Please read, really. Hopefully it'll make you think, like I did while getting it out.

THE SIX TENETS, WHAT WE LOSE AND MY FEARS

The world is always changing, and as humans, we do not like change. No matter what anyone says, it is deeply rooted in our subconscious being that if we're onto a good thing, we feel cosy and comfortable, and wish to stay within our bubble. Lovers return to their poor partners, we continue in our jobs even though we don't like it, children enter our carefully (or not very carefully) planned existences, and we return to the same restaurants that serve the foods we like. If something disrupts our status quo, we begin to fear, hate, and resent the world around us that has suddenly shifted.
Unfortunately (fortunately?) we as humans also love to think. We mull on the past, we love to dream and plan for the future. We look for ways to streamline our lives, and we can never be satiated in our quest for knowledge. We have created gods, religions and dogma's that try to justify our existence, we try to make time by rushing through everything we take our time to do. We are a race that is rooted by our desire to be content, but pushed to move by our hunger to be more.

Time is not very friendly to either side of our human state. On our thinking side, we are hampered by the onset of death, and age. Our frail bodies and minds must take tiny steps in great bounds as we grow, and we must learn to want to learn. We are taught basics, and our lust to think forces us to want to know, and we grow. As we grow, our bodies reach their apex, and begin their descent from the heights of the mortal coil. During this rollercoaster ride between life and death we learn, we love, we think and we forget- moreso as time passes by. As we reach the end, it becomes clear that choices we have made and the life we have lived is our own, and will pass with ourselves into the ether, and our knowledge will vanish along with it. So our human scramble to be remembered, to know everything is ultimately a tragedy, but life would not be known as life without death. So we create, we live, and we struggle with and against everything that makes us who we are. We fight old age and disease, we rush about in our mid-life trying to find something that makes us matter. Although it is inevitably moot, it is our god-given right to want to be. So we push our world's forward, along with ourselves. We pass through the ages that change, and we are passed ourselves by the children we have created to follow on our names, and who take our world into places we can't even imagine. The father is surpassed by the son in the world the father has shaped, and he cannot understand any longer.
On the other side of us, the deeply rooted need to feel content is silently waging its war. We rush forward, aware and fearing our own inevitable ends, but deep inside us is the universal anchor calling us to sit, stay, be content. We want so much to push forward, but the part that dislikes change forces us to reevaluate ourselves and become confused. Ultimately, as we can see around us, this other side is almost always overrun by our fear, but why do we still feel the longing for home, the need for peace? It is this conflict between our two sides that makes us who we are. It is conflict that makes us alive.

The six tenets are our basic building blocks for anything we do to push our landscape forward. Everyone knows them, uses them in everything, even if they're not fully aware the tenets are being incorporated.

WHO WHAT WHY WHERE WHEN HOW

This is what pushes us to move forward, at every stage of our lives. It is how scientists find a new facet of the human genome, it is why astronomers search the stars. It is why children climb a tree, and it is why teenagers send millions of text messages to each other at all hours. We are a breed that wants to know everything.
We force our world to shift to our desires. We found electricity, and immediately put it to use, discovering countless applications to make our life easier. But it has not stopped there. Look around you, everything in the room or venue around you as you read this was made by human hands. The keyboard, the parts in the keyboard, the carpet, the cement, the speakers, the individual parts of the speakers, your shirt, the label on the shirt, the colours for the label, the thread for the colours, the machine that made the thread. Once you begin to explore, it becomes endless, and overwhelming. Bring someone from 500 years ago into right now, where you're sitting/standing, and they would most likely explode, or have a heart attack, or become violently confused; either way they would die. We create, and we streamline, and we push our boundaries forward. We love to make things that we have to do quicker, so we can save time and work on more things to make our other tasks quicker.
As this landscape changes by our hand, that other little desire begins to make itself known. Instead of wanting to create, we become puzzled with the world around us, and cannot comprehend, understand or utilize the new methods and inventions that have been created by our progeny. Sure, it has become easier and quicker to do X with X, but we never did it that way. We do not trust that new method, it is too big for our contented minds to understand. The old method worked, and was quite quick, lets not go too far. But we do. We must always push forward.
We are quick to dismiss our elder's inability to grasp the new as simply “old age” when it is nothing but. Our world moves forward at such a rapid pace and our bodies fall apart in the same stride that it forces us to consider what life really means, what makes it true. As we continue down our tread of life I can only imagine that it is not the advancement of technology that becomes priority, but life and death itself, and the moments between.

The technology I see around me today is astounding. I am only 22 and already I have seen vast changes in the technological landscape that could only have been dreamed of in years previous. The leaps and strides taken in so many areas does make me feel fear, but the thing I fear most is the loss of identity, and what makes us alive.
I recently discovered a feeling inside me that I can only attribute to age, for want of a much better word. I found out that I had literally no desire to be part of the new digital revolution, that this new wave of instant information access and constant monitoring of our lives did not interest me. I care not for posting my life on a blog or an update site, and I don't care what everyone else has to say either. It is not to say that I don't want to know how other people are doing, or that I want them to know how I'm doing, it is just that letting everyone know where I am, what I'm doing, who I'm with or why I'm doing something, at all times, seems very daunting, and quite frankly fearsome to me. And I cannot understand why I would want to know the same of everyone else who is deep in my life (or even some who I barely even know or remember).
What scares me the most is how important others find these things to be.
I worry about our overload of information. The six tenets are what we need to survive, to grow. The ability to pluck the answer we need almost instantaneously scares me deeply. I believe as creatures of thought we need to have time to reflect, to question, to think, to get it wrong. And this ease we now have drops the answer in our laps, without even considering the question. We can regurgitate information, without even wondering about the why, the how. We now only have passing interests, not lifelong wonderments. I worry that my child will be taciturn in her learning, because it will no longer be learning, simply knowing.
It seems our new age wants to be connected via these services now available to us, and I can see it as another new step towards the next age, and our children will lead us, the father and mothers, into it.
I am having incredible difficulties comprehending, understanding and utilizing these new services available to us. I have tried blogging and posting on facebook, but I just cannot seem to grasp why I should do it. And when I step outside of myself and ask “how does everyone else feel?” I see all the new generation taking to it like I did to my first apple macintosh. And I don't understand. I truly cannot understand.
I honestly feel that I am beginning to truly understand why my mother and father cannot understand and retain the simple tasks that I perform on my computer without thinking, and I'm beginning to understand why my grandfather doesn't need a mobile phone that's at MOST a couple of years old, because it won't have a text function. I'm beginning to feel like I am scratching the surface, barely, of what it means to be alive.