Omicron

I just got out of an interesting (and rather scary) zoom meeting with a few of my “safety” colleagues. There were 13 people in the meeting, living in various places across the USA (east coast, Washington State, Phoenix Arizona, southern states). The point being that they were from a large geographical area. Four of the attendees contracted omicron during the holidays. They all reported similar situations. They had attended family gathers where everyone was fully vaccinated, and everyone had previously tested negative. The common outcome was that everyone in attendance caught the virus. These four people at the meeting represented something like 30 (or more) people that contracted the disease during a couple of days together. This represents a “breakthrough” rate of around 33% for the people in attendance at my meeting this morning, and close to 100% breakthrough for the family members in attendance at the gatherings.

If this is an example of how contagious this variant is, it appears that either we stay completely away from everyone (effectively quarantining ourselves), or we will catch it. The folks at the meeting reported a variety of symptoms, mostly having severe cold-like symptoms along with terrible aches and pains, loss of muscle control and brain fog. One people reported that it was tolerable and didn’t require hospitalization, but that it was the worst sickness in their 70 years of life – hopefully not something to be repeated. Many odd symptoms were reported, such as not being able to write for a few hours because of lack of ability to control that hand and arm, dizziness, major “brain fog”, etc. After two weeks they were (barely) able to attend the zoom meeting. Hopefully they will all recover and not end up with “long covid.”

As far as I can determine, the vaccines are doing exactly what they have always been advertised to do – minimize the severity of the disease, thereby minimizing hospitalizations and death. There has never been a claim that vaccinations will reduce the likelihood of infection, just that they will reduce the severity once infected. A similar claim has been made about masks and distancing. Masks definitely help minimize the potential for spreading the virus, but are not very effective against becoming infected. Distancing (to the point of quarantining) is the only real way to prevent infection. Distancing, but not so much in situations where anyone in the vicinity is mask-less (or not wearing it properly). My personal guess is that “distancing” means several feet outdoors, and it means that there has been nobody in a for several hours (no matter how large). The reason for avoiding all indoor spaces is that viruses “ride” on aerosols, and aerosols very quickly fill up a room of almost any size – and stick around for hours. A person wearing a mask less effective than a properly fitted N95 will spread large quantities of aerosols. I think we are seeing the impacts of this route of transmission in the new spike in infections.

My personal “take” on all this is that it is a bit scary to consider that I probably WILL catch it rather than MIGHT catch it. (Who knows, the “cold” and achy joints that my wife and I experienced a couple of weeks ago might well have been “it”.) Apparently there are now a lot of false negatives in the testing, so even getting a “negative” test doesn’t prove much.

However, it is sort of comforting to think that when I do catch it, the symptoms will be tolerable since I am fully vaccinated and in relatively good health. I am going to continue to postpone the onset of infection as long as I can by reducing my exposure to people as much as is practical – knowing that there are still going to be some exposures in order to carry on daily living. I will continue to wear a mask in public in the hopes of reducing the peaks of infections, thus minimizing the load on the medical system (just like in the “old days” of 2021 – reduce the peak even while knowing that eventually almost everyone will get it). I am disheartened that so many people are being self-centered in their choices of actions (no vaccinations, no masks, no distancing, no common sense protections), rather than coming together as a group in an attempt to weather this pandemic as best as we can. It is a global problem that requires a global solution. I had hoped that people could realize that we are all connected and interdependent, and therefore work together against a common problem – but apparently that isn’t how people work.

Earth Mother

I was invited to an all-night Native American ceremony held in a teepee on the night of a full moon.  The site selected for the ceremony was in the mountains of Northern California, not too far from the snowcapped Mount Shasta.  There were about 25 people in attendance, sitting on the ground in a circle facing the fire in the center of the teepee.  These ceremonies are an opportunity to spend the night singing, praying, and talking about emotional or physical ailments that could use some medicine and healing.

During the middle of the night during the ceremony, nature called so I went outside to relieve myself and to stretch my aching legs after sitting for several hours on the dirt facing the hot and bright fire in the center of the teepee.  When I got outside I found it to be a marvelous and beautiful scene.  The ceremony was being held in a large green meadow, surrounded by a dense pine forest.  The night was crystal clear, with a gorgeous full moon lighting up the surroundings.  The teepee glowed a mellow orange color, showing the outlines of people’s shadows as they continued the songs as I enjoyed the view and peaceful mood.

After a while I noticed a girl coming toward me across the meadow.  I had noticed her earlier in the teepee, but hadn’t seen her leave.  She must have taken a break about the same time that I did.  She was coming toward me in a way that made it obvious that she was going to give me a hug.  I am normally a great fan of hugs, but in this case I was hesitant because I had judged her to be a hippy, nature girl who would likely have body smells that I wouldn’t find pleasing.  She was very nice looking, but dressed in the clothes of the Northern California hippy earth mothers.  I enjoy talking to these hippy people, but sometimes their odor can get pretty overpowering.

In this case I decided that I had no choice, so I just resigned myself to the experience.  When we embraced in a big hug I first noticed that I was correct, she smelled “natural” without the normal chemical perfume smells that I had grown used to in town.  However, it wasn’t a bad smell – just different.  As I stood there contemplating the aroma, I noticed that I could detect the smells of her kitchen.  She smelled like freshly ground whole wheat, herbs and natural things from the forest.  It was very intoxicating in an interesting way, it made me think that she smelled like people are supposed to smell. It caught my attention and forced me to feel our humanity.

My imagination turned to what it must have been to live with native people who didn’t have any access to the soaps, deodorants, and perfumes so prevalent in our society.  I found that I really liked the experience.  I started to feel like I was connected to this lady in an oddly energetic way, we seemed to form a single entity.  That feeling of unity seemed to spread out from us into the field, then into the forest and nearby river.  Finally, it felt like I was physically connected to the entire world and all of humanity.  It was a really peaceful, powerful, and all-encompassing experience of the oneness of myself, that lady and all of nature.  There were no boundaries or divisions – just peace and an overwhelming feeling of love.  Not love for the girl, or lust, or anything like that. Rather, it was a pure and simple physical feeling inside of me of love – not of being in love, but being love. 

I have no idea how long we stood like that in the meadow; probably not very long.  I also have no idea if she experienced anything like I did, it didn’t seem appropriate or necessary to ask her.   There was a little break in the music that was an indication that we could enter and rejoin the group.   We both went back to our original positions among the others.

The rest of the night continued to be a joy for me.  The feeling of bliss and love stayed strong through that night, and through the next week.  For the first time, I spent the rest of the night with absolutely no pain or discomfort.  I was perfectly content to just sit and listen to the songs and prayers, adding mine when appropriate.  When the sky started to lighten, indicating the approach of dawn, I felt a little disappointment that it soon would be over and I would soon be back to “normal” – rather than sitting in the incredible state of blissful connectedness with the universe.

A few hours later, during the traditional noon feast, I found time to chat with that girl and tell her how her hug had turned the night around for me, and thank her for doing so.  I also mentioned that I was disappointed that the experience was bound to dissipate in due time and probably won’t happen again.  She smiled nicely, and said that the feeling might go away, until she comes to find me again someday.   I wonder in what future lifetime that might happen.

Spiritual Burial

The weekend had been set aside to perform an all-night Native American Church ceremony on my property.  However, as I looked more into that I got “cold feet” because of the use of Peyote in the ceremony.  Not that I have a problem with the Peyote, but because of the legal implications of having a bunch of people over to my house to use an illegal drug.  The Indians have certain exemptions for its use, but it wasn’t clear to me that I would be protected by those exemptions.  However, since my Toltec friends and I had already set the time aside we decided to perform a Mother Earth healing ceremony instead.

