The Way We Are Chapter Sampler
The Way We Are Chapter Sampler
The Way We Are Chapter Sampler
Fake wisdom
In the Age of Opinion, you can say whatever you like and
expect to be taken seriously, as long as you assert your
opinion confidently enough and no one in the room has any
actual evidence to the contrary. (‘As everyone knows . . .’
or ‘I recently read something . . .’ are favourite rhetorical
devices.) In the Age of Opinion, weirdly, there’s a suspicion
of experts who might actually know what they’re talking
about—‘Why should their opinion carry more weight than
mine?’—especially when the internet can provide ‘evidence’
for practically anything.
If you know where to look, you’ll find support for whatever
crazy theory you might want to propose—though, given the
number of conspiracy theories being floated every day, even
the word ‘theory’ has a bit too much gravitas to be appropri-
ate. There’s also a plethora of ‘research’ available in the mass
media and on the internet—some of it rigorous and reliable,
some of it decidedly flaky—so you can usually back up an
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To say that our values are not distinctively our own is not to
denigrate them. On the contrary, we should draw comfort
and even inspiration from knowing that our culture has so
much in common with others, that our foundational values
are shared with like-minded societies around the world, and
that our spirituality taps into universal themes.
‘Aussie values’ are distinctive is not only fake wisdom.
Clinging to the idea of Australian exceptionalism might
actually weaken us by blinding us to the larger truth about
the common humanity we share with people of every colour,
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From our earliest years, it’s the strange, the new, the
surprising—the discrepancies and uncertainties—that most
intrigue us and have the biggest effect on the development of
our personality. And throughout our lives, it’s the unusual
events, both pleasant and unpleasant, that we tend to remember
most vividly. We note exceptions. We focus on the unusual.
We’re intrigued by the unexpected.
And we often exaggerate our account of things to make
them sound more exciting or dramatic or unusual than they
were. The car crash we nearly had; the bout of flu that nearly
put us in hospital; the storm that nearly wiped out our street.
Traumatic events in our lives are often recounted with a kind
of relish—as if we can’t tell the story often enough, because
it’s a reminder that something was happening to us. In a
sense, we felt more fully alive because we were dealing with
a challenge.
No one welcomes disasters—fires, floods, droughts,
pandemics, depressions, wars—yet the almost universal
human response to crises and catastrophes is that they bring
out the best in us; they remind us of what it means to be
human. We don’t need to be told to be kind to each other
when the going gets tough; we are naturally kind. We don’t
need to be told to make personal sacrifices for the common
good when a fire or flood has swept through our town;
we just do it.
Here’s an extreme case: I recently met a retired American
academic who had worked in London in the early 1950s.
He told me he was initially shocked, and then intrigued, by
the number of Londoners who said to him, ‘You know, we
really miss the war.’ When he looked incredulous, they added,
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‘Oh, of course we don’t miss the bombs, the death, the destruc-
tion, the terror of it. What we miss is the solidarity.’
Even the worst cases of instability have their positive
side: they shake us from the complacency that stability can
induce. If we were slipping into a self-absorbed state, more
concerned with our own comfort and pleasure than the
needs of our neighbours, a crisis would soon knock that out
of us.
Perhaps we were ill-equipped to cope with the demands
made on us by the COVID epidemic—lockdowns, masks,
keeping our distance from each other, working from home,
home-schooling the kids, abandoning travel plans—because
life had been too stable in the lead-up to the pandemic.
Twenty-eight years of uninterrupted economic growth, and
the assurance that it would continue, may have lulled us into a
self-absorbed torpor. Perhaps that’s why our patience ran thin
so quickly; perhaps that’s why some people protested at the
need for any sacrifice—even the ‘sacrifice’ of having to receive
a potentially life-saving vaccination.
My parents’ generation, by contrast, had lived through
World War I, the Spanish flu, the Great Depression and World
War II. Members of their generation often looked back and
were grateful for hardships and privations that had clarified
their values and ordered their priorities: ‘It was the making
of us.’ They had no experience of sustained stability, nor any
reason to expect it.
I still love this passage from P.G. Wodehouse’s Summer
Lightning, the gentle irony disguising a serious truth about us
all—that we are only made strong by having to deal with the
vicissitudes of life:
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