Musings
We really have no perspective about perspective.
What I mean is that we default to the position that other people somehow share our personal view of things. I don’t mean viewing a piece of art or listening to some music, where one person senses beauty and the other banality.
I mean the difference between theoretically understanding when the polio vaccine was introduced and vaccinations took place nationally, and actually having been there. There is simply a huge difference with the exception of those people really serious about history and who are intellectually curious.
I wasn’t alive during the Civil War (just missed it) but I’ve read over 40 books about it, took a college course focused on it, and visited several battle sites. My knowledge of that period—the battles, sanitation, leadership, politicians, public reactions, and so forth—is significant.
While I was born in 1946 (as the eldest of the “baby boomers”) I don’t remember WW II, since it had just ended. But my father fought in it and my mother was at home waiting for him. Most adult men had fought in it, or at least been in the armed services. There was rationing and sacrifice that carried over to my youngest years.
I was in high school during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Students were crying in the halls and teachers were preoccupied and quite serious. I have a hard time explaining it and I know the people I talk to about it have a harder time understanding it. It seems like an amorphous, almost mythical event to younger people.
We don’t share perspectives well, so that our reactions to current events are quite different. Rioting is awful, terrorism is heinous, Covid is frightening—but none present the possibility of worldwide annihilation and a nuclear winter as did the Cuban Missile Crisis. Yes, it was that close.
Polio scared the hell out of all of us, we watched people die and be carted away. So the vaccine was a divine intervention and universally well received. The reluctance to be vaccinated against Covid is mysterious intransigence and misplaced seeking of “freedom” to many of us who experienced the polio scare.
We have to take into account others’ perspectives and try to accommodate them with respect. Otherwise, we expect them to act as we do without experiencing what we’ve experienced, and vice versa. How important is that?
I was always intellectually impressed by the Great Wall of China. And then one blessed day I was able to stand on it. And I felt like an ant, and had a very visceral reaction to what people created two thousand years ago, part of which can’t even be repaired today with modern equipment.
I can go to China, but I can’t get inside your head and you can’t get inside mine.
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