My mother always says that timing is everything in life. What we know, when we know it, what we do with it.
I’m not sure that’s what she means; she’s usually just referring to the doorbell ringing and the phone ringing at the same time.
The timing of our lives is definitely interesting though.
Technology has revolutionized everyone’s lives so quickly and completely that it overshadows all other revolutions.
But the world continues to be affected by a spiritual revolution that came before–the feminist movement.
Feminism “freed” baby boomer girls like me, giving us choices our mothers didn’t have. Were we really free though? To choose to pursue the once prized “Mrs.” degree would have been an embarrassment to any self-respecting woman of my generation.
The choice pendulum appears to have swung back to the middle; women can do anything, which I suspect pressures them to try to do everything.
Today it’s choices, choices everywhere, and not a minute to think.
Nowhere is this more obvious than in the realm of technology as entertainment.
Once upon a time, though, there was just ABC, NBC and CBS–PBS didn’t count– and when the shows were over, we actually had to do something.
This was pre-Title IX so girls weren’t practicing sports.
So we did our homework, though I’m not sure why I cared about school. I think I just did what I had to do to avoid the embarrassment of poor grades.
Somehow I sensed intuitively that it was more important to be “girl smart,” to know how to navigate socially which, in my young girl mind, was way more beneficial than anything I learned in school. (With one exception–I don’t think a week goes by that I’m not grateful that I learned to read and write.)
Besides, school didn’t answer my nagging existential questions. All those CARE commercials that interrupted Gilligan’s Island got me thinking–why are children starving in Africa and I get to sit here on the couch eating potato chips watching Gilligan’s Island?
But, if I had it to do over again–and boy, would I not want to–I would’ve tried to be a real girl and learn something in science.
I could never quite understand atoms and molecules, I just know I see a table.
Would I be any different if I understood the world scientifically? Would it affect my choice to be girl smart, caring more about relationships that now include G-d?
The good news is that G-d and science might not be mutually exclusive for much longer.
Google the “God particle” and you’ll see that physicists, the smartest people on the planet, are speaking the language of Chassidus, the deeper dimension of Torah Judaism.
Near as I can tell, the Higg’s boson is an uber-tiny particle that travels through an energy field and gains mass; the Nobel Prize in Physics just went to Peter Higgs and Francois Englert for their effort in explaining how this particle goes from almost nothing to something to, eventually, a world.
In my girl mind, I call it G-d.
And the contraction of G-d’s energy in creation is known as tzimtzum–you can Google that, too.
These are exciting times to be sure, especially if the scientists will soon be able to tell us where that almost nothing came from.
Now that will really be something.