The ceremony was to be a burial event where we would spend the night in shallow “graves.”  Our first task was to dig the graves.  We each picked out a spot and dug a long, shallow hole just big enough to lie down in and turn over in the night.  The dirt was hard clay soil and rather difficult to dig.  There were no rocks, but the dirt needed to be loosened with a pick, or a lot of hard effort on the shovel.  The hole was a whole lot more difficult to dig than it would have been when I was 50!  This was the first major lesson of the night, my body is changing and I will no longer be able to do things as easily as I had in the past.

We were supposed to have written a “will” before the event, which I forgot to do.  The will was not something about how to distribute goods after death, but rather a thing telling those that are left behind what we wanted to tell them, but never did.  It was to be in the form of thank you notes, apologies, or whatever else seemed right.  I worked on mine in my head while I dug the hole. I came up with some things concerning my children and my wife about how I have been ignoring them, or at least not giving them the attention and showing them my love in a way that I would have liked. 

We finally got our holes dug, and covered them with boards, covering the boards with dirt so that we could be entirely enclosed in the earth.  This took us most of the afternoon; the set up was done just before sunset.  We sat in a field and watched the sun go down, meditating as the sun set.  While doing this we were to meditate upon what we wanted to let die in our graves and what we wanted to allow to be re-born in the morning.

One of my current problems at that time was associated with my making assumptions about why people do what they do, and then acting on those assumptions as if they were somehow real.  This had been bothering me because it so often results in my doing inappropriate things in response, and just makes the whole issue of being clear with others that much more difficult.  Inevitably the other person does the same, making assumptions about what I am thinking in order to act the way that I do.  We just keep spinning further and further apart. 

Because of this, what I wanted to let die was my habit of making assumptions about what others are thinking and acting on those assumptions as if they are the truth.  I might make some tentative guesses, but need to check them out before I think I know the truth.  I intended to be reborn with the ability to just let them be without making the assumptions.  I want to respond to what I actually see rather than what I imagine.

The four us who were to be “buried” oriented our holes in the four directions, with a fire at the center.  Bob was toward the north, Lauren to the east, Adriana to the south and I was in the west.  Everyone but me put their heads away from the fire; I aligned my head to the east – toward the fire.  My Native American friend, Irvine, later said that I had done the right thing.  Apparently there can be problems with sleeping with your head toward the west.

As dark came upon us, we started the fire and got ready for our night in the earth.  We each had sleeping bags, and the men had “pee bottles.”  I don’t know what Adriana planned on doing about that.  Adriana wanted to know what we should wear.  Ramin answered that the appropriate attire was as we were born since we would be “re-born” in the morning.  She wasn’t willing to do that so she changed into some sort of long sleeping garb.  I think the problem had more to do with lying with bugs than with being shy about being naked in the hole in the earth.  My choice was to wear only my underwear because I was concerned that otherwise it would get too warm.


A couple of the others were nervous about getting claustrophobic. I was confident that I wouldn’t have this reaction because I have always liked being in closed, confined spaces. That kind of situation seems to put me into a sound sleep.  I fully expected to sleep well that night.

It was finally time to crawl into our holes.  We each crawled into the space under the boards and Ramin covered the rest with dirt, leaving a small slit open at the head end for air.  I found that I was very sleepy.  Once we were all settled in, Ramin started to drum.  His job for the night was to sit up and watch over us, protecting us – helping if we needed help, keep; the fire burning – and drumming.  I heard very little of the drumming because almost as soon as he started I fell asleep. 

Some time later (I don’t know when because I didn’t have a clock), I woke up feeling like I was suffocating.  I started to panic, wanting to get out of my hole – but I couldn’t because I was covered with too much dirt to move.  I was hot, sweaty and breathing hard.  I crunched up closer to the air slit and decided that it was probably safe – even though I was still claustrophobic and wanted out.  I finally managed to relax myself again, and decided that I would just have to wait it out. 

The first bug to visit me crawled into my ear.  I tried to get it out, but it just went deeper.  When I tried to get it with my finger, it started going around and around inside of my ear canal.  That got my attention for a long time.  It finally either crawled back out, or stopped moving.  In either case, it stopped “bugging” me.  I was on top of my sleeping bag instead of inside of it because it was too hot and humid to stay inside.  Things started crawling over me.  It felt like spiders or something small moving the hairs on my legs.  They were too light to actually feel them walking on me, but I could definitely follow them because I could feel them in my body hair.  I thought about swatting them, but since I really couldn’t reach down because of the cramped space, I decided to just let them be – wondering if they were going to bite.

After a bit I got pretty thirsty, so I reached around to get my water bottle to get a drink.  As I did so, my arm cramped.  The sharp pain made me straighten it and hope that the cramp would go away.  It finally did and I found a way to use the other arm to get the water bottle.  However, it really started to worry me because I sometimes get really strong leg cramps that demand that I stand and walk on the leg to get the pain to go away.  I started to worry about what would happen if I got a big leg cramp.  This put me back into the claustrophobic mind set once again.  About that time my leg did start to cramp as if on cue.  I managed to get it positioned to let the cramp subside, knowing that I would have to be very careful about what position that I got into. 

After awhile I noticed that Adriana was up with Ramin. Apparently she had decided that she had enough time in the hole.  I rather envied her courage to just give in instead of stubbornly staying in the hole.  I could see a tiny bit of what was going on through my air slit.  Pretty soon she went to bed in her sleeping bag next to the fire, and Ramin resumed his vigil sitting and keeping the fire burning. 

After successfully peeing in my bottle while lying on my side, I started to think about what it must be like for people who are trapped in a collapsed building or that little girl who fell down the well shaft.  Those people would really have to find a mind place where they could just let it be.  Otherwise it would be absolute terror.  Being trapped and unable to move would be terrible.  I was not really trapped because I knew I could get out, and I could move; but it was still pretty scary. I spent a lot of time imagining how it would be to be trapped like that.  It was funny, but those thoughts brought me comfort.  I had it easy, what was I being so upset about?  All I had to do was relax and things would be just fine.  I finally did relax and fell back to sleep for awhile.  

The next thing that I was aware of was the rising sun streaming through my breathing slit into my hole.  It was really wonderful to all of a sudden be bathed in the light, and it felt like I was awakening again.  Maybe I even felt a little like being re-born.  It filled me with peace and comfort.  Pretty soon Ramin came by and unearthed me, so I could slide back out into the world and enjoy the new morning.  

Once we were all out and stretching, we did some little ceremonies and then filled our holes back in again. I wanted to go get the tractor to push the dirt back in, but Ramin said that part of the ceremony was in filling up the holes.  He was right, it was an important step – but it was once again painful and tiring.

I am still wondering what that night brought to me.  Was it an actual “rebirth”? Or was it just a long, uncomfortable night?  Did I learn something important?  How will I know?

Life as We Made It by Beth Shapiro

This book is a fascinating dive into some of the major changes that people have caused to happen to many organisms (plant, animal and tiny) on the earth. It is interesting to consider how impactful we have been – both positively and negatively – to such a large part of the world’s flora, fauna and micro-organisms.

