I think we forget how restlessly inventive we are. I think we fall back on old ways and old ideas more often then we have to, and shun our own brilliance to adapting and devising.
Not merely in technological matters, either. Sure, we invent new devices...coiled filaments that glow as electrical power passes through them, bullets without cases, bombs that can be targeted at a distance, a means of replicating the DNA of another, machines that can store information and simulate reality, even artifacts that hurtle through the debris choking space near our Earth, creating communion between two distant points on that fragile azure ball we live on. And all of these things are amazing. But they are not the be all and end all of our inventiveness.
Humans bristle when confined to old ways. They grow agitated when told there is but one way to do something, or when expected to parrot in agreement when told of the correct solution to a problem. More than two thousand years ago, at a time most of us are told no such artifact could exist, the Greeks were making use of a sophisticated star-mapping mechanical calculator. Two thousand years before that, the Egyptians had figured out how to use crocodile shit as a prophylactic. 13,000 years ago, a sophisticated stellar calendar was in use in France, in a region in Europe where, according to the same folks who deny that the Greeks knew how to make machines, there was no society to be making use of that calendar.
Humans invented the words of every language in existence. We came up with the concept of divinity (I do not believe that we invented divinity, but whether or not you do, you have to accept that humans can, and did, conceive of it, in all its forms) and then actually managed to create the concept of atheism. What's even more amazing, some human somewhere managed to create the concept of admitting ignorance. We actually know that we don't know things. Wrap your head around that one for a while. A human somewhere realized that human intellect has flaws using that selfsame intellect. In other words, our minds contain the seeds for their own future development, a self-diagnostic ability of almost paradoxical brilliance.
Every religion. Every philosophy. Every city. Every device. Every poem or story. Every language. All the accumulate flotsam of our all-too-short tenure on this planet as thinking beings. Some human or humans created it, shaped it, changed it, conceived it, recreated it. We are dancers, and one of our dances makes new things with a frenzy and a zeal unmatched and unheard of on this planet, so far as we know. Much is, of course, lost. For all we know, we are but the latest to rise from the evolutionary ferment to scratch our heads as we stare into the night sky. What am I could be said to be the primary question of any sapient being. Humanity seems to be determined to discover as many possible answers as it can, from artist to murderer, from parent to wanderer, a painting as big as forever created with a mutable palette.
A self-loathing recluse from my home state created a new religion as an aside for his goal of creating stark tales of existential horror, a mythos suited to a basic cosmological conceit, that the universe is far vaster than we can understand and that entities exist that view us with absolutely no regard or favor at all...as less than ticks to be swept aside as their hour comes round again. Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos now inspires stuffed toys. I own several. Despite my appreciation for his bleak tales, I'm also enamoured of the mind that saw his idea and decided it would make a good toy. The whirling perversity of the human makes me sick with loathing and inspires the only optimism I can muster, the idea that we simply will not accept any final point, no terminus to development, no end to what can be done. We are told you can't do that, and for good and for ill, we do it.
This will either kill us or save us.
There are paradoxical things...for instance, contemplate this: if Saddam Hussein does not possess weapons of mass destruction, then when the US Military (a military composed of men and women who believe themselves to be in defense of myself and my fellow countrymen's lives and liberty, and thereby to be respected for that even if I disagree with the uses of that defense) attacks him, they will roll over his armed forces. If he does possess them, then we can expect him to use them against said armed forces, causing massive casualties. So if the President is telling the truth, he may well be sending hundreds of thousands of our soldiers to their deaths. If the President is lying, our soldiers will have no difficulty at all in overthrowing Hussein and will with any luck suffer minimum casualties...but we will have had no justification at all in overthrowing Hussein. We are thereby placed into a situation where we must hope that our leaders are lying to us and acting immorally, for the sake of our fellow citizens who will die if they are in fact being accurate. It is a strange thing to think about. To wonder what would be worse: is my nation to be an aggressor invading another for insufficient justification, or is it to be stunned by the use of atomic or bacteriological weapons against its military or even itself?
