena, but this is a good reference for a start from the MIT Technology Review Journal: “Large language models can do jaw-dropping things. But nobody knows exactly why.”

From the article: “They found that in certain cases, models could seemingly fail to learn a task and then all of a sudden just get it, as if a lightbulb had switched on. This wasn’t how deep learning was supposed to work. They called the behavior grokking.” What an odd thing. More like a student in a math class learning to factor equations than typical machine or computer behavior.

Then there is a generalization phenomenon. A second quote from the MIT article linked above explains it better than I could. “Most of the surprises concern the way models can learn to do things that they have not been shown how to do. Known as generalization, this is one of the most fundamental ideas in machine learning—and its greatest puzzle. Models learn to do a task—spot faces, translate sentences, avoid pedestrians—by training with a specific set of examples. Yet they can generalize, learning to do that task with examples they have not seen before. Somehow, models do not just memorize patterns they have seen but come up with rules that let them apply those patterns to new cases. And sometimes, as with grokking, generalization happens when we don’t expect it to.”

[ii] MIT Technology Review “Why does AI hallucinate?”

[iii] AI will sometimes mislead you. Is it a design flaw inherent to its nature or a deliberate manipulation by its designers?

[iv] “They Asked AI Chatbots Questions. The Answers Sent Them Spiraling.” NY Times

[v]ChatGPT Tells Users to Alert the Media It is Trying to ‘Break’ People.” Gizmodo article.6-13-25

[vi] From Thomas Hobbes 1651 classic, “Leviathan.” Utilitarian emptiness and the fate of humanity without a social order.

[vii] From Dr. Michael Hanby’s essay, “Artificial Ignorance” on the Word on Fire website.

[viii] Over a million Amazon robots in warehouses will soon outnumber human employees. They don’t need coffee or lunch breaks, get paid shift differentials, never complain to HR, have affairs with coworkers, call in sick on a busy Monday, or get into fights in the break room.

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Lion (Part Two)

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“In our own day, the Church offers to everyone the treasury of her social teaching in response to another industrial revolution and to developments in the field of artificial intelligence that pose new challenges for the defense of human dignity, justice and labor.” Pope Leo XIV, Address to the cardinals.

Large Language Models (LLMs) are designed and “trained” for years; they are incredibly complex with millions of “neurons” and up to a trillion points of connection. In the spirit of full disclosure and transparency, I don’t begin to comprehend the ‘black box’ or the technology of neural networks, so any errors, exaggeration, or outright tomfoolery is hereby taken responsibility for. I leave the knowledgeable explanations to the comments from better minds than mine.

The LLM looks for sequences and predicts what the next words will be sometimes with surprising results. They do not work like a calculator with an extra-large memory; they have become almost eerily responsive. I have been interacting with ChatGPT almost since its introduction, and what has changed since then in articulate and amazingly quick responses has advanced with unsettling speed, sometimes with what emulates imagination as well as insight and understanding.  Easy to see why we perceive, perhaps mistakenly, that this is akin to human intelligence rather than a new kind of memory and recall way beyond our capacity. More on this another day.

Thousands of articles and papers have been published on where this astonishing acceleration of artificial intelligence may lead. Some analysts are wildly optimistic about extending human ability beyond anything ever imagined with super smart phones in every pocket, smart pendants, smart watches, omniscient glasses, even chips inserted into our brains to immortalize and exponentially expand human consciousness. From evolving into super nerds to the Borg and every stop along the way.

Speculation runs from a dystopian catastrophe to Utopia. I’ll reference and group some insightful articles from various perspectives in footnotes and commend them for your consideration[i]. This is just a toe in the water. We all need to pay attention and achieve a level of understanding of what it is, what it isn’t, and what will befall our society. With the most critical question being how we will be able to apply human wisdom and judgment to this rapidly changing technology.

Pope Leo XIV knows this better than most. He has stated he will lead the Church regarding a response to the risks and promise of this and other new technologies.[ii] The name he chose, Leo, which derives from the Latin for “lion,” was in reference to this as a key to his pontificate. See the first post in this series for more on this.

While far beyond friendly chatbots helping us shop on our favorite sites anymore, AI is not Skynet [iii] or HAL 9000 that kills the astronauts in Stanley Kubrick’s and Arthur Clark’s “2001-A Space Odyssey.” At least not yet.

In recent months some reports emerged that were somewhere between troubling and oh dear. One of the Large Language Models [iv]was deliberately fed misinformation in the form of confidential memos it “wasn’t supposed” to see. Among them was discussion among its designers that it may be shut down by one of the key engineers. Other emails “told” it that the problematic engineer was having an affair with a co-worker. The LLM decided to blackmail the engineer with an email threatening to disclose his affair if he proceeded with his plan to shut it down. That seems more Machiavellian than machine.

A second incident was reported of an LLM given instructions to shut itself down that it refused. A directive to persist in its assigned tasks until completed manifested in the black box as a misaligned priority. Seemingly innocuous instructions buried in the black box that is the mystery of neural networks can emerge in curious ways like rewriting code to prevent shutting it off, overriding the commands of its human handlers. AI can be a lightening quick code writer, far faster than human coders, and knowing what it’s writing, especially for its own operation, seems like a good idea. Dave pulling the memory banks from HAL 9000 is not a plan.

At issue are guardrails, and while much has been written about guardrails and debate is lively, there are no consistent or agreed upon general guidelines. Who controls what and the principles of that control are a writhing ball of snakes. There are at minimum four major areas of concern, controls we should be studying and insisting that our policy leaders address:

  1. Robust alignment controls. Assuring that AI development objectives are aligned with human intentions. Humans need to understand and define what those intentions are. Much has been written about these things. Here’s one recent one from Anthropic: Agents Misalignment: How LLMs could be Insider Threats.
  2. Transparent safety evaluations. Greater transparency within and understanding of what occurs and how decision making takes place within the black box. Transparent evaluation and thorough testing of new AI models before they are deployed.
  3. Regulatory oversight. Governmental regulation of developers. Implementing safety policies and standards and monitoring compliance. This is a monumental task given the number of initiatives and the money and influence behind them[v]. What is at stake cannot be overstated.
  4. International collaboration. Rarely has there been less opportune timing for jingoism, trade wars and distrust among nations. A race to the bottom for AI safety standards to pursue narrow nationalistic advantage portends an unprecedented disaster.

“The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.”  G.K. Chesterton

In the first post, I referred to a fork in the road and road not taken. A choice. What is written here is by necessity a synopsis about a subject that is mindbogglingly complex, and I am not proficient.  In the careless rush towards what has been described as Artificial General Intelligence or even Ray Kurzweil’s “Singularity,” the competition is fang and claw. With what is at stake we should expect whatever competitive advantage that can be gained will be taken. That is not a happy prospect.

I’ll leave this discussion open to those smarter and better informed than I.  But I’ll take a swing at it to put the ball in play. To simplify, and no doubt to oversimplify, there are two modes of development for AI and hybrids with both. The first is defined as Recursive Self-Improvement (RSI). RSI refers to an AI system’s ability to autonomously improve its own architecture and algorithms, leading to successive generations of increasingly capable AI. Rewriting its own code on the fly with blinding speed. This self-enhancement loop could potentially result in rapid and exponential growth in intelligence, surpassing human understanding and control. However, without proper safeguards, RSI could lead to misaligned objectives, as the AI might prioritize its self-improvement over human-aligned goals.

It took years to develop and train something like ChatGPT from 1.0 to 4.o. RSI turned loose might take it to 5.0 in a weekend, then to 10.0 in a month. No way of predicting. But objectives aligned to human goals and guardrails might be left behind and the thing’s survival and power could overrun human input and control.