Shapiro describes many things that were surprising to me, such as the fact that “we” almost made the American Buffalo (Bison bison) go extinct twice – first the early Native Americans almost wiped them out starting about 15,000 years ago. The environment was taking a toll on the Bison, but so were the people who had found very imaginative (and effective) means of hunting them in very large numbers. The decline in the bison population was turned around when Conquistadors brought various plagues to the new world. The plagues in the form of smallpox, whooping cough, typhoid, scarlet fever and others quickly destroyed the long established human population – taking the pressure off of the buffalo. The buffalo quickly increased in numbers to something around 60 million by the middle of the eighteenth century. However, the early Europeans not only brought disease, they brought horses! That was the beginning of the second massive die-off of the buffalo. First the Native Americans got horses, vastly increasing their hunting efficiency – followed by Europeans that added guns to the mix. By the turn of the century (1905), the known buffalo population had been reduced to 125 animals, 25 in Yellowstone and around 100 on private property. Since that time, conservation efforts have brought them back from extinction, with around 500,000 alive today. Many (perhaps more than 50%) buffalo today have some cattle DNA so are actually hybrids.

Part I of the book discusses purposeful, and accidental, changes made by man for various reasons such as the creation of corn, dogs from wolves, etc., etc. These changes were almost all done using the techniques of selective breeding over long periods of time. And then there were all of the species that went extinct because of over hunting, changes we made to the environment, and other actions that directly or indirectly resulted in the inability of a species to maintain a breeding population.

The second part of the book, “The Way it Could Be” in the most troublesome to me. It discusses the things that we can change by either traditional means of selective breeding, or more recently gene editing techniques. I am rather appalled by Shapiro’s seemingly over-confidence that we can change species by editing genes within a species, or by introducing genes from other species, without causing unexpected, unintentional catastrophes. She points out many of the marvelous things that gene editing can accomplish. We now do things like add parts of jelly fish DNA into other fish that makes the fish glow in various colors when exposed to pollutants in the water. If you catch a yellow day-glow fish perhaps you might want to avoid adding it to you dinner.

There are thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of “experiments” and “scientific studies” going on right now to find ways to “improve” upon the hand that “we” (the total community of organisms on the earth) have been given. Shapiro talks confidently that we always make sure that the changes are “safe” before introducing them into the wild (while also discussing instances where that has NOT be done), how we can always stop and backup our changes (also while discussing instances where that cannot be done), and that we know all about what we are actually doing when we change the DNA of an organization (when it is obvious that we often find “surprises” much later).

Shapiro is willing, and apparently anxious, to make small and potentially large, often unknown, changes in the name of solving some specific problem. I understand the value, importance, and how enticing it can be to have the power to solve so many problems with such a simple approach. It is so simple in fact that there are essentially no controls on what is allowed and allowable. There is nothing that prevents a scientist from introducing lasting changes to the gene pool of any species (including humans) with little or no oversight, testing or safety protocols. They can just “do it”, as was the case when He Jiankui, a biophysicist at Shenzhen’s Southern University of Science and Technology modified human embryos resulting in a pair of twin girls with “new” DNA. Assuming that these girls go on to be mothers, then these changes will become a part of “humanity” in the future. Not only did he make changes in the hopes of making the girls immune to HIV, but it turned out that he had inadvertently made additional changes that have unknown impacts. He could tweak those girl’s genetics, so he did. “Experimentation” is happening all around the world by perhaps tens of thousands of individuals, tweaking organisms because they can, hoping for find something good (and valuable) in the process.

It appears that we are too far into this brave new world of gene editing to change it at this point. CRISPR has been invented and it will be used for anything and everything that people can dream up, including all of the “accidents” that happen because they didn’t actually know what they were doing. I obviously have no idea where this might be leading – but from the risk point of view, it appears that it could lead to one or more of those “existential” events whereby humans go extinct, or perhaps a wide swatch of other species do so. We are already releasing animals into the wild that have their genes changed in ways that prevent all of the females to be sterile after a few generations. The changed genes get transmitted from generation to generation until it accumulates to a tipping point where sterility kicks in- quickly leading to extinction of that species. That certainly gets rid of pests, but at what cost?

Shapiro ends with a nice sounding prediction of the future that we will always be careful and will never intentionally, or accidentally, cause a global disaster. She points out that we are smart, ethical, and bound by our desire to only do what is good for all. She scoffs at those of us that see very dark clouds on the horizon of such unlimited power in the hands of “everyman.” Perhaps. Obviously the point of no-return has been passed decades ago – perhaps it is just a continuation from the last 40,000 or so years as suggested by Shapiro. This is once again a situation where I am inwardly pleased that at 75 years old I will be spared many of the obvious problems that are just over the horizon. I am sorry for what we have left for our children, grandchildren and the seven generations in the future that the Native Americans understand to be our immediate responsibility.

What does it mean to “be a man”?

A few years ago I went to a Toltec “Summer Celebration” weekend retreat.  I have attended these kinds of events several times in the past few years, and always come home with a new understanding of something that I didn’t realize I didn’t understand.  This was to be the case again.

I managed to get tied up in traffic on the way to the retreat center, so showed up a bit late – and was told that I should join the ongoing “men’s group” taking place on the grass near the dry creek near the meeting rooms.  I usually avoid “men’s group” activities because I find that they are often too exclusionary and unbalanced in their approach and discussions.  However, in the spirit of participating in whatever came my way for the weekend, I joined and participated as much as I could without dominating the conversations (one of my personal faults). 

The main points being discussed were how we came to our personal understanding of what it means to be a man.  There were a lot of interesting stories of growing up with stern fathers, absent fathers, weak fathers, and fathers like mine who participated, but with a very clear separation of male-female roles.  I explained that I learned a lot about how to be a “man” from my mother.  She would take the time to discuss the topic and to point out examples of what she meant.  I found this quite helpful since my father was not one for talking about anything personal.  He would talk freely about all sorts of “man things” such as fishing or boat building, but not about how he felt unless it was when he was in a rage, and all that came across then was that he was angry.

I found the stories to be interesting, but not particularly captivating, so I just sat back and let my mind wander.  It wandered to a place of new insight.  As I sat on the grassy hill in the shade of an oak tree, I slowly came to understand that I was taught that there is a clear-cut, and strict, demarcation between men’s and women’s responsibilities with regard to family life and relationships.  Men work and bring home the money.  Men do the “manly chores” involving tools and heavy labor.  They are also the ultimate disciplinarians. Mom would say things like, “if you don’t do so and so I will tell your father when he gets home.”  The threat of stern action and possible violence was obvious.  This rarely occurred because the threat worked for me.  Women tend the yard, fix the meals, take care and play with the kids, socialize the kids, deal with kids and school issues, keep track of household budgets, and bring whatever beauty there is into the house.  The list of male and female tasks is quite long, but had very little overlap in my family.

As I sat there thinking about this and my relationship with my wife and children I realized that I had agreed with it implicitly.  What I had been taught was so obviously true that it didn’t even rise to the point of requiring consideration or discussion.  How else could it be?  Listening to the other men in the group describe their upbringing made it clear that there are an infinite number of ways that it could be, my way was just one in a sea of possibilities. 

I have always felt that I had somehow transcended my strict male-female role upbringing.  I do many things that my father categorized as “women’s work.”  This includes things like changing diapers (although I avoid this with my grandsons), washing dishes, ironing clothes, food shopping, cleaning toilets, etc.  I also do the manly tasks of making the bulk of the family income, working on cars, cutting firewood, mowing lawns and building fences.  Because I find myself doing these “cross-gender” tasks, I felt that I was somehow a “liberated” man – and my wife is a liberated woman because she also shares by doing many of the “manly” tasks.  We were a balanced family, each sharing the tasks as they came up.

