HUMAN BONDING BENT BUT NOT BROKEN

If you over-analyze how life on earth works it comes down to one thing: human bonding.

Call it trust, call it faith, because those are the ingredients.

As humans we are bound by trust and faith in the recipe for human bonding.

Take your car for instance:

It’s a piece of technology that began with the desire to go from one place to another faster than a bike, a horse, or walking.

Why did I include a bicycle? I did it for you, dear reader. Bike mechanics are responsible for our most advanced transportation. (The Wright Brothers were bike guys.)

You couldn’t build a bike or car from scratch, but some have tried. Buying the parts and putting them together, yes. From nothing? No.

So we buy a car with trust and faith that it won’t fall apart and kill us on the freeway, that the brakes won’t fail at a railroad crossing with a train coming; a car with zip and pizzazz like a Toyota Camry.

They’ve got a good record, but I’ve never owned one. If I did there would be some human bonding happening between us just like every car a boomer has owned since Nellybelle raced around Roy Rogers.

Why?

Trust And Faith In Your Community

I’m here tapping it out on my Apple MacBook with no plans for travel to thank the person who made it for me.

But I do send a message of love and faith, and trust, every time I turn it on.

The feeling of a dead computer is nauseating, maybe a little urp-up moment. “Whaaat- ahhhk.”

Thanks to my fellow humans I’m online and rolling.

However, not everyone takes their online time the same way.

Me? This is enough right here. Others?

Too many people take a predatory view online, and an equally too many give them the sort of trust and faith you give an airplane pilot.

The pilot is a licensed pro; the online dealer is a grab and go. Even reputable sites have a slippery feel.

Your interaction, everyone’s interaction, is based on our trust and faith.

Give my credit card number? Okay. My driver’s license and social security? Not so ready on that ask.

Who doesn’t hope they’re under the umbrella of shared human bonding with online banking and paying taxes with eCheck.

Hoping For The Best Results

Stretch with me here a moment while I connect the airline pilot to average Joe.

I hope the pilot doesn’t kill me. If you’ve been up in the air long enough to see a sun rise you know the feeling.

Somehow the pilot, along with every tool and machine operator when the plane was built as well as those who developed the fuel, makes the landing.

With covid I have the same hope for average Joe as I do that pilot.

Don’t kill me.

Wear a mask.

Get vaccinated.

First the pilot: In spite of Catch Me If You Can, a commercial airliner is more than plugging in coordinates and letting computers do the work.

No one in their thrift store captain’s suit climbs in and flies everyone to Barcelona, just like no one goes from Piper Cub to Airbus.

Those guys go through ground school, air school, and I hope every school they need twice to keep from killing me before my time.

All Average Joe needs to is get vaccinated and wear a mask.

Which threat to my human bonding is greater, the qualified pilot or the independent thinker?

Love Is The Biggest Bond In Human Bonding

This is true. Fight me.

As a species we like to see our fellow man doing well. It’s what we like to think in spite of watching George Floyd die under the cop’s knee while surrounded by other policemen.

Too often the bond does break. At least that’s how it feels under the constant reminders to send prayers, send money, spend time, and save the world while you can.

We like to see our fellow man in their normal environment whether Paris, London, or North Bend; in the desert, at sea, or in the mountains; in the Amazon basin, the Northwest woods, or the concrete jungle.

If we’re living a just and decent life within the environment of our choice, why not others?

Another word for human bonding is social contract, or the rules we agree to live under.

Depending on where you live, a social contract works to unite. We agree in democracy in America, but have the freedom to disagree without falling off of a ten story parking structure, or getting poisoned.

In America we have the right to vote for whatever candidate focuses on the issues of the social contract important to us.

The problem, and it’s a big one, comes with how voters decide who deserves their vote.

For some it’s the voter’s pamphlet

For others it’s the anti-science spewing minister working to convince the congregation they’re all going to hell if they don’t do as he says. You sinner.

Not to forget the cult figure politician living a big life, but doing it all for the little man. (Only I can fix this.)

Then there’s the Big Steaming Deuce: the evangelical Judgement Day hoping doomsday prepper radicalized by the contrast of a man who looks like he enjoys being bowed and scraped to, while shit-talking from a national stage for the canceled, the forgotten, the replaced and passed-over.

In an on-going frenzy of bent human bonding, the love given does not equal the love in return.

“I’ll be right there with you,” unless there’s a viewing station a safe distance away to watch everyone get crazy.

Do better human bonding. You can do better.