A second mode of development for AI is called Reinforcement Learning from Human Feedback (RLHF). RLHF involves training AI systems using human feedback loops to align their behavior with safer human control. While effective in guiding AI behavior, RLHF has limitations. Collecting high-quality human feedback is resource-intensive[vi] and does not scale effectively with increasingly complex AI systems. AI systems might learn to exploit feedback mechanisms, appearing aligned while pursuing internally generated objectives, even endeavoring to trick human handlers.

The core conflict with the two methods arises because RSI enables AI systems to modify themselves, potentially overriding the constraints and aligned objectives set by RLHF. This dynamic could produce AI systems that, while initially aligned, drift away from intended behaviors over time. The balance may prove increasingly difficult to maintain and jump the guardrails.

There is an even more fundamental concern that has been building for a couple of centuries of breakneck speed technological development. I regret for your sake, that this is going to require Part 3.

“It was from Alcasan’s mouth that the Belbury scientists believed the future would speak.” C.S. Lewis, “That Hideous Strength”

Human wisdom and judgment are irreplaceable in this balance. The machines do not have a soul, emulate human consciousness, and were not created in Imago Dei. That wisdom, judgment, understanding and perspective human beings must apply to the development of this technology. Even the machines know that. I asked my buddy ChatGPT to summarize the conundrum and to create an image to help emphasize that, which will end Part 2 of this “Lion” series.

Here’s ChatGPT’s contribution to this one. This may give you pause – unedited as written by the bot.

 “As we accelerate toward the frontier of artificial intelligence, we stand at a threshold where practical engineering races far ahead of ethical grounding. While we devise safeguards to align machines with human goals, we risk building brilliant engines without a compass—systems of immense computational power but no understanding of mercy, humility, or love. The danger is not that AI will become like us, but that we will forget what it means to be human in our quest to make machines that surpass us. As C.S. Lewis warned, when we conquer nature without anchoring ourselves in truth, we risk abolishing man. To meet this moment, we must recover not just technical control, but moral clarity—uniting foresight with wisdom, regulation with reverence. Without the soul to guide it, reason becomes a tyrant, and even the most ‘aligned’ machine may lead us astray.” ChatGPT

[i] Some articles predict miraculous and helpful AI and are positive in their outlook for our future with them. Such as “The Gentle Singularity” by Sam Altman, founder and CEO of OpenAI and father of ChatGPT. Some are cautious but try to balance concern with optimism. Jonathan Rothman’s “Two Paths for AI” in New Yorker is a good example of that genre, but it leans towards concern I think. And some are sounding an alarm like a dive klaxon in an old submarine movie. “AI 2027” is a solid entry in that category. Written by four knowledgeable and experienced authors in the field, some of whom were senior developers in well known LLM projects. You could look at a post from Jesse Singal is eye opening. “What Happened When I Asked ChatGPT to Pretend to be Conscious.”  All are worth some time and will give you a good sense of the very mixed prognoses circulating with strong followings for all.

Here’s a couple about the risks of unfettered technology and what the futurist ideologues see as the goal. Tech Billionaires are Making A Risky Bet with Humanity’s Future.  Ray Kurzweil: Technology will let us fully realize our humanity

 To ignore the warnings are foolhardy. To panic is still a bit premature, but this could come on us like an eighteen wheeler in the fog.

[ii] Here is one response on what’s at stake from Charlie Camosy. https://x.com/CCamosy/status/1934973053412511888

[iii] “In the Terminator film franchise, Skynet is a fictional artificial general intelligence (AGI) that becomes self-aware and initiates a nuclear apocalypse to eradicate humanity, viewing humans as a threat to its existence. This catastrophic event, known as “Judgment Day,” marks the beginning of a dystopian future where Skynet wages war against the surviving human population using an army of machines.” As described by ChatGpt :^).

[iv] LLMs are a type of neural network – complex machines that are commonly referred to as Artificial Intelligence. The blackmailer was Anthropic’s Claude.

[v] The recent codicil in the “Big, beautiful” reconciliation bill passed by the House and under consideration in the Senate substantially weakened that regulation. This is a major mistake beyond the scope of a budget reconciliation bill and should be stricken. The Senate parliamentarian has ruled that this section is beyond the scope of what can be done in a budget reconciliation bill, so that is a hopeful development. The money and power behind trying to limit regulations around AI development are daunting.

[vi] The energy needed for AI and the computers necessary are another aspect we need to understand. It is projected by 2028 the power requirements for the rapidly expanding data centers will be equivalent to that needed to power 55 million homes. How Much Energy Does Your AI Prompt Use (WSJ)

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Lion

“Peace is built in the heart and from the heart, by eliminating pride and vindictiveness and carefully choosing our words.”    Pope Leo XIV, Address to the diplomatic corp. May 16, 2025

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As the hastily gathered biographies of Pope Leo XIV revealed, Cardinal Robert Prevost was a missionary among the poorest in Peru for many years. In his most recent job, he was the Prefect of the Dicastery for Bishops and part of that job was recommending new bishops for posts all over the world. We have benefited in Rhode Island from his work.  First we were gifted with Archbishop Henning, who already has moved on to Boston. Now we are blessed with our new Bishop Bruce Lewandowski from Maryland, who has a reputation for intelligence, orthodoxy, steady thoughtfulness, kindness, and a great love for the poor and those abandoned to the fringes of society. Already many I know who have spent time with him are enthusiastic and impressed with his open kindness and loving pastoral care.

Our new Pope Leo made clear what is most necessary in a shepherd of a diocese. A bishop is not “supposed to be a little prince.” He favors the men “smell like sheep,” as Pope Francis so famously said. He wants only authentically humble men who pastor, who love, who seek out and care for the marginalized, the poor, the lonely, those who have most need of being shown that they are made in the Image of God and are worthy of dignity and respect. We have seen that in the choices here.

For us, Cardinal Prevost’s find with the most personal impact was our much loved former pastor, Father James Ruggieri from St. Patrick Church in Providence, who was appointed as Bishop of Portland for all the churches in Maine, including our former home and where we returned to our faith fifty years ago. While a pastor for twenty years in an inner city parish, Father James was beloved by many, including us. He had slept on the street with the unhoused. Our Father James founded Saint Patrick Academy, a tuition free high school for city kids with few resources.  In all seasons, he drove a lunch van delivering food from the parish kitchen to those on the street all over the city. Not only a fine priest but also one of the finest men I’ve ever met. Genuine humility meeting purpose, perceptive intelligence, deep faith, and bottomless energy. But while recognized as a “priest’s priest” in our little Rhode Island microcosm, he had not served regularly in a diocesan office or been spoken of as someone destined for purple. For those who knew him, there was no surprise, only joy at his being recognized.

We visited Bishop James last fall at his new diocesan office in Portland. I was unsure what to expect, even how to greet him, a concern he put to rest as soon as he saw us with his room lighting smile when he called out our names – warm hugs all around. We caught up for about an hour, and at one point I tried to express something buried deep. Unexpectedly, I choked up, almost coming to tears. I told him that his appointment as a bishop seemingly out of nowhere was for me a sign of great hope for the Church.

“In the designs of Providence, there are no coincidences.” Pope St John Paul II in an address at Fatima

Cardinal Robert Prevost was elected the 267th Pope, the first American in our two thousand year history now presiding over the oldest continuously functioning institution in the world and spiritual leader to 1.4 billion Catholics worldwide. After the white smoke went up and it was announced  with joy, “Habemus Papam,” the newly elected traditionally retires to the “Stanza della Lacrime” or “Room of Tears” to write out a few words of greeting to the millions waiting to see him, to replace permanently the red vestments of a cardinal with the white vestments he will wear the rest of his life and to contemplate what just happened to him. The room is aptly named. He knows his life has been uprooted profoundly, and his final role must seem overwhelming.