However, as I sat and looked more closely at my life, I came to understand that while I did these womanly tasks, I did them to “help” my wife with her work.  I did them, but I didn’t “own” them.  They weren’t my jobs; they were her jobs.  I was generous enough to assist, but expected a “thank you” in return and maybe even a little bonus such as a special meal, back rub, or some personal time off.  When she helps by doing the male tasks, I felt the same – she was doing me a favor and needed a special “thanks” or something in return – often in the form of an exchange of tasks.

How odd I thought; all of these years I had been thinking that I was sharing the tasks with my wife, only to find out that I was just helping out. In reality I was still following and agreeing with the divisions that my parents had taught me in the early 50’s based upon what they had been taught when they were young during the ‘20s. 

It became clear to me that the tasks to be done are both of ours, not hers and mine unless we have specifically decided to divide some for our own personal reasons.  I feel like I have shifted my understanding of the male-female roles in our family, but will have to wait and see how much has actually changed and how much remains the same.  I don’t know if I will be able to shift my point of view and fully take on the jobs as truly shared responsibilities, but I do know that I will now recognize them as old agreements when they come up.  At least I am now in a position to better see and understand what I am doing when I am doing it.

These revelations brought an understanding of my intent for the weekend into clear focus.  I realized now that for me the purpose of the weekend retreat was to explore the relationship between my wife and myself, to get a better understanding of how we interact and what expectations I bring to our marriage.  I got a vague understanding of this purpose as I said goodbye to her on Friday morning.  It seemed that her attitude was one of resentment and feeling that I was doing something very selfish to leave her at home for the weekend while I went off to play with my Toltec friends.  There was of course some truth to this judgment, but there is also the truth that I am trying to find my path in my life, and share what I find with her.  While I am being selfish with my studies, I also see that what I am learning is helping our relationship in many ways – hopefully, there is also a mutually beneficial aspect to my studies. 

When “breakout sessions” were announced on the following day, I elected to join a group that was discussing relationships, including marriages.  The group was composed of couples, and myself.  I was a “couple” in my mind that weekend since I was specifically focused on that issue. 

The group started off a little slowly with everyone wondering what to say and how to start.  I decided to bring up my concern of the weekend, which was that I was being confused about how to follow my spiritual path while maintaining a solid relationship with my wife, considering that her preference is to not join me in my “fun and games” in group work.  I honor her desire to not join me (maybe in large part because she doesn’t want to interfere with what I am doing), knowing that she is progressing along her path side-by-side with me in her own way.  However, I have problems with feeling guilty about leaving her behind, and that she lets me know that it is her opinion that I am being selfish in doing so.

The first response to my concern was from a guy who I had judged to be a silent watcher, rather than a talker.  He told me that it sounded to him like we didn’t communicate enough.  He described a process that he and his wife do once a week.  He called it their “sacred hour.”  The crux of it is that once a week they set aside an hour to be with each other. One person talks for 20 minutes, uninterrupted by the other; then they switch; then they dialogue about whatever comes up for the final 20 minutes.  He said it was a powerful tool for allowing each to think of what they want to say to the other, and the other to just sit back and listen without having to think of a response.

The leader of the group then made the recommendation that when I get home to ask my wife what she did while I was gone.  My immediate reaction is that of course I would do that, I always ask her about what she did while I was gone.  However, in this instance I just accepted that recommendation and waited to see what else would unfold during the weekend.  There were a lot of other events of interest, but no more that seemed to specifically address my concerns.

On the way home I continued to think about communicating and letting my wife tell me what she had done, rather than trying to have a discussion with her.  I remembered all of those times when people have exclaimed how important it is to “listen,” “listen actively,” “pay attention” and other phrases indicating that there was some way to listen “harder” than I normally do.  I have never been able to figure out how to do that because I already listen as hard as I can.  I try to hear what is being said, try to line it up with my experiences so I can maybe “feel” what it feels like to be saying what they are saying and try to figure out how to respond in a meaningful and compassionate way.  I don’t know how to do this any harder, or with more intent.

Then it dawned on me.  I realized that I was listening so “hard” that I wasn’t listening at all!  My normal listening style is that I let the speaker talk a little bit until I think I understand where they are headed (which is often correct, but also often incorrect). Then I start thinking about myself in an attempt to find something in my life that is similar so that when I respond it is with empathy and understanding.  At that point I kind of stop listening carefully, rather I begin thinking (about myself).  My wife often tells me how rude this is, but I don’t get it because I am trying my hardest to be the total opposite of rude, I am trying to be attentive, empathetic and compassionate. It seemed what is missing is honor and respect, honoring the other by allowing them to fully express themselves before I once again start thinking of myself.

I decided to try an experiment when I got home.  I decided to hold the image of honoring my wife while letting her explain to me what she had done and how her weekend went.  I decided not to try to do anything, just honor her.  When I got home, she spent a couple of hours telling me about her weekend; I spent a couple of hours just letting her talk about all that had gone on.  When she seemed satisfied that she had said what she wanted to say, I asked if she would be interested in hearing about my weekend – which she was.  I told her about the important things that had transpired and then we just talked for a bit.  It felt like all of the anger, jealousy and disrespect had melted away from her, and the guilt had gone from me.

I then got one of the shocks of my life. She said that I had just done one of the most romantic things that I had ever done for her!!!  Romantic? Wow, that was the last thing that I thought I was doing.  I thought I was just honoring her as an equal, a partner and a friend.  In fact, it immediately turned my entire understanding of the term “romantic” on its head.  I have always thought that being romantic was something I had to work at, but never had a clue about how to do it.  I would buy flowers, candy, take my lady friends to dinner and a show, all in the hopes of being “romantic.”  I was confused because none of these things seem to end up being “romantic.”  Fun – maybe.  Flattering – possibly.  Expensive – usually.  Romantic – never.  The romantic thing seems to be to honor a woman by letting her express herself, and then to respond to her, rather than to myself.  This seems simple enough, but I apparently missed the point for the past sixty or so years.

Since then I have been remembering to keep my mind in a place of honoring those that I am talking to, and find that it feels so much better.  It takes the work out of listening, letting me just enjoy them and respond in ways that are guided by them.   Of course, I still slip up now and then, finding myself back in my old habits – but I notice them and try to just relax and let it be.   

Should it be legal to plead guilty?

This morning I find myself mulling over the question of whether or not it should be legal for the judicial system to accept a plead of guilty as proof positive of guilt. Television “cop” programs often include a segment showing someone pleading guilty to a lessor charge to the original one as the path of least risk for the suspect, and least cost for the District Attorney (DA). The suspect “wins” because they don’t face the risk of losing their defense case with a much harsher punishment. They are faced with questions such as “is 5 years in prison better than the rest of my life?” – they have to make a decision about how likely it is to get convicted even though they are innocent. The State wins because they don’t have to spend the time and money associated with “proving” guilt. This is an apparent “win-win” for all involved – but is it? Is this actually a common event in “real life?” My understanding is that it is common, especially for people that do not have the resources to effectively mount a defense. Currently, about 95% of convictions are based upon guilty pleas, and almost 15% of the people who are exonerated pleaded guilty. What we don’t know is how many of the 95% that pleaded guilty were actually innocent, but the research indicates it is probably around 10% of those that pleaded guilty were actually innocent, and since almost all convictions are obtained by confessions, perhaps 10% of those in prisons are innocent. However, since very few are exonerated the actual percentages are unknown. What is known is that at least 10,000 innocent people are in prison at any given time.

