Let’s say you’ve gotten the best idea of your whole lifetime and you just have to share it with somebody. You grab the nearest Being by the lapels, even though he is a head taller and a fair amount wider than you. In your excitement and enthusiasm you fail to notice that this particular gorilla is wearing a substantial pair of combat boots. You share. The gorilla smashes your idea to bits with his aforementioned footwear.

Anybody else got any big ideas? Original image courtesy of Wikipedia.

What is it with these people who feel compelled to mow down new ideas like a weed whacker through a patch of dandelions? Those who are so gleefully eager to shatter the hopes and dreams of innovative thinkers. What it is is this: They are carrying out a solemn and sacred tradition necessary to maintain the status quo, to keep the society (however skewed and faltering) from changing, because the first and foremost tenet of any society is to always remain the same. Ask any bureaucrat. Ask any Stone Age club wielder.

This explains a lot. Now we know why your best friend, your sibling, your teacher, parents, coworkers, uncles, grandmothers, all are diligent maintainers of the status quo, with the duty of making sure your piddling idea doesn’t risk knocking all of civilization off its rails.

Wild and wacky Albert. Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

Of course there’s them that wriggle through, don’t go to class, spend time day-dreaming, and come up with wacky ideas, like Albert Einstein. Of course the status quo requires that new ideas be ridiculed and that’s what happened to Einstein, at first. That’s what happens to the class clown, too. That’s what happens to the jester, the dreamer, the innovator, the wild entrepreneur.

It’s a cliché that genius is automatically rejected by the crowd because the crowd has been conditioned to believe that nothing should change, except next season’s TV lineup and the won-lost record of our favorite underdog sports team.

Fact is, just about everyone at one time or another has been the jackass that shot down somebody else’s idea. We are all contributing to this condition together.

We ought to look into changing the same-old status quo to a new, better status quo, one that says the state of affairs would be better made of modeling clay than concrete.

I have an idea, and there are no combat boots in sight. If we all, or at least most of us, took some time every day, or nearly every day, to simply reflect and honor our innermost thoughts, our interior calmness, that silence within, we might be pleasantly surprised by the change such a habit can make in our lives.

We might devise a supple, flexible, powerful version of status quo where we see the divinity in everyone else, where we see the value in everyone else, where my idea and your idea are respected simply because they are.