THE LUCILIUS PARABLES, VOLUME I

August 17th, 2020

Tinkered Thinking has released its first book, The Lucilius Parables, Volume I.  

Those who are regular readers or listeners of Tinkered Thinking will know that a short story is released every Sunday.  These stories are dubbed ‘parables’ and they always revolve around the same character: Lucilius.  This first volume is an illustrated collection of the first 51 parables released on Tinkered Thinking (along with one unreleased parable exclusive to the book).

The name Lucilius was inspired by the famous Letters of Seneca, or as they are sometimes referred to The Moral Letters to Lucilius.  This is a collection that documents one side of a correspondence between the philosopher and statesman Seneca and a financial official in Sicily.  Lucilius’ side of the correspondence is not included, and so he remains a bit of a mystery, appearing only as Seneca imagines him.

At the time when Tinkered Thinking was just starting, Nicholas Nassim Taleb’s work was also on the chopping block, and his use of the fictional character Nero to illustrate certain points inside of his non-fiction work helped provoke this notion and question:  would Tinkered Thinking benefit from fictional narratives that try to explore the same material in a totally different light?

Even with a good deal of experience writing fiction, this is a fairly tall order: to write a short story every week.  Luckily, the word ‘parable’ comes into quick and elegant use for this issue.  A parable is a simple story used to illustrate a moral or spiritual lesson.  And of course this comes from the Christian tradition, as they were told by Jesus in the Gospels.  This concept of a ‘parable’ does several things which are in-tune with with a possible answer for that question posed about Tinkered Thinking benefiting from fictional narratives.

In literary circles, a story that blatantly demonstrates the ‘point’ that it’s trying to get across is frowned upon, especially if it’s a moral one.  Why this is, and whether its good or not is a can of worms better left for someone else to crack.   But a parable straddles this issue quite nicely.  A parable makes no claim to be any kind of high fiction.  There is something far more humble about a parable.  The entire concept lacks the stuffy conceit that is often associated with fine literature.  And for good reason: when it comes to the task of understanding what’s going on, the barrier to entry is far lower than it is for something like say… oh, James Joyce’s Ulysses.  

This conscious flip of purpose is quite interesting in a modern context of social feeds and over-stimulation and constant distraction.  Whether it succeeds on Tinkered Thinking or not, the concept of a modern parable teases at something that is both accessible and thought-provoking.  These two concepts don’t usually go hand-in-hand.  What is accessible is often shallow, and what is thought-provoking- or rather what is culturally deemed ‘thought-provoking’ can often be concealed within layers of obfuscation that one is required to sift through.  The Lucilius Parables from Tinkered Thinking seek to cut this cake and keep it too.  The kernel curiosity that generates each story is this: is it possible to help a reader think about their experience of being alive in a new refreshing way within the bounds of just a couple pages of fictional story?

Tinkered Thinking has now released over one hundred Parables, and the feedback emphatically answers: yes, It is possible.

Once Tinkered Thinking had its first birthday and about 50 parables had been written, a particularly insidious thought came floating along:  there’s quite a few of these stories now.. I wonder what it would look like if they were all dropped into the same word document?  Is that enough for a book?

The answer is obvious of course.  To be perfectly honest, this book was written by accident.  The aim was never a book, but always a curiosity about what might be possible with enough process and practice. 

The 52 illustrations were added for several reasons.  One is that a few parables really are quite short, and to be frank, this presents an awkward situation regarding spacing and design within a book.  The illustrations provide a beautiful punctuation between each story.  The other reason is that.. well, everyone loves pictures in a book, and do be sure, these illustrations were quite a lot of work.  The hope is these illustrations add a bit of mysterious value to a physical item like a book.  This isn’t just a bunch of stories, this was designed to be a larger aesthetic experience, like a book you can imagine having on a coffee table, but if picked up and genuinely perused would quickly have your brain bent in an unexpected and refreshing way.  That’s another aspect of this book:  the stories can be read in any order, and they are quick, bite-sized meditations.