Assuming that falsely pleading guilty in order to minimize the risk of a much more severe punishment happens, does this help, or harm, society? It seems pretty clear that when this happens justice has been knocked out of alignment in major ways. Obviously the original offense was either not true, or the reduced one after the plea bargain was false. The person either did the bad thing and “deserves” the punishment (assuming the punishments actually align with “justice”), or they didn’t. If they actually did the lessor thing, then the original charge was false. It appears that the introduction of the more severe charge was more along the lines of a threat, rather than an understanding that the charge was valid. My most generous interpretation of this is that the police (and DA) believe the suspect is guilty of the lessor charge, but want to avoid the high cost of actually “proving” it with objective evidence. Therefore, they make up a more severe change in the hopes that the suspect will confess to the crime that they actually committed – saving a great deal of time and money. However, it also has the obvious potential for incarcerating innocent people based upon their desire to reduce risks of a severe punishment rather than upon solid, objective evidence. This is clearly a problem based upon the numbers of people that get exonerated by organizations such as the Innocent Project that has helped about 400 innocent people get released from prison, many after spending decades in prison. These are usually high profile cases that were cleared because of DNA test results. How many “less important” cases exist that are based upon false confessions but no refutable exonerating evidence because the case never came to trial with no evidence to refute?

I wonder if we shouldn’t always require criminal cases be competently and completely tried. Maybe we should consider a person innocent until proven guilty. Perhaps confessions should be inadmissible as evidence – not only should everyone have a fifth amendment right to not be required to “be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself”, but no allowed to be a witness against himself. Every case should require evidence as “proof” of innocence under the assumption that everyone is innocent until proven guilty – and history shows that confessions are not necessarily proof, or true.

I don’t have good data concerning how prevalent this problem is in our justice system, but it is very clear that it isn’t unknown, or particularly rare. It seems to me that this is an important area to research to find out how big of a problem it actually is, and then find solutions (perhaps along the lines of my recommendation). It is unconscionable for innocent people to be convicted of a crime just because they are terrified by the possibility of being convicted of a much worse crime (that they also didn’t do) because of a lack in trust of the judicial system.

Lead Ammunition

This weekend I found myself in an interesting discussion concerning hunting. One of the topics that came up had to do with the new laws in California outlawing the use of lead in hunting ammunition.  The use of lead for hunting within the State of California was banned on July 1, 2019.   Recalling the great uproar over the law prior to its implementation, I was curious about the actual impacts of that change to the sport of hunting.  It is my understanding that many hunters stocked up on lead bullets and shells ahead of the new law to make sure they would have sufficient reserves to allow them to ignore the law. There was a great hullaballoo about ammunition no longer being available in California, rants about the laws impinging upon their second amendment rights, government taking away freedoms, and more. 

Being the curious type, I asked how the switch to non-toxic ammunition had impacted my friend’s hunting experiences.  His answers surprised me.  According to him, it is all good.  The ammunition is available, about the same price as lead ammunition, shots as well (or better) than lead with regard to distance, accuracy and “killing power.”  Not only that, but when it hits the target it is much less likely to splinter into pieces in the meat, and does much less damage to the meat so less is lost.  He was also much happier to know that he wasn’t poisoning his family or wildlife. 

So after the uproar about loss of ammunition, loss of 2nd amendment rights, loss of “freedom” – it appears to be a non-issue.  However, I also found out that the ban on lead ammunition does not extend to Colorado where he had gone hunting.  Because lead was not illegal there, he switched back to using lead ammunition – even though he had the non-toxic variety with him.  I didn’t get a reason why he did that, other than the vague idea that since it was legal to use he did.  Perhaps he was just trying to use up some of his stocks of lead ammunition.  I wonder, but didn’t ask, how many rounds he uses on a hunting trip to Colorado.   He didn’t get a deer, I assume meaning he didn’t shoot at one.  So maybe he didn’t use any.  Perhaps he missed a lot and shot a few rounds (perhaps up to 10?).  In any case, it doesn’t seem like the financial “savings” amounted to much. 

My guess is that something besides saving money, or a desire to negatively impact the environment, is in action here.  I am not sure what it is – but am curious.

During the same discussion the topic of camo gear came up as a topic.  I brought it up because I had just read a book that discussed the effectiveness of camo clothing to “hide” from deer.  The book said that because a deer’s eyes work in a slightly different part of the visual spectrum than human’s eyes, the “brightness” (and hence obviousness) of various colors is different from ours.  Apparently washing clothes in laundry detergent that has “whiteners” (whiter-than-white) does just that for deer.  To a deer, the clothes because “florescent” and appear to glow bright white even though they appear to be camouflaged to us.  Perhaps it doesn’t have exactly the intended function of “hiding” from the deer.  The book went on to point out that “safety orange” as in used in high visibility vests is almost invisible to deer.  They just see something close to dull black; it is far from the florescent orange that we perceive. 

The result is that safety orange is a much better choice because it is safer, and it is far less obvious to deer.  My friend said that he had heard about this previously, but still wears camo clothing because it is a “fashion” statement.  I wonder about that.  Is it simply a fashion statement, or is it more important than that?  Perhaps it is something closer to a “tribal” identification.  Maybe it is something closer to gang colors with the Bloods being red and the Crips being blue.  It feels like that to me.  When I am around a bunch of guys (or gals) wearing camo clothing it seems clear that they are “in the same group” and I am not because I don’t have that “code” on my clothes.  The use of clothing and accessories to self-identify as belong to a group (or tribe) is extremely common throughout human history.  It seems to be “wired” into how we interact with each other. 

If it is true that camo clothing is used as a marker/code identifier as belonging to a group or “tribe”, then it isn’t just a “fashion statement” – and it isn’t meaningless or insignificant.  I mentioned this to another hunter friend of mine and he chuckled about my thoughts on the topic.  He said he had been hunting, shooting, practicing and partying with a local group of hunters for several years when one day he decided to perform a little “experiment” concerning the importance of his clothing choice.  His experiment was to join the group at a local bar and grill that they frequented, but this time wearing “civilian” clothing (meaning no camo).  Almost immediately people in the group started to tease him about no longer being one of them.  That teasing continued and increased in intensity as the evening went along, verging upon hostile bullying (he felt like he was being attacked) – even though he normally considered them good friends and part of his “group”.  He finally became uncomfortable enough without wearing the “code” that he left. 

This sounds like a lot more than “a fashion statement,” it sounds more like a means to self-identify far more than merely being a “hunter” – it sounds like it shows alignment with an entire way of life and a view of the world.  I don’t consider this kind of self-identification to be good or bad, it just is – and I find that interesting.  It means that if I need to interact with someone wearing camo (perhaps pants, or maybe just a hat), I should be prepared for a specific point of view and a specific attitude about many topics ranging far beyond merely being a person that hunts to obtain meat for their family.  They are doing more than “shopping” – perhaps they are playing a much larger role. 

The Nature of Reality

The other morning I found myself in a conversation concerning the nature of reality – a nice tidy topic over a morning cup of coffee!