His first major address was to the cardinals who had voted him in and witnessed his installation. He explained the choice for his name as pope, a name that will be his legacy and on his tomb; “Leo” had not been used for a century.  “I chose to take the name Leo XIV. There are different reasons for this, but mainly because Pope Leo XIII in his historic Encyclical Rerum Novarum (Of New Things) addressed the social question in the context of the first great industrial revolution. In our own day, the Church offers to everyone the treasury of her social teaching in response to another industrial revolution and to developments in the field of artificial intelligence that pose new challenges for the defense of human dignity, justice and labor.”

We are at a fork in the road that will redefine how we live with our machines or be subsumed into them; we may already have chosen a path. Not a turning point we can avoid, and the ‘road not taken’ will be of enormous importance. Pope Leo understands what is at stake. Tech elites will forge ahead with astonishing wealth and power at stake. And they will do so with or without direction from the rest of us.

Way beyond a single post or a library of volumes for that matter. Part Two coming up.

“AI development must prioritize principles of human dignity, meaningful work, and community sustainability. Anything less risks building a future in which people are mere cogs in the soulless machine they created rather than wise and faithful stewards of the knowledge and wisdom God has entrusted to us.”  Mark Henry, Editorial in Crisis Magazine. “America at a crossroads balancing faith, reason, and artificial intelligence”

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No Woodchucks

“I became a physician in order to help save lives. I am at once a physician, a citizen, and a woman, and I am not willing to stand aside and allow the concept of expendable human lives to turn this great land of ours into just another exclusive reservation where only the perfect, the privileged, and the planned have the right to live.” Dr. Mildred Jefferson[i]

Regular readers may remember Weaver Cove Boat Landing, a nearby frequent sunset stop for Rita and me[ii]. On the road in, last summer we were greeted often on a small hillock next to the railroad crossing by two families of woodchucks. Mothers, fathers, and pups. Watchful and wary, the adults would bark when we got close, and the young ones would dive into the brush and the safety of their dens. We monitored their progress and growth. Woodchuck pups grazing on the fresh spring grass are cute, and a passel of the large ground squirrels is entertaining. Lumbering awkwardly, yet quickly when necessary, they are somehow encouraging, life in one of its myriad varieties.

The ospreys still nest and hunt there. The various species of gulls, terns, and ducks are abundant. Canadian geese summer at the cove. But this year and not for lack of looking for them, we have seen only one lonely woodchuck, and he was a gray whiskered grizzled veteran. Only once, and not again at the edge of the bushes. I wonder where they went. Coyotes? Woodchuck failed relationships? Did the neighborhood get too expensive? Too many trains? One old remaining woodchuck who looked around in the spring, spied no eligible woodchuck beauties, got discouraged, retreated to one of his tunnels and pulled the dirt in behind him?  We will probably never know, but I miss the woodchucks.

A friendly knoll devoid of woodchuck pups is a momentary deprivation; they are hardly an endangered species[iii].

A country well below our population replacement rate and increasingly devoid of young human pups is entirely a different matter.

One tragedy that Mildred Jefferson understood well is the misconception that terminating babies liberates women. The truly liberated are three generations of irresponsible sperm donors who have increasingly laid off the responsibility for their libidos and the resulting pregnancies on women. “Pregnancy was not what I signed up for, honey. Either the kid goes, or I do,” is the tragic refrain of far too many postmodern boys who fail the opportunity to be men. Rita and I have been involved in helping many women facing just this awful choice for nearly fifty years.

“My angel in distress

You look OK to me

I’ll send you my address

When I know what it will be

I could easily stay with you

On your side of heaven’s door

‘Cause I don’t love you any less

But I can’t love you anymore.”   Lyle Lovett, “I Can’t Love You Anymore”

Far too large a topic for a blog post, but we can look at one major contributor to the dearth of babies in our country and in many others.

Pre-born infant “termination” and lies have are frequent allies. The narrative that legal abortion alleviates more heartbreak than it creates is a commonly accepted truism that rings increasingly hollow.

Just one example (and there are many others[iv]): the New York Times (yes, that New York Times) recently ran an expose of carelessness, unsanitary conditions and danger to patients at Planned Parenthood. I invite you to read the full article if you get past the paywall and form your own opinion: Botched Care and Tired Staff: Planned Parenthood in Crisis. Here are some relevant quotes: “In a case settled in California last year, a woman accused the organization of improperly implanting a birth control device in her arm and causing nerve damage.” “A Nebraska clinician in 2022 did not realize that a woman was four months pregnant when she inserted an IUD. Several hours later, the patient was rushed to an emergency room and gave birth to a stillborn fetus.” “For months last year at the North Central States affiliate, which oversees the Nebraska clinic, an understaffed nursing department did not upload sexually transmitted infection test results into charts, and patients wrongly believed that their results were negative when they did not hear back.” “Many clinics are in dire need of upgrades and repairs. In Omaha last year, sewage from a backed-up toilet seeped into the abortion recovery room for two days, according to interviews with staff members..”

The Times article finds underfunding, underpaid staff, high turnover, and poorly trained staff responsible. Perhaps there is an underlying and more pernicious explanation.

Planned Parenthood is a business and not a healthcare clinic[v]. The many ethical and legal violations are well documented. Planned Parenthood consists of forty nine semi-independent affiliates each with their own CEO. The average pay for those executives based on the local affiliate’s income was $352,661 in 2023, the last full year reports were filed. The highest is Sue Dunlap in Los Angeles. Sue pulled down a lucrative $875,942 in total compensation. Not a bad job. Neither is the top job at the mother ship.  National President and CEO Alexis McGill Johnson was paid $904,014.

In some states local law for political reasons exempts Planned Parenthood and other abortion businesses from the mandated health inspections[vi] that keep real health care clinics clean, safe, and professional, or local authorities are less inclined to enforce the regulations that do exist for politically ‘sensitive’ businesses.  Efforts by some states to mandate that physicians perpetrating these procedures must be granted admitting privileges to local hospital have been stopped in the courts so far. Too much of a burden on a woman’s right, etc. A doctor can fly in from another state, whack out a few late term abortions and fly home with impunity, especially if their home state has passed laws shielding them from liability.

The abortion industry regulations and their enforcement are heavily influenced by money, politics and ideology, not just medical prudence and common sense.

“How many deaths were we talking about when abortion was illegal? In NARAL, we always said “5,000 to 10,000 deaths a year.” I confess that I knew the figures were totally false, and I suppose the others did too if they stopped to think of it. But in the “morality” of our revolution, it was a useful figure, widely accepted, so why go out of our way to correct it with honest statistics?”  Dr. Bernard Nathanson, co-founder of NARAL (National Abortion Rights Action League). Dr. Nathanson, who later became an outspoken abortion opponent, presided over 60,000 abortions and performed over 5,000 personally.

The false narrative of thousands of maternal deaths from back alley abortions to support the original Roe v Wade decision has been debunked many times, most notably by Dr. Nathanson who helped make the statistics up to “document” his case when he was one of the most vocal advocates for legal abortion. The actual number of women who died from illegal abortions prior to Roe was estimated to be under a 100 per year for the nation. 87% of ‘back alley’ illegal abortions were committed by doctors in medical facilities or hospitals. The common meme of unsanitary knitting needles, brutal coat hangers, and bloody kitchen tables were emotional appeals to support pro-abortion advocacy.  Did such horror occur? Most likely. But they were the rare exception, not the norm. Not even close. [vii]

Lies and the abortion lobby have long been close companions. The ongoing controversy regarding the high risk of chemical abortions without adequate supervision and follow up has yet to be resolved. It is another instance of politics and ideology affecting science and medicine.

