The Cashew and the Cage
I did not set out to indict anyone. I set out only to notice something: that most of us consume, defend, and repeat what we have not verified, and that the few who pause to verify are often made to regret the pause. I used to think this was a flaw in people, a shortage of will, a poverty of thought. It is easier, and more comfortable, to believe that. It lets the system off the hook and puts the failure inside the individual, where it can be privately mourned instead of publicly questioned. But the longer I sat with it, the less it looked like a personal failing and the more it looked like a design, not designed by a hand, but by time, and by whatever survives time. Consider the tree. You plant a cashew and you do not know what it will become. It may rise before it spreads, or spread before it rises. It may stay low and wide, hugging the ground it was given. What it becomes is not chosen so much as negotiated, with soil, with light, with whatever else was already growing nearby. Instit...