Sometimes I despair.
As a species we have either been granted or through genetic lottery developed something that as far as we know has never occurred in the 13 something billion year existence of the universe or out there in the unfathomably large cosmos – rationality. We can think, reason, remember and imagine; we know how to solve problems. Not just solve problems, but know the process of cause and effect, and can pass on knowledge to other people.
These qualities (until we find evidence of intelligent extra terrestrial life) are unbelievably, unimaginably rare and are the essence of humanity. We are sh*tty fighters, not particularly good runners and ill-suited to our climates. We process food poorly, our eyesight sucks, and we seem particularly vulnerable to pests and disease. We begin to die after three days without water. Our minds are what are important – the thing that makes us special in a way that is impossible to fully explain.
And we still clash over education.
It is said that if you could transport a person from medieval times to our modern era, they would hardly be able to conceive of the changes in human existence, but that if you took him/her into a classroom they would see almost exactly what they knew from his/her medieval life – an adult scratching stuff on a slate in front of a group of youths. We found a way to fly people to the Costa Del Sol, but we can't improve on a guy in front of a group of kids scratching sh*t on a piece of slate – like a caveman drawing a horse in a cavern by torchlight. Why do we think so little of ourselves?
Outside of faster than light travel, massive asteroid collision, the sun burning out and perhaps immortality, there are no problems we can't easily solve within a short time frame. We can have cold fusion if we want it – and given the nature of the relationship between matter and energy, unlimited power could be ours, removing all manner of scarcity. We can do that.
But instead we argue about whether a kid should go to university. About catchment areas and school uniform policy and whether a teacher should get a little raise.
We are all Supermen...Titans...Angels...and we choose to crawl in the mud.