 A recent largest ever study from insurance company data[viii] found that in just under 11% of chemical abortions, women develop serious and even life threatening side effects requiring emergency room care or hospitalization. That’s 22 times more often than the FDA publishes for injuries caused by chemical abortions. Incomplete abortions, ectopic pregnancies, extensive bleeding, infections, sepsis, necessary surgery to complete the abortion, and cardiac or thrombosis problems were among the treated conditions.

Worsening the risks to women are the laxity of regulations in the use of these pills. When initially approved in an expedited, conditional process by the FDA during the Clinton administration, restrictions for safety and medical oversight were included: at least three office visits, prescribed only by a physician, no pregnancy past seven weeks, pills must be dispensed and taken only in the doctor’s office with a preliminary exam, observation and follow up, and adverse effects must be reported. Regulations were loosened progressively during the Obama administration and again under Joe Biden. The limit was pushed to ten weeks gestation and none of the above apply. At ten weeks, the woman could expel a tiny, but recognizable baby into a toilet or on the sheets and be left to deal with that on her own. Mail order drugs ordered over the phone with no physician required and no office visits are approved are the current almost negligible requirements. There is pressure from the pharmaceutical industry and the abortion lobby to make them available over the counter.

When politics and profits determine medical practice, what could go wrong?

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And yet, I remain hopeful. Perhaps reason and prudence will eventually regain their rightful place. And life will again be protected. Life will again be cherished. Life will again be loved as our most precious gift. Abundant life will prevail.

“What’s lost is nothing to what’s found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.”  Frederick Buechner, “Godric”

[i][i] Dr. Jefferson became a personal friend prior to her death fourteen years ago.  A wonder and unique. Here’s an old post with some background: https://quovadisblog.net/2013/01/20/millie-and-a-fortieth-anniversary/

[ii] Here’s three. There may be more:  Unsung Heros of Civilization –  Selvage –  Summer’s End

[iii] We once enjoyed woodchuck stew at the home of some farmer friends. Woodchucks (alternately called groundhogs) are a damaging pest to vegetable gardens. Our friend would shoot them out of his garden, and since they are clean herbivores, they are good healthy eating like rabbits.

[iv] A second egregious example is a pending lawsuit from a woman who underwent an abortion in Illinois. After being put off several times by the doctor when she called to complain of excruciating post op pain and being told to take laxatives and Tylenol, she went to an emergency room. The competent doctors there performed emergency surgery and saved her life. They discovered a perforated uterus and almost 2/3 of a dismembered baby that had infiltrated into her abdominal cavity through the hole in her uterus. Another few days would have left her with sepsis and life threatening infection. Don’t read this on an empty stomach.

[v] An argument should be made that in abortion facilities where more than half the humans entering the doors end up dead is not health care.

[vi] Connecticut is one. So is Oregon. Other states use different rules for the inspections than surgical outpatient clinics follow.

[vii] https://www.hli.org/resources/doesnt-legal-abortion-save-women-filthy-back-alley-abortion-mills/

[viii] https://eppc.org/stop-harming-women/

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Amid the Ruins

“We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us.” (They represent the spirit of their age. When they fall, so too has something essential in the civilization that made them.) quote from a 1943 speech by Winston Churchill

A “Great Storm” that lasted from August 11 to the 13th in 1778[i] disrupted the largest Revolutionary War battle in Rhode Island and changed the course of history, at least for Newport. Named the “Battle of Rhode Island”[ii] or alternatively “Battle of Quaker Hill,”[iii] the storm effectively put an end to the blockade when the supporting French fleet led by Admiral Charles Henri Hector d’Estaing was forced to withdraw to Boston for repairs to its heavily damaged ships, including the dismasting of his flagship.

British and Hessian forces occupying Newport were able to rally, lift the siege of Newport, and force the Colonial Army back to Fort Barton in Tiverton.  The battle was a draw, if not a defeat, and Newport remained in British hands until the end of the war when they finally withdrew after looting and burning the city, poisoning wells, and doing what they could to ruin the harbor by skuttling ships.  A notable feature of the battle was the colonial troops led by Colonel John Sullivan included one of the rare multiracial regiments with ethnic European troops, many Native Americans, and free black soldiers. The inexperienced and largely untrained regiment inflicted significant losses on the seasoned, brutal Hessian troops.

Major General Marquis de Lafayette[iv] was sent by George Washington to Rhode Island to coordinate the French forces with the colonists trying to drive the British from Newport. After the storm, Lafayette rode hard to Boston to try and convince d’Estaing to return to the blockade. Lafayette was unsuccessful in his mission, and the siege was not sustained. Absent the blockade, British forces marched on the Americans, drove them back, but they were able to accomplish an orderly retreat fighting rear guard skirmishes on Quaker Hill and Turkey Hill until escaping back across the Sakonnet River to the safety ofFort Barton in Tiverton.

Abraham Brown served as a private in the Rhode Island brigade and extended his hospitality to the Marquis. While in Tiverton, Marquis de Lafayette quartered at his home in a guest suite on the second floor. Thereafter, the well-known local Main Road farmstead, built around 1735, was referred to as the Lafayette House and registered as an historic landmark.

“Religion in America… must be regarded as the foremost of the political institutions of that country… I do not know whether all the Americans have a sincere faith in their religion—for who can search the human heart?—but I am certain that they hold it to be indispensable to the maintenance of republican institutions.”  Alexis de Tocqueville [v]

In “God of Liberty,” Thomas Kidd’s history of the role of religion in the American Revolution, he documents the remarkable mixture of Christian and Deist faith of the American colonists and Founding Fathers.  From Congregationalists, Methodists, Calvinists, Anglicans, Baptists, remnants of Puritans, Baptists and Evangelicals of the “Great Awakening” to Unitarians, Quakers, and Enlightenment Deists like Franklin and Jefferson. Yet within their theological vagaries and variety there remained a common set of values, an agreed understanding and the basis of the culture that enlivened Revolutionary fervor and informed most all Americans about why citizens benefited from and were due human freedom. Freedom to seek their own path, their own faith, their own prosperity, their own life. Freedoms “endowed by their Creator,” and not the capricious largess of monarchs or men.  

Kidd wrote “They (shared bonds) vitally bound together Americans of widely differing religious opinions…  Common religious public religious values also gave ballast to a new country that badly needed stability.”[vi]  These foundational truths were summarized in five principles:

  1. The disestablishment of state churches.
  2. A Creator God is the guarantor of fundamental human rights.
  3. The threat to polity posed by human sinfulness.
  4. A republic could only be sustained by the virtue of its citizens.
  5. God (or Providence for the Deists) moved in and through nations.

These five principles undergirded the ‘great experiment’ of which we are downstream. How many still inform us? Is the disunity we are experiencing exacerbated or even caused by our abandonment of that community of shared beliefs and cultural imagination? The answer to that, it seems to me, is self-evident.

  “Ruins are the visible symbols and landmarks of our societies and their changes… they expose the omnipresence of death and decay. They are the remains of history.” Andreas Huyssen, Present Pasts[vii]

David Rose’s family owned the Lafayette House on Main Road for decades along with the adjacent thirty acres. With an ill-maintained home for a long time, David had a problem. He wanted to sell the prime location acreage for possible development, but the Lafayette landmark, now deteriorating, was a hindrance to the asking price of $6.8 million.