Each parable in this book (aside from the one written exclusively for the book) can be found on Tinkered Thinking in its rough unedited form.  But, good luck finding them in a way that is as effortless and pleasurable as turning a page and seeing a hand drawn illustration to invite you into the next story…

A LUCILIUS PARABLE: WINNOW

August 16th, 2020

Lucilius walked into the meditation hall where dozens of students sat with perfect postures, their seating spaced evenly, graphically across the floor.  He scanned the faces, seeing that most of the students were well experienced, having seen them many times before for months and years.  There was in fact not a single new face or anyone that he did not recognize.  He had lessons ready, of course, well-oiled on the rungs of his mind ready to iterate for this particular day, but as always, he merely observed the ebb of thought, the flow of concept constructing itself in his consciousness, ideas unravelling their full bloom and collapsing to other notions, a shifting mosaic of word and feeling feeding on memory and imagination.

He took his seat, and took a slow deep breath.  The class of students followed in his rhythm.  He did not say anything but lightly tapped a bell near him to indicate the beginning of the meditation and then he closed his eyes along with the rest of the class.  

Lucilius followed that invisible bubble, sifting into him and filling his lungs, rising his chest and then fleeing again as he breathed out.  He maintained a near perfect awareness of his breath.

And then, a few minutes into the session, a car alarm in the parking lot began to blare its whine.  Lucilius studied the sound as it came to him and with it he continued to feel his breath, the weight of his body, the temperature of his skin, the pulse of his heart, and with it the shifting of some students.

The car alarm continued, and then a jackhammer started up where a portion of the parking lot was being worked on.  Lucilius welcomed the rigid sound, stamping in the spaces between the car alarm, all of it flowed into his sense of being as he witnessed the arrival of breath and it’s leaving.

The obnoxious sounds continued, and Lucilius could hear the unease throughout the room, the shifted seatings, the exasperated breathing.  And then rather suddenly and quickly, the heat in the room began to rise.  Within minutes beads of sweat were streaming down Lucilius’ face, and stressed sighs sounded from his body of students.  He could hear a couple of them mutter and a few got up and left the hall as they were of course, free to do.

After this, a disgusting odour began to fill the meditation hall.  Lucilius heard a few of the students gag, and then more got up and shuffled out.

And just when the heat and the smell could not get worse, the sprinkler system went off and everyone still in the meditation hall was suddenly pelted with freezing water.  A few students shrieked and cursed, and ran from the hall.

Lucilius felt the icy water sap the heat from his skin.  He felt the quiver of his body wanting warmth, but he merely breathed and focused on the sensation of cold, inviting it into his mind, trying to notice every last detail of the pain.

Then the bell rang.  Lucilius opened his eyes and there was one student left, sitting with good posture in a corner of the hall.  The student’s eyes opened.  

Lucilius smiled.  “You are done,” he said. “You will no longer meditate here with me.”

The student merely listened, still sitting, drenched in cold and stink.  “You must go,” Lucilius said “…teach others.”

The student stood and then bowed to Lucilius and then walked out of the hall.

As for Lucilius, he got up and walked in a different direction.  He had to thank his assistant for orchestrating all of the distractions.

THE ART OF EXPECTATION

August 15th, 2020

It’s one thing to manage the expectations others have of you.  You think the project will take two weeks, you tell client it’ll take four weeks and to their great delight, you’re done in three.  Often we over promise and under deliver. We say two weeks and deliver after three.  Managing the expectations others have of you is mostly a matter of giving yourself more than enough time, and hustling to over deliver.

This sort of trick takes a bit of work.  It’s easy to deceive our own self into thinking we’ll have superpowers.  But this can lead to slipshod work done too quickly.  Trial and error with a little reflection mixed in allows anyone to become quite good at managing these expectations.

But what about our own expectations of the world?  How do we keep from fooling ourselves when we imagine a certain reaction from the world?

We build the business expecting the customers will show up.  We fire off the email expecting it to land perfectly.  We publish the book expecting rave reviews.  We hang the painting expecting wide and wanting eyes.

It’s a bit of a dilemma:  to make something for the world in order to have a certain effect, but to expect nothing anyhow.  It’s a bit like the theatre or the movies.  We suspend our disbelief and forget that we are merely sitting in a chair watching a story in order to get lost in the story.

A similar trick of the mind is required here: to give it your all and calmly, placidly, and peacefully expect nothing in return.

The art of expectation isn’t so much an art as it is a magic trick: one of self-hypnosis.  Why work so hard if there’s maybe nothing in return?  Nearly no one is going to logically enter that sort of agreement.

