I listened in the pre dawn hours to the chirping of the birds as they voiced their concerns to the darkness. What were they saying so vigorously to the spring air that seemed so important? “I’m going to catch a worm.” “I’m going to find sticks to make a nest.” “I’m going to find water to take a bath.” Yet as the human world slept the birds chirped without any concern or understanding as to what the humans would do with their lives once awake, the complicated problems they would be solving when they emerged from the darkness and entered their worlds in the light of day to make livings, raise families, or pursue their own more complicated objectives. The birds had no way to know what driving a car was, or operating a microwave to heat up some coffee, or any number of tasks that the sleeping humans would soon do when the sun rose above the horizon. The birds, lost to their own world chirped away thinking the whole world existed for their concerns, which they broadcasted incessantly.
I thought about the chirping birds in my own life, the many human beings that have attached themselves to my life of late. To be nice, I’ll call these people the second-handers. Second handers are those who do not create from their own minds, they do not act on their own initiative; they do not function from individualism. They are always on a quest to ask, “How can I work my way into someone’s good graces? Should I play golf to curry the favor of a superior, or should I give money to a political campaign so they can relieve me of regulation? Should I have a dinner party and invite so-and-so which will give me influence over a particular sector of the community?” Those are examples of second-handers.
The second-hander is “second” because they require the action of someone else in order to function. They “need” someone to do something so that they can then act. The intention with these types is to receive something that someone else has, and by becoming acquainted with first-handers, the second-hander hopes to gain something, whether it be a promotion, a raise, political status, or even respect. The second-hander is almost always at the mercy of someone else.
Our current human society has been told that everyone should be a second-hander, because in doing so we are all interdependent on one another, and there will be peace. We will each have a specialized task that someone else needs so this will protect us from attack, and keep us gainfully employed. However, this is a naive, half-baked idea that has proven to be a tragic theory, and has held down the meaning of being human to just a short level above those chirping birds. The primary concerns are only the basics of survival. The remainder of our time is usually spent on living out the role of a second-hander so that gathering up our survival supplies can become easier.
I have become too involved with politics only to realize with great frustration that much of it is completely made up of second-handers consisting of layers and layers of looters and moochers. So a new, and different approach is needed that does not require affiliation with such types. Since it never occurs to my mind on a daily bases to function under the premise of a second-hander, working with them is simply out of the question. In so doing, you find yourself being pulled into their world to see things their way, and I don’t like it. Once there, I am prone to tell it as I see it, because I’m not looking for anything that a typical second-hander strives for. I just want things to be done correctly, and with thought. But in wanting such a thing you quickly come to realize that it might be just as easy to attempt to teach one of those chirping birds in the trees to read.
But the birds don’t want to be taught. They have no hint of the world outside of their reality. They know and function within the parameters that their primal existence has dictated for them. So they chirp incessantly and attempt to peck anyone who disturbs their nest.
I have seen many such chirps this week, and not just in the trees of the early morning. The mind of the second-hander seeks to waste the time of the people who actually create, because they cannot move until someone tells them to, so they are a burden on the creators. I’d love to address each and every chirp, but I can’t without losing my ability to create, so at some point you have to just let the birds chirp and make their ruckus and not waste your time with them. Because it’s consumption of creativity that they have in mind—it’s all they know to fulfill their primal needs.
In the future instead of trying to work directly with the second-handers I have decided to work above them,–by passing them completely. There is no way to explain to a second-hander what’s going on, because they’ll never understand. Only hindsight will reveal it to them, once the train has come and gone, then they will see the direction.
Until then, the birds of these unusually warm mornings are pleasant to listen to. I have learned to sleep in spite of their constant chatter because I know they cannot understand anything but their nature, so I put up with it just as one cannot change the roar of a storm, or the impact of a heavy rain. They are all aspects of nature and things we must learn to live with. But they have little to offer by way of solutions. Like the second-handers, they live off the scraps of society, the waste of the weeds to make their nests, the worms that climb out of the ground for food, the declawed cats of neighborhoods to eliminate the threat of a natural predator that would otherwise eat them. And as much as they irritate me at times, I feel sorry for them at the same time.
I would not however consider asking the chirping birds to solve the problems of the world, because they are not capable of it. And I will not expect the second-handers of the world to do so either. Solutions will never come from these types and opinions from them are worthless—no different from the chirping birds. Instead the solutions to the problems must yet be generated from ideas not yet produced, by a system not yet understood by minds still working out the issues. And the second-handers can do nothing but waste time and loot to sustain the essence of their survival. And such realizations are valuable before it is realized that the energy that could have been used to generate solutions was instead wasted on a tribe of second-handers and their short-sighted vision.
So there will be no more writing in crayon. There will be no more attempts to teach the birds to talk. Because solutions are needed, and the second-handers have no role in the solution and are therefore a waste of time.
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