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Modes
of Communication
All forms of life, both plants and animals, seem to
communicate in various ways, sending and receiving information with the life
around them, via sounds, smells, chemicals, behaviors, gestures, and so
on. When I walk through a forest, I
often hear warnings of my arrival being announced by noisy birds or
squirrels. On dark nights, when I
quietly wander past a pond where the spring peepers are roaring in celebration,
they all suddenly become silent. In a
rainforest, some calls warn of an approaching leopard, while different calls
broadcast a snake alert.
Modern humans do not perceive or understand most of the
constant communication taking place in the natural world. Jon Young learned
nature awareness from his mentor, Tom Brown, and
became highly attuned to bird language.
One time, he went along on a field trip with ornithology students. He heard a call that warned of an approaching
Cooper’s hawk, and mentioned this to the others. The professor winced and hissed “that’s
impossible!” A minute later, the bird
flew by. The students were amazed. They wondered why their highly educated
professor did not understand bird language.
Clive Finlayson
mentioned that hunters in Spain still use traditional technology to attract
birds. During breeding season, they blow
on rabbit bone whistles that imitate the mating calls of quails. Upon hearing the fake urgent pleas for hot
romance, lust-crazed males would speed to the hunters, who could then catch
them with their bare hands.
Nonhuman animals communicate about the here and now: “tiger
coming.” Without words, baboons can
communicate irritation, contentment, excitement, and so on. In addition to this basic mode, humans also
have the ability to vocalize unusual sequences of grunts, clicks, gasps, and moans. Words enable the possibility of extremely
complex communication. We can jabber
about the here and now, the future, the past, events in other places, and a
million other subjects.
Communication is sometimes mysteriously telepathic. Robert Wolff was
astonished by the Sng’oi people of Malaysia.
Whenever he made a rare unannounced visit, someone would be waiting for
him on the trail, ready to lead him to their current camp. How did they know he was coming? They said that a feeling inspired them to go
to the trail, be there, and respond to what happened. Jon Young told a similar story about the
Bushmen of the Kalahari. Whenever you
came to visit them, someone would be waiting.
We are the word critters.
Words bounce off our lips and tongues, zoom through the air, and plunge
into the ears of others. We learn words,
speak words, hear words, think words, dream words. Nobody knows exactly when hominins began
using words, but many scholars have imaginative opinions, none of which are
supported by compelling archaeological evidence.
The first words babies learn are nouns (mama, dada). Then comes verbs, stuff to do (pee, poop,
eat). Later comes feelings (happy, sad,
tired, afraid), and abstractions (good, bad, progress, capitalism). At about 18 months, we begin assembling words
into sequences. Everything significant
to us has a name — other people, species of plants and animals, rivers, hills,
stone formations, stars, tools, and countless others.
Paul Shepard wrote
about two scientists who raised young chimps in their home, along with their
own children of similar age. The chimps
were at least as intelligent as children, until the children were three or
four, learned language, and left the chimps in the dust. If the kids had been raised by wild chimps,
they would have grown up to be intelligent animals, free from the enormous
burdens of our cultural baggage, much of it unwholesome and crazy making.
Complex language was certainly an asset for survival in the
hunter-gatherer days. It increased our
ancestors’ ability to conjure clever new tricks and accumulate them. Over time, the power of the word critters
intensified. At some point in the long
journey, excess cleverness forced them to swerve over the line of ecological
balance, and into the helter-skelter lane.
Hominins got too big for their britches in the dance of the family of
life.
Cleverness never
rests. The growing herd developed a growing
ecological footprint. Food resources
became more and more scarce, forcing the transition into plant and animal
domestication. By and by, this led to a
huge escalation in the power of the word critters. They learned how to encode words into visual
symbols that could be penned or painted onto papyrus, scratched into clay,
chiseled into stone, cast into metal, converted into digital pixels, and so on. Then the word symbols could be arranged into
sequences that conveyed important, detailed, informative meanings (similar to
the fascinating stories told to hungry San trackers by the spoor of horny
warthogs).
It’s interesting that the oldest written story found so far
is the Epic
of Gilgamesh, the saga of a lunatic king who built the imperial city of
Uruk, in what is now Iraq, in about 2700 B.C.
The story, scratched into clay tablets, describes a lecherous slime ball
who worked hard to expand organic agriculture by deforesting lands along the
Euphrates River, which triggered catastrophic erosion and flooding, and pissed
off the gods. By 3200 B.C., Uruk was the
biggest city in the world, home to 25,000+ people. Today, Uruk is a crude
pile of brown rubble sitting amidst a desolate barren moonscape. Its spoor has an important message for
ambitious glory seekers: “Don’t live like we did.”
In a previous section, we jabbered about how the rate of
technological innovation was accelerated when people lived in dense
populations, and were exposed to ideas and gizmos from other cultures, via long
distance exploration, trade, and conflict.
In the digital age, the flow of exotic information has shifted into warp
drive. Technology enables written words,
spoken words, and images to be sent to the other side of the planet in a second,
with the click of a mouse.
On my bookshelves are rows of manuscripts written by many
thinkers, from different cultures, from different eras — a crowd of interesting
minds and stories. We have never before
been able to store such vast amounts of information. And we have never before lived in such a
destructive manner. This is not a
coincidence. Almost all of that
information is about stuff that is unhealthy, unnecessary, and unsustainable.
Industrial civilization is already in the early stages of
collapse, and this is obvious to folks who are paying close attention to
reality. Some worry that collapse will
lead to a catastrophic loss of accumulated information. Some day in the coming decades, the grid, the
lights, the laptops, and the cell phones will go dark forever. I expect that there are folks alive today who
will see the last car die, and the last supermarket close. Without ongoing maintenance, time will
eventually compost our wonderful libraries.
When the oceans of modern data evaporate and fade from memory, our
information will come from fireside stories, the here and now, and the
ecosystem we inhabit.
Jon Young has devoted his life to helping people restore
three types of severed connections — connection with others, connection with
self, and connection with nature. My generation
grew up playing outdoors with the neighbor kids. I was lucky to live close to forests, lakes,
and open land. We had no iPods, cell
phones, video games, or laptops. Our
social networking was face to face, in the here and now, and preferably outdoors.
We were at home in nature.
We built forts, climbed trees, went swimming, and caught frogs, turtles,
salamanders, night crawlers, and fish.
We played until mom called us home.
Where I live now, it’s common to see tweakers, junkies, and other homeless
folks camping amidst trash piles throughout the neighborhood. It’s getting unusual to see children playing.
Most of us spend most of our lives indoors, and our visits
outdoors usually take place in manmade surroundings. Few of us spend our entire lives in the place
we were born, and develop an intimate and reverent relationship with the wild
ecosystem around us. This is a most
unusual situation for tropical primates, or any other animals. We’re like the lads who walked on the moon in
their silver spacesuits — lost, disconnected, homeless wanderers.
Folks in a post-collapse world are going to be devoting most
of their attention to daily survival.
This will require them to actually wander out into their ecosystem, on
foot, and attempt to blend into it. When
the land provides you with fish, nuts, and berries, you develop a spirit of
gratitude and respect — connection. Your
life will come into communication with the family of life around you.
Collapse is a strong medicine that will delete us or cure
us. It will liberate us from countless
toxic addictions, behaviors, beliefs, and relationships that have led us to the
brink. So, cheer up! Time is running out for the most insane and
destructive experiment in Earth’s history.
Better days are coming. One way
or another, healing will begin.