I took the position that we have no way of understanding the nature of reality because we have no direct access to it.  My thoughts on this are that our only contacts with “what is” are through our senses of sight, touch, smell, hearing and perhaps some others such as acceleration, detection of motion, etc.  Basically all of these begin with the activation of a nerve sensor of some sort.  Once the nerve has been activated it sends a signal along one or more nerves to the brain.  Once these electo-chemical signals reach our brain, they are “decoded” into something that we interpret as “realty”.  We don’t actually “perceive” an image of a tree; we “perceive” our brain’s creation of an experience.  Perhaps our reconstruction is accurate, perhaps it is not – we have no way of knowing. I am color blind, therefore I am pretty sure that I perceive the colors differently than others. 

I think of this process as providing the input for our brain to construct a “dream” of the world, and that dream is what we interpret as “reality.”  We literally dream the universe into existence.  Of course that doesn’t imply that there isn’t a “real” reality – it just means that we don’t have a way to access it directly. 

One of my friends in this conversation took a bit of offense at my point of view, apparently it didn’t sit so well that I perhaps think that I am not only the center of the universe, but that I somehow “create” it.  He insisted that he was positive that I was not “creating” him because he knew who he was and he is real and separate from me.  He is himself and not a creation of my imagination.

His assertion made me chuckle because it reminded me of a number of “lucid” dreams that I have had over the years.  There was a period of time a few years ago where I had extremely “real” lucid dreams on a regular basis.  These dreams were always located in the same house, with the same group of people, being taught by a lady that professed to be a shaman.  I knew the people in the group in my waking life, but have no idea who the leader might have been – she was just a dream to me.  These dreams were indistinguishable from real “reality” – almost.  I found early on that if I looked at my hands I could easily determine that they were dreams, not a real “reality.”  The distinguishing features of my hands in dreams are that I have five fingers, and a thumb!  If I get confused, I can always look at my hands and determine if I am dreaming or awake.  Other than that, the room was full of normal things, normal colors, normal smells and normal sounds.  Things were solid, stable, and didn’t change into weird things that would give it away. The meetings would go on for hours.

One of the common points of discussion during these dreams was exactly the same as my friend made the other morning.  The people in my dream would argue that I must be mistaken, it couldn’t be a dream because they were feeling things, they had their own point of view.  They insisted that they had their own “personal reality.”  Of course, from my point of view they did not have a separate existence.  I had no means of experiencing what they were experiencing from their point of view, just as I can’t experience my friend’s experiences except from my point of view as an outsider.   So yes, he was certain that he was real and I wasn’t creating him, but that actually didn’t explain much – my dream friends expressed the exact same arguments.

My understanding of how we come to know reality leaves a bit to be desired.  What makes it much worse is that not only is this a rather untenable point of view, but I (and all of us) have many experiences indicating that it isn’t just a philosophical point of view, it is how things work.  One humorous example that I recall was one day driving over some nearby mountains to visit my parents.  I was driving in a stretch of highway that allowed me to just kind of sit back and enjoy the ride.  At one point I was driving past a large billboard that had some kind of bold message (I don’t recall the words) that were big, bold and clear.  I didn’t pay much attention, but quickly realized that the words made absolutely no sense in the context of the graphics – so I looked again, but upon a second look the words had changed to different words that did make sense.  I didn’t misread the words, I SAW different words the first time.  Another example of a similar, and frustrating, experience was when I accompanied a good friend on a bird census expedition into the depths of the Australian “outback.”  We spent weeks traveling around the center of Australia while he identified and counted birds.  We would often be in a wooded area where he would see and count hundreds of birds.  I never was able to see any of them – I just didn’t know how to spot them, or perhaps the internal filters in my brain weren’t tuned to picking out what were clearly obvious parts of reality to him, but were missing from my observations.  I usually couldn’t find them even when he attempted to point them out to me. 

We all have experiences of “seeing” things that aren’t there, or not seeing things that are.  So which is it?  Are those things actually there or not?  Is there any way of knowing for certain one way or the other?  I think not.

However, that doesn’t mean that I discount the reality of reality – I think it is there, I think things are there, I think the universe exists – I just am not certain about what I think I know.  Obviously other animals experience things that I can’t experience, and I am pretty sure that we experience things that they can’t experience (such as the meaning of words). 

Because of the existence of “brain filters” I am pretty sure that my experience of reality is not the same as your experience of it, even if we are standing side-by-side apparently exposed to the same things.  Not only do we “notice” different things, we actually see different things.  More importantly we assign different meanings and emotions to them.  We imbue the things within our experience with meanings and emotions that were created long ago in our upbringing, or possibly without our genetics.  I cannot know your world, and you can’t know mine in more fundamental and important ways than we usually accept.  It is not only difficult to walk in another person’s shoes – it is impossible to do so.   We all experience a different and unique existence.  In many ways we are fundamentally alone.

The understanding of the aloneness that we live in can be rather spooky and distressing, or it can be liberating.  We no longer have to worry that we are different (of course we are, there is no other possibility), or don’t have to judge others and ourselves nearly so harshly.  After all, how can we really judge something that we can’t know or understand?  We can observe, we can try to give them (and ourselves) some slack, we can even know that some behaviors just plain don’t work in Society, but we might be a little more lenient about judging others based upon what we would do if we were in their shoes.  We have no idea about the shoes they are wearing, and it is very likely that we would do the same.  Our realities are just different, that is all.

The bottom line is that it doesn’t seem like we have a way to know what the “real” reality is, we just have to work with what we get and make the most of it.  I personally like to assume that what I experience is “real”, that I am not missing anything too important, and go on about my business as if I know better. I don’t know what else to do, but I do know that maybe I shouldn’t be quite so certain that I know all that is important to know and do not be so quite to come to judgement, either for myself or others.  It is all an assumption, and assumptions can be wrong – they are just tentative working hypotheses that all me to move along.  

And this inability to know what is real extends beyond merely our inability to match our vision with what it in front of us.  My education is in physics.  Talk about a fundamental mismatch between what is seemingly possible and what IS – and not just at the teeny tiny realm of fundamental particles.  The inability to know what is “real” extends to all levels of the universe, from the worlds of zero dimensions and zero mass to the entire universe (and beyond, if there is a beyond) and everything in between. We just don’t know, but we have to make working assumptions.  I think it is important to realize that they are just assumptions, not anything real.

Glascow Climate Change Conference

The fact that countries have come together once again to discuss actions to avoid the worst outcomes of the forecast global climate fueled disaster(s) is heartening, especially now that the USA has re-engaged with the discussions.  However, from what I observe, it appears that the attendees of the Glasgow Climate Change Conference are talking about agreeing to actions that are “too little, too late.”  Clearly, something is better than nothing, but in many ways we are still at the starting gate agreed upon during the 2015 Paris Climate Conference. 

It appears to me that while many things have been changing concerning how we power our economy, it isn’t clear that those changes are necessarily in the directions required to moderate the problem of too much greenhouse gas in the atmosphere.  For example, there has been a global boom in the construction of giant wind turbines to make electricity under the fiction that they are somehow “green,” renewable, sustainable, and affordable – and reduce the production of greenhouses gases while reducing our dependency upon fossil fuels.  The reality is that when the entire energy production system is included in the equations wind turbines require the use of as much (or more) fossil fuel derived energy to power them as they make.  The reason for this seemingly contradictory result is that natural gas “peaker” power plants are required to balance the variable production of electricity with the loads, and these power plants use as much energy on average as the wind turbines produce.  In addition, there are currently no viable ways to re-use or recycle the materials of construction of the turbines, not to mention the problem that the turbines are affordable without massive government funded subsidies.  The same levels of carbon dioxide production per kW of electricity can be achieved by using high performance natural gas fired powerplants without the wind turbines that is achieved with them.  The rows and rows of giant turbines look impressive, make impressive amounts of electricity at the site of the turbines, but don’t do much of anything when the “big picture” of the entire grid is included. 