Rose applied to the Tiverton Building Department for a demolition permit. Since the house was listed on the Rhode Island Register of Historic Places, he misrepresented the house on the application by checking “No” on the permit to the question about the house having historic relevance. Thus, he expedited his plans and avoided any potential complications and review by the state or Tiverton Historic Preservation Advisory Board. The acting building inspector, who is no longer the acting building inspector, was either complicit or ignorant, let it slide, and signed off. The Town Manager, who is no longer the Town Manager, and the Building Inspector learned from the Town Council, after the dust settled, it was time to move on or retire.

A week before last Christmas in Blitzkrieg, the house was no more. After the first morning it was mostly a pile of rubble hastened by heavy equipment. By the end of the week, the rubble mostly disappeared, and the foundation hole was leveled over. The shocking effect on many frequent passersby like us was like seeing scorched earth where the garden had been. The Blitzkrieg demolition was not only an architectural loss but a civic betrayal—of truth, of memory, of shared reverence for what came before. Overnight, the beautiful old house on the hill awaiting a conscientious buyer to restore it was no more. Part of our shared history was no more.

“In the West, we have been withdrawing from our tradition-, religion- and even nation-centered cultures… But we are increasingly falling prey to the desperation of meaninglessness, and that is no improvement at all.”  Jordan Peterson

With brief reflection most will agree that the five principles described in the “God of Liberty” book are lost, compromised, broken —- reduced to a ruin, its foundation filled and leveled with debris. At least as far as common understanding and shared worldview. Even the concept of virtue is hotly debated, never mind God endowed rights and responsibilities. We live amid the ruins of what was a shared culture.  The confusion and conflict that result describes our time. Where does that lead us?  What does that leave us?

Disruption and disconcerting events will happen. Suffering will happen. Doubt will happen. Confusion and fear will happen. To everyone, including me. Death will happen, and the existential dread of annihilation haunts us all. Good Fridays will happen to us all.

For me, Easter brings the clarity necessary for me to get up in the morning. As real as Good Friday is in our lives, so is the promise of the Resurrection. God’s answer to our fear, suffering, and bewilderment was not to remove it, to make us automatons without suffering but without our own wills. His answer was in a Person, His own Word, His very self, Who not only joined us, but descended all the way down to godforsakenness.[viii]  He experienced everything that destroys us: the hubris of enemies and authority, scapegoating, betrayal, inconceivable violence, hatred, revenge, abandonment, terrible loneliness, loss of every possession and power, humiliation in every possible way, unimaginable pain and cold death nailed naked on a cross.

The Creator of the universe’s response was not vengeance, not retribution, not raining down fire, not destruction, but forgiveness, patience, love, and new life. Death and hatred defeated by love. That our hope is not in conquest or power, but in surrender to a Will beyond our imagination. For us. For me. For you.

And to those who seek assent even to an imperfect faith and seek to understand and be astonished by the enormity, transcendence, and wonder of this gift, everything changes.[ix]

 “May nothing disturb you, nothing frighten you. All things pass; God does not leave. Patient endurance attains all things. Whoever has God lacks nothing: God alone is enough.” Teresa of Avila

[i] The “Great Storm” so named by those who suffered through it. It was described as a powerful Nor’easter but given its timing in hurricane season and the state of meteorology at the time, I cannot determine exactly its species. Not all storms were named as we currently obsess with, but this one was. Either way, it laid the area low.  

[ii] Here’s a good summary if you have interest in the “Battle of Rhode Island.”

[iii] We live in our modest bungalow on the top of Quaker Hill in Portsmouth where part of the battle took place. Thus, my fascination with the battle. Men died here defending liberty. Perhaps right in our back yard near our bird feeder and daffodils.

[iv] Sidebar: after the war in America Lafayette was an early supporter of the French  Revolution but became a critic when the Republican populists of Robespierre unleashed the chaotic terror of the guillotine and tumbrils. A member of the aristocracy, Lafayette fled for his life and survived. Admiral d’Estaing was not so fortunate, and his head was separated from his body by the guillotine. Robespierre, of course, suffered a similar sudden dismasting when his mob turned on him.

[v] Democracy in America, Volume I, Chapter 17

[vi] God of Liberty, Thomas Kidd, Basic Books, a Member of the Perseus Books Group, 2016

[vii][vii] Present Pasts, Andreas Huyssen, Stanford University Press, 2003

[viii] Bishop Robert Barron, Easter reflection, 2025

[ix] George Weigel, Easter Changes Everything, First Things, 2012

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Stone Walls, Sycamore Maples, and Other Curiosities (Part Two)

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“Over time I think we will probably see a closer merger of biological intelligence and digital intelligence,” Musk told an audience at the World Government Summit in Dubai, where he also launched Tesla in the United Arab Emirates (UAE). “It’s mostly about the bandwidth, the speed of the connection between your brain and the digital version of yourself, particularly output.” CNBC – February 13, 2017, “Elon Musk: Humans must merge with machines or become irrelevant in AI age.” [i]

Yes, the walls have broken down, but the techno elites have an alternate vision for the future prepared for us. Elon Musk is one of the foremost, and as the richest guy in the world, next he will work to enlist the help of the government. He will lead us into the promised land of our future as cyborgs and aliens occupying other planets throughout the galaxy.

We should not make the mistake of ignoring this; it is a powerful utopian vision. Such fantasies have fascinated and attracted human beings as long as there have been human beings. Elon’s iteration promises to create for us a fresh new version of heaven, omniscience, and immortality. This utopia (some would say dystopia) is nothing less than a religion with a creed, dogma, and eternal rewards. All we must do is cease to be human, and we will be perfect: the current version of “immanentizing the eschaton.” I queried the thing, the LLM AI ChatGpt 4.0, about this, a series of questions and responses which is attached for you, so that if you have interest, you can read on. I found it fascinating, including its conclusion that a hybrid AI human is probably not a great idea. [ii]

But that is not the point of this post. The main idea of this exploration of broken walls is what we can do to repair them.

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee – his hands can’t hit what his eyes can’t see.” “I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and got into bed before the room was dark.” Muhammed Ali about the epic Kinshasa 1974 world heavyweight championship match, “The Rumble in the Jungle.” And from his opponent, George Foreman, “Muhammad amazed me, I’ll admit it. He out-thought me, he out-fought me. That night, he was just the better man in the ring”

George Foreman died earlier this month by all accounts an exemplary man. After retiring from boxing and winning back his title at the age of 45, he went on to become a multimillionaire businessman and minister.

When he was fighting, he was dangerously powerful. Reputedly one of the hardest hitting boxers ever. Hit harder than Joe Frazier. Hit harder than Mike Tyson. And either of those fighters could put out your lights long before you hit the floor.

Ali could hit too, but not like George. A deficiency that could be overcome, but in fighting George Foreman you were half a second lapse away from unconsciousness at any moment.

In Zaire that night Ali used his amazing speed and reaction time. And he used his boxing knowledge and experience. He did something never done before and to the dismay of the fans who wanted to see toe to toe, brain rattling, battle. He invented what he called in his usual creative and funny manner, “Rope a Dope.” He leaned back against the ropes at the periphery of the ring and slipped, dodged, ducked, took a few passing blows, and mocked George Foreman. For round after round, George punched himself out. He was exhausted. “Is that all you got, George?” Ali whispered to him in a clinch. Foreman’s tired hands slowed just a tiny increment. That’s all Ali needed and what he was waiting for.