There is of course a deeper hack to this sort of magic trick.  

What if you just enjoy doing the work regardless?

This isn’t a hack so much as it is a solution to that original dilemma.  At the end of the day, you only get one go at putzing around in this life.  Now what’s a better way to spend it?  Working for some kind of potential return from others?  Expecting that?  Or expecting nothing and merely enjoying the process, because the expectation is displaced, replaced and properly in place:  the expectation is that the effort will be worth it no matter what, because it’s the experience of that effort that we are expecting.

DRY RUN

August 14th, 2020

How many times was the school essay banged out at the last moment during the all nighter and handed in without even a second look for fear of just how bad it would be?  In retrospect its somewhat amazing how well a student can do while implementing the worst possible process.  Then again, Tinkered Thinking isn’t too much different.  None of these episodes are edited and the only second glance they are given is during the reading for the podcast.

But of course, this rapid-fire-rough-draft is the name of the game for the Tinkered Thinking experiment.  

That being said, when it comes to efforts of much larger and more complicated effort, a few comb-throughs are absolutely essential. 

For example, Tinkered Thinking has been developing an online store, coding it from scratch, all for the purpose of launching a book.  The store has technically been functional for days, but each of these days evinced another set of bugs in the code that had to be carefully hunted down, scrutinized and squashed.  Word of the store has been carefully guarded and carefully leaked to more and more people during these days in order to facilitate more dry runs of the store, and the strategy has been essential.  Come launch day, with fingers crossed, all should go well.  And regardless of how much Murphy’s Law gets in the way of that hope, it’ll certainly go better than if all these bugs hadn’t been rooted out.

All problems concede to attention, if attention is ample, generous, unending and focused.  A dry run, whether it be for an online store, or a play, or a jujitsu maneuver, is a particular iteration of attention, one that gets a new view of the situation - a view that is bound to uncover things we missed.

Unfortunately there’s no dry run for life.  While we get a lot of repetition with each day holding a similar structure to the one before, we only get one shot at each.  The days in this respect are like Tinkered Thinking episodes - there is no rewrite: you just have to go for it, do your best, and see what happens.

CONTROLLING THE INCENTIVE

August 13th, 2020

How many people try to control you?  Perhaps there’s a boss that needs you to do things.  Control might seem like a harsh and overbearing word to ascribe here.  We can always quit, walk out, say screw it.  But of course, then the pay-check won’t show up.

The other side of the equation can be even more morose:  trying to control others can be a doomed goal leveraged with all possible friction.  The mindless approach devolves into force, both mental and physical, as though people can be squashed into the shape imagined, as though they can be guided with force like the limbs of a puppet.  Even if this sad mission is somehow carried out to effect, the interaction is the opposite of elegant.  Violence of all types doesn’t just rob us of the best ingredients of humanity, it saps the art out of life.

Whether it’s just correlation, there seems to be a connection between the quick turn to force and a lack of control such an agent commands over their own self.  Perhaps the observation answers itself:  without an ability to control ourself, we turn to the crudest means to try and control others.  In the absence of the ability to effect the world in ways we want by our own means, perhaps we try to have that effect through others, by coercion?  This somewhat kicks the can down the road a bit.  A lack of control once removed doesn’t result in genuine influence.  Sure, with untold quantities of physical force at one’s disposal, others can be forced, but the charade lasts only as long as the force does.  It is a constant 1:1 tradeoff of input and output.  

Teleporting now to other realms of living, it’s possible to inspire someone for a lifetime with the smallest kernel of influence.  This sort of effect can be enormously asymmetric.  A single inspiring conversation, or experience can send a person off with untold energy, renewing itself on a tiny sliver of memory.

There’s a bit of a spectrum now created.  There’s physical force which influences only as long as it is present, then there is the pay check which influences as long as it takes for the check to arrive, and then there is inspiration which can influence for an unlimited amount of time.

All of these are incentives of varying effect.  Persuasion is really just the art of incentive as applied to other people.

But the real art enters when we apply this whole framework of influence, control and incentive to our own self.  Do you have to twist your own arm to make something happen, or do you dangle a carrot? 

Or do you know how to inspire yourself?