All of the new electric vehicles are going to result in similar problems unless fundamental changes are made to the overall use and production of electricity.  Adding a vastly increase demand on the electric grid will require vastly increased production of electricity – and there currently are not enough low carbon power sources available.  In the United States, most of the affordable sources of hydroelectric power are already in use.  There are few locations for new dams, new hydroelectric power plants, or other sources of hydroelectric power.  Making electricity from oceans waves is an interesting novelty, but not likely to produce significant power any time soon.  Biofuel is a disaster if it requires cutting down forests and existing methods of sequestration of CO2 (which is the current situation).  Truly “green” sources of biofuel powered electrical generators from landfills and similar “small” producers won’t nearly be enough to pick up the difference.  Nuclear power is going to continue to be a significant resource for the next couple of decades, but it is extremely expensive, comes with major environmental and safety risks, and takes decades to come on line.  Fusion power remains in the distant future (if at all).  Basically, we don’t have anything near the required new electrical generation capacity to power the envisioned switch from gasoline and diesel to electricity.  Using our current approach, the “electrical future” will be powered by fossil fuels and other sources of greenhouse gas for the foreseeable future.

The discussions happening at Glasgow that I have heard about are focused on how to switch more of our use from directly being powered by fossil fuels (engines, heaters, stoves, furnaces, etc) to being powered by an equivalent amount of electricity – as if this new supply of electricity is just going to come, as if by magic, without requiring either an increase in fossil fuel use or a decrease in CO2 sequestration.  As far as I understand the problem, that is all a pipe dream.  The unstated goal is to keep the energy market as big and profitable as it currently is (hopefully, expanding the profits for the energy moguls) – the proposed changes impact the methods for delivering energy, not how much is used.

I see very little hope in achieving the goals of reducing atmospheric concentrations of greenhouse gas without also massively reducing the amount of energy required to do the things that need to be done.  For example, in the United States (and other “first world” countries), the amount of energy required to condition the space within buildings, especially homes, can be reduced to less than ¼ of the current levels by making a few, simple, inexpensive changes that pay for themselves in savings from reduced up-front installation costs.  Add a small amount of solar and as if by “magic” that home no longer requires power from the grid or natural gas from the pipeline.  Of course that also means that the energy companies no longer sell energy to that customer – a major sticking point with implementing these solutions throughout the market.  In California this approach has the potential for reducing the overall energy use of the State by about 30%, for “free.”  Add to that potential massive increases in efficiency of automobiles from the current average of about 25 mpg to something closer to 100 mpg and another 30% or so the energy use is no longer used.  Change our current 10 watt per 750 lumen lights to 1 watt per 750 lumen lights is ten-fold decrease in power used for lighting.  (Lights that have this kind of efficiency, at a retail price of less than a dollar have been developed, but not put into the market place yet).  Replacing swimming pool pumps with properly sized and designed pumps can reduce the cost of energy to circulate water to ¼ the current energy requirements – saving approximately $100/month in electric bills for a typically home sized swimming pool. 

The point is that there are thousands and thousands of “low hanging fruit” opportunities to massively cut energy requirements at costs that are either the same as current costs, or so low as to be paid back in energy savings on the order of 3 or 4 years.  Once efficiencies have been improved, then the need for energy will go down, with the result that our existing “zero emissions” sources of energy (i.e., hydroelectric, existing nuclear power plants, sustainable bio-fuels, roof-top solar) are sufficient to power most of the remaining loads.  Instead of building new power producing devices, we can turn off many (or all) of the existing fossil fuel power plants.  The solution isn’t in making more fancier, higher priced, power plants – it is in reducing the amount of energy required to do the things that need to be done. Because reducing the sales of power is not in the interest of large power producers, the government will need to help through subsides, low interest loans, research into new ways to get the outcomes that we need by using less energy.  The energy grids won’t be left of out the picture because they will still be needed to provide the zero emissions energy; as well as for balancing and managing the grid current and voltage – most of the services that the currently provide.  Focusing on energy efficiency has the potential for being a relatively quick and affordable means for reducing the use of power that increases the greenhouse gas concentrations in the atmosphere, with the added benefit of vastly reducing air pollution and the on-going disaster being caused by the acidification of the oceans.   

Why is Money Bubbling Up rather than Trickling Down?

During the past few years we have been experiencing an ever accelerating trend for money to bubble up from low and middle income people to a few rich folks, leaving those on the bottom and middle in an ever tightening bind. The number of billionaires has increased from 423 in 1996 to 2755 in 2021. (Statistics) Billionaires now own 12% of the GWP (gross world product). That is a staggering amount of wealth held by a vanishing small number of individuals – and the problem is rapidly growing. This situation is clearly unhealthy for the economy, or the individuals whose wealth is bubbling up away from them. The obvious questions are 1) “How can this be happening?” and 2) “What can be done to stop it?”

I don’t claim to have a final answer to these questions, but I have a few observations that might take a small step toward clarifying some of the issues involved. A caveat is appropriate for this discussion: The examples that I am using as the basis of this discussion are not accurate for any specific business or situation, they are presented illustrative purposes only. I believe they are close to the “average” values, but since there is such a wide variation between situations there are no “right” answers. I am using the numbers to illustrate some points, not provide dependable statistics.

I found myself pondering the situation for traditional hardware stores. Image a locally owned and operated “mom and pop” hardware store such as an ACE or True Value hardware store. Most of these stores are locally owned even though they have a “national” name resulting from them belonging to what amounts to a “buyer’s club”. For example, most ACE stores are locally owned, but belong to a COOP that provides many services (for a fee), including bulk purchasing capabilities. The owner of the individual store owns the land, the building, the merchandise and pays for all services including staffing. In order to cover all of their costs they have to mark-up their merchandise by an average of about 200% (they call it 50% – but in any case the cost to the customer is about twice what they pay for the item). The exact markup varies by department, local competition, and other things – but the average is close to that. After all of their expenses are paid, they hope to make a “profit” that is greater than what they could get it they invested their money some other way. The profit margin varies greatly between individual stores – for the sake of argument I am going to assume a 5% “profit” (a moderately profitable store) based upon the value of their gross sales. So if they do a million dollars in business a year, they will get a profit of around $50,000 (this is after paying all expenses, including the owner’s wages or salary).

This relatively thin profit margin puts strict limits upon the range of the markup. In my example, $1,000,000 in gross sales means that they purchased $500,000 of merchandise (wholesale price), cost of sales was $450,000 and “profit” was $50,000. However, if they could only mark up their cost by 180%, things become very different. In that situation an item that they bought for $1.00 would be sold for $1.80, resulting in a “discount” to the customer of 10%. The result is that instead of a gross of $1,000,000 for a given basket of goods, they only get $900,000. The cost of sales is still $450,000 and cost of goods is still $500,000 but they only receive $900,000 for their efforts – a negative $50,000 profit! Oops, it is no longer such a great opportunity to be in the hardware business. While a 10% discount seems like a small amount, it is the difference between a healthy profit of $50,000 and a disastrous loss of $50,000.