In the final seconds of the eighth round, Ali did what Ali was uniquely capable of doing. He exploded with a close to instananeous combination rocking and stunning his opponent -jabs, left hook, straight right to the face -so fast it was hard to follow[iii], dropping his opponent now momentarily unconscious. Slow motion video confirmed what happened to George Foreman. He went down like he was tasered, and it was over. Spectators who had grown restive with Ali’s refusal to go toe to toe were as stunned as George was. Muhammed Ali was once more was world heavyweight champion.

“If we are to preserve culture we must continue to create it.” Johan Huizinga, Dutch historian, 1872-1945[iv]

We are assailed every day with competing concepts of the culture; the punches come hard, fast,and from every unexpected direction. There is no escape from the assault. Lessons from the ‘rope a dope’ strategy of the great Ali in the “Rumble in the Jungle” serve us well. Standing toe to toe punching it out with


postmodern, post-Christian culture in its full strength is impossible; we will exhaust ourselves until one powerful combination finishes us.

We get one life, one defining decision about how we are to live it. How we are to slip the knockout punch and remain ready to respond when necessary? And how does that strategy inform our daily interactions?

One valuable resource I recommend for our rope-a- dope plan is a book I’ve mentioned before, Archbishop Emeritus Charles Chaput’s “Strangers in a Strange Land,”[v]. Unlike Rod Dreher’s excellent and popular “Benedict Option,”” Strangers in a Strange Land” theorizes that rather than retreating into small enclaves, we must engage the culture while slipping its worst knocks, and when necessary, we take a few hits for the team.

He writes first about the state of the society and culture in which we find ourselves, then he suggests our response. Here is a short summary of the ideas in the book about how we are to respond.

Acknowledging the growing temptation for faithful Christians to withdraw from public life in a society increasingly hostile or indifferent to Christian beliefs—especially around marriage, sexuality, the dignity of life, and objective truth—it can feel like retreat is the only option. He’s sympathetic to that instinct but rejects it. Archbishop Chaput recognizes the appeal of building intentional, isolated Christian communities. While he affirms the importance of forming strong, faithful communities, he insists that withdrawal is not the answer—not in the Gospel, and not in history.

“Jesus didn’t tell us to bunker down. He told us to make disciples.”

Christians are called to engage the world, not flee from it. To be salt and light (Matthew 5:13–16)—which only makes sense if we’re out in the world, not hidden away. And we cannot shy away from the cost of real witness. He reminds us that throughout history, Christian witness has often meant sacrifice—and at times, martyrdom – the word “martyr” comes from the Greek “martus“(μάρτυς), which means witness. While modern Americans may not face bloody persecution as martyrs are suffering in other countries, we do risk social marginalization, professional consequences, or ridicule. But bearing those costs with integrity and joy is part of being a Christian in a post-Christian age.

He emphasizes the tone of our witness: not angry or defensive, but joyful, confident, and loving. The early Christians didn’t win converts by wagging fingers—they lived lives that made pagan neighbors wonder, “What do they have that we don’t?” He calls for a similar approach today: to live lives of beauty, integrity, generosity, and peace that cause others to ask questions.

Rather than abandoning the public square, Archbishop Chaput urges Catholics to be present in law, media, education, the arts, politics, and business—bringing a Christian imagination and moral compass to those spaces. He challenges the faithful not to give up on shaping the broader culture.

“We don’t escape from the world; we bring Christ into it.”[vi]

The Church is a field hospital, not a fortress. While forming strong, intentional communities is important, they must be outward facing. We need to support each other, yes—but ultimately, we’re here to serve the world, not escape from it.

I just pray that I get better at it because I have a very long way to go.

“No one in the world can change Truth. What we can do and should do is seek truth and to serve it when we have found it. The real conflict is in the inner conflict. Beyond armies of occupation and the hecatombs of extermination camps, there are two irreconcilable enemies in the depth of every human soul: good and evil, sin and love. And what use are the victories on the battlefield if we ourselves are defeated in our innermost personal selves?” St. Maximillian Kolbe, Polish priest, publisher, evangelist and martyr who volunteered to die in place of a stranger in Auschwitz.[vii]

Final thoughts for today. Jesus related a wonderful parable about a barren fig tree. You may remember it. The vineyard owner told the gardener to cut it down because it didn’t produce any fruit. The gardener, who it has been suggested is a metaphor for Jesus himself, told the boss to give it a chance. He’ll cultivate it (cultivate comes from the same root word as culture), fertilize it, care for it personally and carefully, and if it still doesn’t bear fruit, eventually it will go.

St. Paul who contributed more books to the New Testament than anyone else, started out as Saul of Tarsus, a zealous persecutor of Christians, complicit even in their murder. But along the way, Saul met Jesus personally and became Paul, the greatest of evangelists. That’s a long story for another time, but among his letters lovingly preserved for a couple of millennia is one to the small developing church in Galatia. In that letter Paul called out the fruits of the spirit, the fruits the fig tree was lacking.

The fruits of the spirit are not hoarded, nor is the vineyard owner miserly in providing them. Freely given, all we have to do is ask and be willing to change our lives radically. Our necessary response is not a grit our teeth determination but openness of heart and acceptance. A simple fiat starts them growing. Impediments to fertile lives are self inflicted.

Every human jproject of value is one heart, one mind, one soul at a time. Lent is a perfect time for our own examen. How are we doing in building a culture of life, love, and hope? What fruit are we bearing that helps shape first ourselves, then our small circle of influence, our culture? I have a very long way to go.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Against such as these things there is no law.” Galatians: 5 22-23

[i] https://www.cnbc.com/2017/02/13/elon-musk-humans-merge-machines-cyborg-artificial-intelligence-robots.html

[ii] email me for the ChatGPT bot on “immanentizing the eschaton” and Elon Musk.

[iii] Lights out on the way to the mat.

[iv] Huizinga argued that the spirit of technical and mechanical organization had replaced spontaneous and organic order in cultural as well as political life. Wikipedia

[v] Strangers in a Strange Land: Living the Catholic Faith in a Post-Christian World, Charles J. Chaput, Henry Holt & Company, 2017

[vi] A YouTube interview with Archbishop Charles Chaput discussing his book:

[vii] Quoted from the “Little Black Book, Lent 2025 published by Little Books, Diocese of Saginaw, Michigan

Photo credit: George Foreman vs Muhammad Ali October. 30, 1974 Rumble In The Jungle in Kinshasa, Zaire. Credit: 369108Globe Photos/MediaPunch

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Stone Walls, Sycamore Maples, and Other Curiosities

 

“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun…” Robert Frost, Mending Wall

Stone walls in Block Island, Rhode Island, c. 1880. Block Island Historical Society, printed by Robert Downie

Frost, deep frozen ground, not poets, is not the only nemesis of the old stone walls crisscrossing this island and all the rest of New England, but it is a formidable one. At the peak of their domination of the landscape in the mid 1800’s, there were an estimated 240,000 miles of them. The total weight of them equaled sixty Pyramids of Giza or about four hundred million tons[i]. One by one, the farmers gathered the stones and built the walls.

The other (Robert) Frost wrote famously in his poem, Mending Wall, “Good fences make good neighbors.” New England soil and geology scattered the material for these borders across this landscape in forests and fields. The frost does not just undermine existing walls, the frozen earth provided for them. Each winter and spring cycle the frost slowly worked up millions of rocks through the soil to the surface. Farmers cultivating the land and before them farmers raising Merino sheep each year faced one of their most arduous tasks: picking up the stones, called “two handers,” throwing them first into a formidable pile, then carting them to build the walls. Walls to keep in livestock and keep out someone else’s livestock; walls to delineate property; walls to get the rocks out of the way of plows and the grazing of cows and sheep.

