The coffee shop was abuzz. Talk rumbled at every table. An occasional
burst of laughter over in the corner, a muffled shriek of delight at one table;
hurried greetings and hugs at others as meetups were initiated. How many places
like this are hubbubs of activity this day? And in how many places?
Meetups. People gathering two by two, or by threes; talking
and sharing ideas. Connecting. Little by little ideas are spoken, shared. Inch by
inch ideas are built, new ones, from the bodies of the earlier ideas. Emergent
thinking created. Over a cup of coffee. Or bowl of soup.
This is how the future is made. One idea at a time. One casual
meetup at a time. Brains thinking and building. Building fresh ideas,
approaches. Solving one problem at a time. Forging ahead through the power of
we.
Power of we. You and I. you and some other person. Two people
sharing, now a third, maybe a fourth. Suddenly they understand something they
had missed before. Like a snap of the fingers realizations dawn. And they did
it.
Of course all of this is going on at many of the tables,
even the ones with solo folks, sitting at their computer chewing a sandwich. They
are not alone; they are on the internet or deep in an email exchange where a
conversation is underway. They are doing what the others are doing, only
electronically. Ideas are being shared. Notes are scribbled on paper or tapped
into a keyboard.
The hubbub of the coffee house. In this case a Panera Bread
storefront. Duplicated in countless shops just like it all over America. Think of
it. Think of the sharing, the conversations and the idle thought. All of this
producing understanding and expansion of minds.
I’ve often wondered what the store managers think about the
buzz in their stores. Do they realize what their patrons are doing in their
spaces? Are they aware of the problems being discussed and fresh thinking
emerging from those chats? All seemingly casual. But oh, so important.
I observed strangers meeting, by appointment of course, but
they hadn’t known each other before. One spoke broken English; his companion
spoke employer English. They were meeting to follow up on a possible job
opening. An interview! Later I saw them raptly listening to one another. Animated
reactions to their talk popped up from time to time. They were getting into it
and understanding each other. I wondered if the fellow with broken English was
an immigrant, a visitor to America, or a bookish researcher in a lab or
university think tank. Just wondered.
At another table bits of conversation burbled into public
airwaves. They were talking organizational issues and problems; possible
solutions. At another table a philosophical point was being pieced together. At
another I know they were talking science. A little math over there.
All around people were connecting dribs and drabs that
became mighty ideas. Making sense of the complex world. Bringing a little light
to dim recesses of the mind.
And so it goes in that coffee shop. How many others were
doing the same in other diners, restaurants and coffee houses? How many more
people were building the future one idea at a time?
Is our future so bleak that no one talks about it?
Not where I live! The times are alive with thinking and
connecting and inventing.
Are you part of this? Are you aware this is happening? All around
at other tables? Maybe at yours as well?
If so, you – and we – are making the future right this
instant. The answers are right there at the tip of your fingers, our fingers. At
a table with a cup of coffee, a spoon, and a rumpled napkin.
A place where thinking and sharing are welcome. And your
ideas. Our ideas. The future?
September 29, 2017