The point is that if competition drives the market price down by 10% the hardware store either must close, or must drastically reduce their cost of doing business. Since they have already had a few decades of extremely thin profit margins, they are faced with some daunting choices. Generally they don’t have the ability to respond to competition that forces a small decrease in prices.

Now I want to consider what happens with the introduction of companies such as Amazon, a direct competitor for many of the products stocked by hardware stores. These new businesses operate with a very different business model. They have vastly reduced costs for sales because of their reduced labor cost as a percentage of product cost, and skip one or two “middlemen” in the supply chain so that their initial costs are much lower. For the original example “basket of goods”, instead of paying $500,000 for the goods, they pay probably pay $300,000 or less. Instead of paying $400,000 as the cost of sales, it is probably pay less than $200,000. They also operate much closer to a “just in time” supply chain so they don’t have to invest nearly as much in maintaining stock on the shelves. These values are just guesses, but are probably conservative in the sense that actually differences are likely even greater that my assumptions.

Assuming my numbers are approximately correct, this means that their “break even” retail price for that basket of goods is $500,000 – which is $400,000 less than the breakeven point for the local store. The “Amazon” model now has a choice – they could add enough to make a 10% profit – selling the merchandise for approximately $550,000 (55% of what the local store has to charge to stay in business), or they can aim their price point to what the market will bare, just enough to out-compete the local stores – perhaps 10% below the local price. When they do that, their profit becomes 40% rather than 10%, and the local store’s profits become zero. The result is obvious, profits skyrocket for the Amazon style businesses, and the local stores go out of business.

The net result of this is that local money, money that is used to keep the local community solvent and functional, bubbles up to some distant location. Local jobs dry up, local entrepreneurs go broke, and the money used to purchase goods enriches those that own these new businesses. Perhaps 1/10 as many people are required to service these sales, no local taxes are paid for the services or property, and the local community takes the hit. Even though the individual purchaser gets a slightly better deal, their money joins an ever growing river of money/wealth flowing upward. It is not a trickle – it is a torrent.

For the past 20 or 30 years, the target for “what the market will bare” is balancing on the edge of bankrupting local businesses. They keep trying to cut costs, keep trying to find ways to reduce labor costs (paying people less or offering less benefits), purchasing cheaper goods, etc. But are fighting a losing battle.

The big companies know that if they drop their prices much more, that will crash the retail sector of the economy, and that in turn will result in far fewer people having sufficient money to purchase what the large companies want to sell. Therefore, they cannot drop their prices. It is a little like when Henry Ford realized in order to be successful he had to pay his workers enough so that they could purchase is automobiles – otherwise nobody could buy his products. The large “internet” companies could increase their costs by increasing wages and benefits, but the business imperative is always to only pay what the market will bare – always keep costs as low as possible. No business is willing to pay more than someone is willing to take. That is the supposed “secret sauce” of the capitalist system. Supply and demand will even out all things. However, it is apparent that is a logical fallacy – it cannot, and does not, work to the benefit of all. It works very well for those in control of the supply. However, the prices cannot fall below the threshold that would cause the economy to crash, therefore the prices remain where they are – and profits go “through the roof”, creating the new and ever growing population of billionaires (according to the latest news, it is now trillionaires). Given the current situation, billionaires have no choice but to keep accumulating vast amounts of wealth. If they cut their profits they bankrupt too many local businesses, so in order to be “good citizens” they have to keep their prices high – forcing them to have huge profits. Huge profits mean that the value of their stock goes up, adding yet another multiplier to the rate that they accumulate wealth.

I see only one solution to this problem if we are to remain a viable capitalistic economy – vastly increased taxation for the wealthy. Instead of letting the increased profits flow to the corporations (and thus the wealthy owners), the money needs to be returned to the society, workers and local communities impacted by this diversion of funds. As a minimum we might consider returning to the “good old days” of the 1950’s were the maximum income taxation rates were near 90%. That resulted in a blossoming of the economy with money available to build a new national freeway system, new hospitals, good pay to teachers, free (or nearly free) college educations, a vastly improved overall health care system, a functioning postal service, functioning social security system and many other benefits. All the spending on infrastructure, health care, education and other things made good paying jobs available so that families with one wage earner could afford to own their home, take vacations, and have a secure retirement.

A 90% income tax at the highest levels has little, or no, impact on the lives of those paying those rates. The incomes are vastly greater than there is an conceivable way to spend the money. The only significant spending they can accomplish is through investments, which in-turn make more money, they don’t “cost” anything. They represent investments, not spending. As it stands, even charitable donations turn into profitable activities because of our broken tax system. Large corporate donors give unappreciated securities (stocks and bonds) to foundations that they control. There is a “step up” in value at the point of the donation, so that securities that were purchased at a small value but now have a high market value are donated, resulting in a large tax deduction based on the higher value without even having to pay capital gains taxes. For example, if they give stocks that cost them $1 but have appreciated to be worth $100, they claim a $100 donation. If they are in the 50% tax bracket (which most are) that creates a net income of $49.50 for their “donation” (they pay $49.50 less in income taxes). Since they are often on the board of directors of the foundation, they manage the foundation in ways that don’t require the sales of those stocks to do the charitable work(they use the income of the securities rather than the principle) – meaning that their ownership is never diluted. They keep control of their business. These donations are profit centers – they are not “gifts”. It would be much better to eliminate these types of charitable donations, and increase taxation so that they government could actually use the money to do the great things that are intended. Personally, I am of the opinion that all tax credits for donations to charitable organization should be eliminated. Why should I, as a tax payer, help fund charitable causes that you feel are important? If you fell they are important, that’s great – donate, but don’t make me support your donation.

A major problem with “income tax” on the wealthy is in determining what that means. The “normal” definition limits it to something like wages or salaries. It basically means money received for doing something (working, investing, retiring, selling things, etc). However, that clearly isn’t a definition that is particularly useful for the problem at hand. The problem is that this definition means that in order to be considered “income” it needs to be associated with receiving money. That leaves almost all means of increasing “wealth” out of the equation. For example, my house is being more valuable over time, but since I haven’t sold it there is no income. My wealth increases, but no money exchanges has, hence there is no “income” and no tax. I have become wealthier, but do so without paying any taxes until such time as I sell the property. When I sell the property then it becomes “income” (unless I use that income to purchase another house) except not income subject to income tax, it because a capital gain that has a much lower tax rate (20% instead of 50% for high income people). However, wealthy people seldom sell their properties, therefore they seldom convert their increased wealth into “income” or “gains” – avoiding all taxes. In most cases, wealthy people only have to convert as much “wealth” into “income” as is necessary to cover their living expenses. Billionaires seldom never convert this vast fortunes into income or capital gains and therefore don’t pay tax on their increased net worth. Even when they do “spend” money on things those things are often “investments” and therefore do not require converting investments to income.

Of course, if taxes are increased this means that you have to trust the government to do the right things with that money . We know the corporations won’t, they will do what is in the best interests of their shareholders (that is their legal fiduciary responsibility). However, we seem to have lost so much trust in the government that we don’t want to let them control the flow of money. I believe this lack of trust is because the government is being controlled by “big money” to make choices in favor of big money, instead of society. That is certainly a problem, one that needs to be fixed if we are ever going to move past the current situation of spiraling down into an apparently nasty future. The solution to the ever widening income discrepancy, and rapid decrease in our standard of living is fairly clear, but the problem of managing how government uses the increased taxes is far from clear. We don’t seem to have an agreed upon vision for what needs to be fixed.