One atomic weapon in the trunk of a rented car driving into a city could well render September 11th moot. As it is, much of the world already believes that the thousands dead that day did not justify the thousands who died in Afghanistan, few of whom were Al-Qaeda, which has not been much affected by it...but what would one do, nothing at all? It is inconceivable that nothing should have been the penalty for such an unsurpassed act of evil. (Recently unsurpassed, at any rate. When talking about atrocity, there's always a bigger one somewhere in the world.) We had to do something. Yet, in the end, we didn't. We bombed those who had already been bombed by so many others, we overthrew one government and replaced it with another to no real effect...we displayed none of the creativity that we have so often showed before. Unless one counts deciding on September 17th, 2001 to attack Iraq in regards to actions it didn't commit as inventive. Which I suppose it is.
Compare this to the brilliance with which the FBI found Mir Aimal Kasi. Whatever your feelings as to the way they accomplished it, the fact is that the FBI was able to find one man in Pakistan and bring him back to the United States to face trial. How did they accomplish this? In part by being inventive, by refusing to accept that it could not be done and also refusing to confine themselves to the means they had previously employed. Kasi was, of course, nothing like the murderers of September 11th in that he was one man, alone, without the logistics and support network of Al-Qaeda. However, in some ways, that made finding him harder. And yet we accomplished it, whereas in the case of Al-Qaeda, we have made a lot of noise and stirred up a lot of dust and done nothing. It confuses me. This is a consideration merely of the creativity of the contrasting events, and not of the morality of either...it is almost as difficult for me to feel sympathy for Kasi as it would be for me to weep if we dragged Bin Laden in chains into the Hague and tried him. This doesn't make the US infallible.
Our tools are as advanced as any in the history of the world. Did we forget that we made them? The brilliance that created them does not have to stop with mere mechanistic tinkering. We do not merely create weapons. We certainly have, a great many times in human history, done just that. The stone axe. The spear. The war-chariot. The bow. The sword. The longbow and dane axe and crossbow and stirrups and the trebuchet and cannon and the personal firearm...the list is long, and stunningly inventive in its way. But we also created crop rotation and the printing press and diplomacy and international law. Everything that exists in this world that does not predate us is affected by us. Medicine and agriculture and debate and genocide and war profiteering are our creations. We starve one another and feed one another. We offer one another a helping hand and grind our boots into each other's faces. We reach crisis points...many times in the past, we failed to act in the best interest of all, and nations fell, civilizations were wiped out, and the long slow climb back to a community began again, often times made out of the ruins of the old. We could be at such a time again, as we were sixty years ago, as we were twenty years before that...there is a fractal nature to our history, a constant tension between forces that we affect through the intensity of our minds and hearts, the willingness to seek out new ways, to invent our way around difficulty. Sometimes this is seen in the spectacular effectiveness of our panoply and armament. Sometimes it is seen in the men least likely to do so reaching out and planting the sword in the earth.
Sometimes we forget this. We forget that we can choose how, and where, and when, and why to use our fearsome genius towards innovation. It does not have to be limited. We do not need to restrict ourselves towards the solutions of the past. Every situation is new, even as it carries a resonance from past events...and we can change, and adapt, and devise novel approaches to these crisis points, on the macroscale of world events and in the smaller scale of our own lives.
I have seen a child use a kite strung with fishing line to provide a cat with a safe means to escape a rooftop. I have seen a woman turn her back on the hate and bitterness of her entire family to provide love and support to her friends. I have seen a man who could build a gas turbine engine based on a plan in his mind twist the word of God itself to justify xenophobia and fear. We are a relentlessly innovative people. We do not have to fall back on the methods of the past merely because they have been established. It does not follow that we should shun all tradition, either, but just because you have a sword it does not follow that you must use it. Furthermore, if you do use it, it follows that you should use it well.
Often, we forget how good we are at creativity. Often, we twist that creativity into shortsighted uses. Sometimes, we do neither, and the world changes. I think the world could use some more change now, and I think we can still do it. Our rapacious desire to answer the question What are we can still be displayed in dizzying variety, in ways we have never seen before.