I have this habit – whenever I read or watch something set during some historic period – of wondering what I would do if some time portal opened and sent me to that time. (Like the stuff that goes through your mind to pass the time makes sense.) Basically, it’s a fun, mental exercise. Like, if I ended up in Ancient Greece, how could I explain where I was from? Assuming I appeared in a ball of lightning or something in front of people and wasn’t a strangely dressed barbarian found roaming the countryside who would probably just be speared. Or what if I ended up in London – or Berlin – in 1940? As a general rule of thumb, I’d try my best not to change the course of history.
For
the longest time one of the more popular versions was if I ended up at a
plantation in the South in 1860. So they
would know there’s something odd about me, I’d hope to show up above their
dinner table while the family was eating.
I’d beg forgiveness, and ask for their discretion. And as a white guy, hopefully they’d treat me
okay. (I’m ignoring the whole slavery
issue because, well, getting into that now kind of sidetracks the entire point
of this post. Also, it’s rather
pointless for me in the … comfort … of 2020 to state categorically what I would
say to slave owners if I was magically transported back 160 years.)
I
spent a lot of time wondering how much I could tell them of the future. Like, I’m sure the womenfolk would want to
know what the latest fashion was, and my best response was to say that they
would consider the future fashion scandalous.
I might even say, “There are these things called bikinis – which women
wear at the beach and swimming – that are made with less material than this,”
and then I’d hold up a napkin. Of
course, that might make the mistress of the house faint from shock.
Anyway,
to get to the point of this post, I would imagine that the white family members
of this house – not having TVs or Netflix – would be well read. They might ask my opinions on the “new” book A Tale of Two Cities, which I have read
but I don’t remember much of it. They
might also ask me what I think of Ivanhoe,
or some Greek philosopher, and I’d have to admit that I’ve never read
them. So they would probably think of my
as an uncouth Yankee – okay, true – but I wanted some way to redeem
myself. And so I came up with the idea
of “Half our Knowledge,” which shows that I have access to far more culture
than they did.
If you made a graph of what humans know vs. time, you’d see that the Total Human Knowledge increases over time. At first it was basic things like which plants we can eat and how to make fire, then it advanced to making pottery and boats, and now it’s reusable rockets and dating apps. But there’s also poetry and plays and movies. Now this is extremely rough, because what counts as a “unit of knowledge?” Does The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark have the same weight as Thor: The Dark World? (Shakespeare wrote about forty plays, which is about as many superhero movies released in the past fifteen years.) And this also ignores lost knowledge, like all the ancient books that all we have are their titles. But if you ignore all of that, then you realize that there was a point in time that had half the knowledge we have here in 2020. When was that?
When
I first thought of this idea, my knee-jerk answer was 1900. That was before flying (1903) even before
sliced bread (1928). But as I thought
about it, I moved my answer to 1940.
Because a lot of stuff we don’t think twice about – jets, computers,
nuclear power – all came about during World War II. But once I thought of computers, that really
threw everything out of whack. And it
comes back to the problem of what counts as a unit of knowledge. How does “Eating that green berry will make
you sick” compare to the trillions and trillions of calculations a
supercomputer does modelling how a protein folds up, which could fully explain
why that green berry makes one sick?
And
then there’s all the social media stuff.
Like, how many equivalents of The
Iliad are tweeted each day? And
before you say that what some asshole says online shouldn’t count as knowledge,
I have to ask what did the average peasant think of Robert II of France? He was the King of the Franks a thousand
years ago. The answer is, they probably
thought he was swell, because if they said otherwise some nobleman would cut
them in half with a sword. But unless
some literate peasant wrote down what they thought or some clergyman asked them
what they thought and accurately recorded it, we have no idea. But the historians a thousand years from now
– assuming they can still access the data – will have millions and millions of
tweets, blog posts, YouTube videos, etc., of people voicing their thoughts on
Trump. So shouldn’t the rambling
Facebook post of your crazy uncle be counted as, in some sense, knowledge?
Given
that we now have supercomputers finding all sorts of tidbits of knowledge and
that there are seven billion humans reading over all our old knowledge and making
new stuff every day, could it be possible that the “half our knowledge” point
was a recent as … 2000? And I know it
sounds ridiculous to try to balance making the wheel, domesticating cows, and
creating plastics to what has happened in the last twenty years, but in 2000
Pluto was basically just a point of light, now we have maps of it. In 2000, YouTube wasn’t a thing, and now how many
billions of hours of videos have been made?
In 2000 I had only been writing for a few years, now I have several ebooks to my name.
There
is no right answer to when we had half our knowledge, but it’s a question that
the more you think about it, the deeper down the rabbit hole you go. A reference that hypothetical family in 1860
wouldn’t get since Alice’s Adventures in
Wonderland didn’t come out until 1865.
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