The cult of change

Move fast and break things

Motto of Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg

While, with an eye made quiet by the power

Of harmony ...

William Wordsworth

There’s a spot on a bow-shaped wooden bridge above the Merri Creek in the northern suburbs of Melbourne to which I find myself lured on my walks.

There I gaze, for a minute or two, into the water below. After rain in winter the creek is a surging torrent of turgid brown. In summer it is clear and shallow, allowing you to see to the bottom. Depending on the day, the sun’s rays can dazzle as they gleam and glint off the water. Depending on the creek’s depth and strength of current, the water ripples and glides in a multitude of ways leaving behind endless more delightful ripples and swirls.

For a brief time once every few days I am mesmerised on that bridge. And I notice others stopping there too, gazing below as if looking for something intangible; like the way people involuntarily stand and stare at the ocean. It’s the simple beauty and the sight of ceaseless movement, nature endlessly rising and falling. The inner eye is gently opened to the deeper realms of being. Paradoxically, all the shifting and movement brings stillness and calm, an experience of the eternal that lies beyond transient form.

I contrast this with the human world in which I am enveloped for most of the day. Our culture places a high value on change, but doesn’t have the vision to see the changeless. We are caught up in the hurly burly of material existence, without experiencing the eternal which underpins it. Karen Armstrong, in her book A History of God, notes how past civilisations were essentially conservative and resistant to change – they were anchored by laws that were regarded as immutable and divine. But, she says, “The modern technical society introduced by the West was based on the expectation of constant development and progress. Change was institutionalised and taken for granted.”

Without religion to point to the eternal reality, I think the West has developed a kind of cult of change in recent times. Mark Zuckerberg’s “move fast and break things” sums it up. Innovation is everything, to be stationary for any length of time tantamount to failure. Boundaries or limits are suspect and will inevitably be broken by the human drive for improvement. The ideal person participates in an ever-changing kaleidoscope of experience generated by their interaction with technology and consumer products. What Zuckerberg and others like him describe is a capitalist managerial ethic overlayed with insights from the world of marketing geared towards consumerism. Once the preserve of corporate executives, the managerial change fixation has now penetrated deeply into the psyche of society as a whole.

The great failure of the cult of change is its inability to answer “To what end?” or to speak to deep human needs. I think it generates anxiety and feelings of inadequacy in many people. Change is a constant of all created reality, but human-generated change needs to be directed and purposeful to the broader needs of humanity and the planet. The idea of constant improvement has merit, but there are times when we don’t need to strive, when simply “good enough” is fine. Indeed most of the time “good enough” is appropriate: it would be silly to attach some notion of excellence to washing dishes, or to walking the dog, or sleeping. Even at work, we should be secure in knowing we are good enough while being open to improve where we can.

There is a steady-state ethic that is starting to emerge as a counterpoint to the mainstream attachment to change and growth. Informed by the environmental movement and the wisdom of indigenous cultures, it values simplicity. It tries to place the individual in context within a web of human and non-human relationships that makes up the totality of life. It reinforces the importance of ecological and other limits. And its measure is quality, as opposed to the generation of movement and money for its own sake.       

About 700 metres south of the wooden bridge of my walks there is another bridge across the Merri Creek. It is a road that for large parts of the day is clogged with traffic, noise and car fumes. I instinctively find it hostile to any sense of peace or lasting value. Yet, on a larger level, this scene is no different to the ceaseless tumult of flowing water – behind both lies the face of eternity. A well-developed eye is required to see this, and feeling to understand that change and the changeless are essentially one.