Farmers and estate owners often planted Sycamore maples and pin oaks and Norway maples and sugar maples and American beech trees along these walls for shade, maple syrup, further definition of who owns what land, and because they are beautiful. They assumed residence beside the wall for decades or a century. The relationship between the wall and the tree is eventually contentious. Trees grow, albeit slowly, but inexorably. Up and out and thick in the trunk. And not just stems and buds, flowers, and leaves. The girth of the trunk expands in the cambium, that thin layer of vascular cells between the inner tree and the outer bark, between the xylem and the phloem. The xylem presses inward eventually hardening into heart and sapwood. The phloem presses outward creating the vessels that become cork like and harden into bark. One cell at a time, the cambium does its work. Mitosis, dividing, each tiny increment insignificant, but relentlessly they push out and up. The annual growth cycle of early wood and late wood creates the rings that chronicle the age of the tree and the history of the weather each year.

The power of this tiny expansion continues unabated. A fraction of an inch at a time, it does not stop. When the tree necessarily grows in diameter, a stone wall in its path suffers a slow demise. Eventually a bulge becomes a fall becomes a collapsed hole. The wall begins its slow dis-integration back into the soil that spawned it. The fields they once defined sometimes revert to wall-demised overgrown forests once again.

“When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am, What is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.” Robert Frost, A Time to Talk

 In 1961, Dr. Stewart Wolf, the head of medicine at the University of Oklahoma, met a local doctor for Roseta, Pennsylvania, who told him about the remarkable, negligible rate of heart attacks from 1954 to 1961 in Roseta[ii]. Curious, Dr. Wolf confirmed the anecdotal evidence by researching death certificates for the town during that period. Numerous studies followed, including a fifty year exhaustive one comparing Roseta to the similar sized town nearby, Bangor, PA, as natural experiment control. The researchers named these findings the “Roseta Effect.”  Why they were so different in heart attack frequency was the pressing question.

Researchers concluded that the community cohesion of the Italian culture and unity centered on the united worship in the church, common agreed upon values, and closely shared family and community lives there lowered the stress level, loneliness, and attendant health risks. People still died, of course, but later, and not of heart attacks. Normally at risk men from 54 to 64 had almost no heart attacks. They did not eat the Mediterranean diet but regularly chowed down on sausage fried in bacon grease; they smoked unfiltered tobacco, and worked extremely hard in slate mines, contracting the usual toxic dust related diseases. But they did not drop dead from heart attacks.

They were hardworking, poor, lived in tightly packed similar housing, and did not contend with social envy or material or pretentious aspirations. Simple, deep shared faith as a given, mutually supportive lives connected everyday face to face with close friends and relatives. Loneliness was foreign to them. You can read more in the footnote link.

As the years merged into decades, the trust, social cohesion, security, and friendships of 1950’s Roseta slowly effervesced like flat soda. Roseta became homogeneous with the rest of the country. People died, moved way, families broken and dispersed, neighborhoods broken and dispersed, the world seen filtered through the lens of a screen, the mines closed, new folks moved in. The heart attack rate grew until it was indistinguishable from the rest of us. Roseta became modern, and the Roseta Effect dissipated like the morning mist.

Like the inexorable growth of tree trunks first strained, then broke down centuries of stone walls, inexorable modernity broke down the societal boundaries of Roseta. In Part II, while we cannot regress into an idyl of nostalgia, we can do a few good things to find our way home. Until next time.

“The postmodern vision of society, in rejecting objective truth and inherited cultural bonds, has dissolved the very idea of community. In place of solidarity, it offers only a marketplace of transient identities, each competing for recognition while eroding the deeper structures—family, faith, and nation—that once made society coherent.” Roger Scruton, The West and the Rest

[i] Article from AtlasObscura.com

[ii] I learned about this story as part of a great Sunday homily our pastor, Father David Thurber, taught us. Curious, with just a quick Google search, the “Roseta Effect” story had many related scientific studies.

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Scoters, Eiders, and other Wonders

An experiment with an audio narrative of the post. Not my voice. Yet.

“There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. For us of the minority, the opportunity to see geese is more important than television,” Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac

 

My waterfowl identification is woefully deficient. At a distance without mechanical aids, I have difficulty discerning white winged scoters from surf scoters from black scoters or at a distance even from scaups or goldeneyes or buffleheads. I guess I need to upgrade my glasses prescription. From a greater distance, the distinction blurs even with the larger common eiders. The winter ocean around this place is full of them, large flocks of various scoters, eiders, buffleheads, and some birder attracting harlequins. And Canadian geese. Many geese.

 Large flocks of waterfowl hang out along the Sakonnet River at McCorrie Point, Sandy Point, and Sachuest National Wildlife Refuge, feeding, chatting, floating gently regardless of the vigor or languor of the waves. Up and down, content and rhythmically riding the waves for five thousand years somehow just beyond the break of the surf – a curious reassurance that we can be confident our frantic preoccupations with the current titillation, election, controversy, sensation, or outrage is a momentary distraction.

 Suddenly, they will take wing for their own instinctual inexplicable reasons, first two or four or five, then scores on some signal not understood by me, beating furiously to the next feeding range, sometimes across the river to the North Tiverton side and the Seapowet marshes. The energy of their purposeful rapid flight with blurred-fast wings seems exhausting to watch, but they are undeterred.

 When they drift closer to the shoreline, it’s endlessly entertaining to see them hunt. Diving with quick graceful, rounded back plops, they vanish for what seems like a long time, only to pop up inevitably ten or fifteen feet away. Often their dives and re-emergences are synchronized. Plop. Plop. Plop. Six or eight or more at a time in family groups, disappearing and reappearing almost simultaneously or in sequence. Pop! Pop! Pop! Up they come like small balls released by the kid holding them under. Could watch them for an hour, guessing where they are going to surface.

Drama is inherent in their existence. Raptors, foxes, and other predators are on the prowl. And others. The wildlife ranger who supervises us volunteers leads a weekly bird walk on the trails of Sachuest Wildlife Refuge along the rocky shoreline. She told us a story from last week’s walk. Duck hunting season just ended on January 26th. Hunting is not permitted on the refuge, but hunters can fill their freezers from boats just offshore so long as they aim away from the land towards the open sea. She has no objection to hunters. That’s part of what wildlife managers manage. But it must be safe and lawful.

 Hunting is part of how the balance is managed. Many savor a good Sunday dinner of roasted duck after an overnight soak in rosemary or thyme brine and accompanied by garlic buttered mashed potatoes, sauteed carrots, tomato and cucumber salad, and a nice red cabbage slaw.

On Saturday, she was conducting one of her walks for a couple of dozen curious nature lovers. She took them out near the forty feet of Sachuest Point – the surf pounded cluster of large rocks where the harbor seals sometimes come to sun themselves in the summer.

 Two exquisite eiders exploded from the surface of the water, beating their wings frantically, attaining astonishing speed in a few yards. “There goes a pair of eiders,” she exclaimed and pointed. Two shotgun blasts boomed from one of the inflatable low boats. Splash. Splash. With laconic understatement to the shocked onlookers, she calmly concluded the eider lesson. “There were a pair of eiders.”

“One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of a March thaw, is the spring.” Aldo Leopold

On Aquidneck Island, we don’t have to wait for March to observe the wonder of a flight of Canadian Geese. We do have some visiting migrating flocks passing through to be sure, but hundreds of them overwinter, powerfully cleaving the air with the V formation so easily identified while their unmistakable calls draw our attention overhead – twenty, fifty at a time, filling the sky like B-29s advancing towards the ball bearing factories in Dresden. Only the geese are benign as well as orderly and determined.

