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Friday, September 13, 2013

My Goal In Life Is To Be the Second Metronome In the Row On the Right.

Massive herds of animals like wildebeests and gazelles all move in unison almost instantaneously and certainly simultaneously, because of a synchronistic, inherent, intuition of what is best for the herd, and presumably what is best for the individual within the herd. Except when the herd instinctively throws itself over a cliff en masse. Then, not so much.

In the video below, 32 metronomes are placed on a movable table and then started asynchronously. In scientific terms, they are discordant, or out of rhythm with each other. The movable surface they're on eventually couples their energy so that all the metronomes become synched with each other. In physics, and the universe, this concordance among movable objects is the natural order – except for the problem of entropy.

According to Merriam-Webster:
 
Entropy 2a :  the degradation of the matter and energy in the universe to an ultimate state of inert uniformity 

Inert uniformity. In human terms – if you actually believe humans are of a higher divine or evolutionary order than wildebeests – inert uniformity is not a good thing. Think back to that herd of furry critters throwing themselves over a cliff to escape a singular lion.

When you watch the video below, think of yourself as a metronome, and then think of the movable surface as society. Are you going to give in and fall in line with everyone else, or are you going to be the second metronome in the row on the far right and fight to keep your singularly-unique-in-the-universe individuality intact for as long as you can?

As a libertarian, I believe in the power, will, and freedom, of the second metronome in the row on the far right.




Notice how the guys running the experiment (the government) had to shake up the movable table (society) to get the last individual to fall into lock step.

At 2:35, the last metronome to fight for his own uniqueness finally succumbs to the crowd. A metaphor for our lives I suppose, but think how smug he was when the other metronomes finally realized they were doomed to a life of inert uniformity. 

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