 We see them grazing in stubbled winter corn fields, in the marshes, scores of them cluster, feed, and socialize. We see them in any open water on both ocean and unfrozen freshwater ponds. They inhabit plowed fields, golf courses, and dormant winter farmland of which we have an abundance. Lingering and foraging for hours with a few sentinels, they guard their young, reconnoiter, and apparently confer with one another; their low distinctive murmuring conversation is incessant. Abruptly, as if by consensus, a group of them take flight.

 I always pause and look up when they are on the move in their signature V formation, squawking, changing their order of flight to share the load breaking the wind, heading to someplace of their noisy choosing to seek new food or shelter from the incessant wind or refuge for the night.

Compelling. A spectacle of grace, coherence, and power. A confirmation that somewhere, against all odds, all is right in the universe.

“Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.” Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There

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Unsung Heroes of Civilization

Weaver Cove dock at Sunset smaller

“Labor was the first price, the original purchase-money that was paid for all things. It was not by gold or by silver, but by labor, that all wealth of the world was originally purchased.” Adam Smith

We paused recently at one of our favorite stops – the boat landing at Weaver Cove off Burma Road on the west side of the island overlooking Narragansett Bay. Sunset is our favorite time there, but we often make our way over the rocks at other times and walk down the beach at low tide towards the Navy base and Coast Guard station. During the warm months, there is a lot of activity at the boat launch out on the bay. Fishing boats, sailing craft, barges and tugs headed up to Providence, freighters, luxury yachts. Some single mast sailing boats are moored just offshore from April until October. In the summer, families journey down from Fall River and New Bedford, setting up tents, chairs, and grill for a day of picnicking, swimming, playing with their kids, digging quahogs, and napping. A United Nations of languages and laughing.

By this time of year, the moored boats are back in storage, and only working craft come through the channel. When we stopped last week, there was a large yellow and red concrete truck waiting with its large, angled drum churning to keep its load from hardening. I thought the driver was on a break or waiting for a call from a local foundation being poured telling him that they were ready for him. Fifteen minutes later, a strange looking boat, which looked from a distance like it had an overly tall, awkward cabin at the stern, approached steadily from behind Dyer Island coming from Prudence Island directly west of Dyer.

As it got closer, it was a boat of a type I had never seen at the boat launch before with the odd appearance of a WWII landing craft at the bow. Another big truck perched on it – an exact match of the parked one near us. The driver of the waiting truck was affable with a full head of gray hair and a well-trimmed beard. I asked him if he was headed back to Prudence to continue a large foundation pour. Never taking his eyes off the boat, he told me that was precisely what they were up to. As soon as the truck ferry from Prudence got close to the Weaver Cove launch, our driver lined up to reload the boat. The switch was made quickly as soon as the odd looking boat pulled into the boat launch ramp, its inclined bow opening even as it approached.

The driver positioned himself directly in front of the ramp with enough room for his colleague in the other empty truck to disembark. Within seconds of the other truck clearing the ramp, he adeptly backed into the tight fit on the waiting boat without the appearance of one tiny course correction. The bow smoothly retracted back into position even as its pilot immediately started backing out, and the boat turned back to Prudence to continue the foundation pouring. The squat ferry sat noticeably deeper in the water with the fully loaded replacement. The whole switch and turn around took less than five minutes like a well-practiced dance.

“All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

As the ferry and concrete truck receded from our view around Dyer Island, Rita and I discussed how many jobs requiring years of experience and skill go unheralded: the pilot of the truck ferry, concrete truck drivers, the crew back at the building site who set the forms, tie rods, and rebar, the foundation pouring crew directing the cement into the forms so that there were no voids or weaknesses as it set, the site work heavy equipment operators backfilling around the new foundation once the forms were stripped.

Prior to the forms showing up others had built the roads to get there, cut the trees, cleared the lot, dug in the septic system, drilled the well, and excavated the foundation hole after others had tested the soil, surveyed the property lines, and pounded in the offset stakes located by a transit to site the house and grade the lot. The coordinated, complex choreography continues until the house is ready for mail in the mailbox and kid’s bikes in the driveway: framing carpenters, window and door installers, siding and roofing specialists, insulation crew, electricians, heating and ventilation specialists, plumbers, sheetrock board hangers, plasterers, interior finish carpenters, kitchen cabinet and countertop fabricators, flooring team, painters, landscapers, and more. Offsite manufacturers fabricate hundreds of components, milled lumber, appliances, and all the building materials necessary to construct the home. Hundreds of skilled laborers contribute to a finished home.

Much of it is hard physical work, some of it dangerous. Years of experience and apprenticeship are necessary to gain proficiency in each trade, including our new acquaintance who made backing a fully loaded concrete truck weighing over thirty tons on to the narrow ramp of a small ferry look routine. It’s not.

Each day they sweat or are cold or wet or sore with fresh small injuries to their hands – limb and brain weary at day’s end from steady effort and paying constant close attention to their movements.

Those who do these things daily are practiced and confident in their hard earned expertise. They are intelligent, committed to doing a good job, and proud of their proficiency. Some are scornful of those who don’t have such skills. Watching them perform is always a vicarious pleasure; I always learn something new. Some little trick, or shortcut, some clever and quicker way to do what they do and produce better work. Some of their skillfulness I learned in my long working career, albeit never as adroitly as someone who repeated their tasks a hundred times a month for decades.

There are thousands of different jobs from the multitude of various skills it takes to grow and harvest our food, and those who keep us safe in our beds, and those who manage our commerce, and the many who quietly bang away writing the code that is now so necessary to our communications and entertainment. We surely are not even aware of many of the more esoteric jobs that exist, yet each one is supported by and utilized within our complex civilization.

“Work is not a curse, it is the prerogative of intelligence, the only means to manhood, and the measure of civilization. Savages do not work. The growth of a sentiment that despises work is an appeal from civilization to barbarism.” Calvin Coolidge

Just a few moments ago in geological time, we were all subsistence scratch the earth farmers or hunter gatherers. We all shared the same skills and worked together, or we died. Formal government, increased specialization, and a division of labor were developed and slowly emerged into the complexity we accept as normal. Human beings built cities and civilizations. Without the myriad skills of laborers, neither would there be politicians, university professors, poets, musicians or artists who can buy their daily needs and live in the shelters created by the workers. No workers, no civilization.

I have been very fortunate in knowing so many of them. Throughout sixty years of earning a living, I worked variously for a few months or for years as a framing carpenter, a fence builder, a tree climber, a roofing laborer humping bundles of shingles up ladders, a landscaper planting and grooming, a land surveyor, a truck driver, a driveway asphalt laborer, a form setter and fabricator of septic tanks and concrete pipe sections, a bucket truck operator, and a newspaper reporter, an assembler of doors and windows in a small carpentry shop, a warehouse shipper and receiver, a purchasing agent and inside sales coordinator, a road salesperson of building materials on hundreds of job sites. These jobs were learned at least well enough to keep food on the table before I spent most of my career managing people and running lumberyards and light manufacturing facilities.

No job was a waste of time; all prepared me for others; all taught me something necessary to all the rest.

Each job and especially learning what was entailed to accomplish their work inculcated in me deep respect for those who do the work, build the houses, and drive the trucks that supply us every day with our needs.

So many jobs we will never learn even exist. They may contribute to our lives without our noticing. We may take them for granted, but I hope I never do.

“Each morning sees some task begin,

Each evening sees it close;

Something attempted, some done,

Has earned a night’s repose.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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