Tuesday, October 2, 2012

THE ROOTS OF SERENDIPITY


Humankind, says a noted scientist, is like the lowly turtle: we inch forward only if we stick our necks out and take chances.

“What is life but a series of inspired follies?  The difficulty is to find them to do.  Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come every day.”  George Bernard Shaw.

It is never entirely in fashion to mention luck in the same breath as science.  Science is considered a rational endeavour, and the investigator is supposed to make discoveries for logical reasons by virtue of his own intellectual hard work.  As everyone no doubt knows, however, discoveries do come about through chance, but this fact becomes more impressive only when it happens to you personally.

Much that is really novel in our creative efforts will still be decided at the pivotal moment when we confront chance.  Like the lowly turtle, man, too lurches forward only if he first sticks his neck out and chances the consequences.

What is chance?  Dictionaries define it as something fortuitous that happens unpredictably without discernible human intention.  Chance is unintentional and capricious, but we needn’t conclude that chance is immune from human intervention.  Indeed, chance plays several distinct roles when humans react creatively with one another and with their environment.

We can readily distinguish four varieties of chances if we consider that they each involve a different kind of motor activity.  The varieties of chance also involve distinctive personality traits and differ in the way one particular individual influences them.

Chance I is the pure blind luck that comes with no effort on our part.  If, for example, you are sitting at a “Karata” table of four, it’s “in the cards” for you to receive a hand of all 13 spades, but it will come up only once in every 6.3 trillion deals.  You will ultimately draw this lucky hand – with no intervention on your part – but it does involve a longer wait than most of us have time for on this earth.

Chance II evokes the kind of luck Charles Kettering had in mind when he said; “keep on going and the chances are you will stumble on something, perhaps when you are least expecting it.  I have never heard of anyone stumbling on something sitting down.”

In the sense referred to here, chance 2 is not passive, but springs from an energetic, generalized motor activity.  A certain basal level of action “stirs up the pot,” brings in random ideas that will collide and stick together in fresh combinations, lets chance operate.  When someone, anyone, does swing into motion and keeps on going, he will increase the number of collisions between events.  When a few events are linked together, they can then be exploited to have a fortuitous outcome, but many others, of course, cannot.  Kettering was right, press on.  Something will turn up.  We may term this the Kettering Principle.

In the two previous examples, a unique role of the individual person was either lacking or minimal.  Accordingly, as we move on to Chance 3, we see blind luck, but in camouflag.  Chance presents the clue, the opportunity exists, but it would be missed except by that one person uniquely equipped to observe it, visualize it conceptually, and fully grasp its significance.  Chance 3 involves a special receptivity and discernment unique to the recipient.  Louis Pasteur characterized it for all time when he said: “Chance favours only the prepared mind”.

Pasteur himself had it full measure.  But the classic example of his principle occurred in 1928, when Alexander Fleming’s mind instantly fused at least five elements into a conceptually unified nexus.  His mental sequences went something like this:-

(1)               I see that a mold has fallen by accident into my culture dish:
(2)               The staphylococcal colonies residing near it failed to grow:
(3)               The mold must have secreted something that killed the bacteria:
(4)               I recall a similar experience once before;
(5)               If I could separate this new “something” from the mold, it could be used to kill staphylococci that cause human infections.

Actually, Fleming’s mind was exceptionally well prepared for the penicillin mold.  Six years earlier, while he was suffering from a cold, his own nasal dripping had found their way onto a culture dish, for reasons not made entirely clear.  He noted that nearby bacteria were killed, and astutely followed up the lead.  His observations led  him to discover a bactericidal enzyme present in nasal mucus and tears called lysozyme.  Lysozyme proved too weak to be of medical use, but imagine how receptive Fleming’s mind was to penicillin mold when it later happened on the scene!

One word evokes the quality of the operations involved in the first three kinds of chance.  It is serendipity.  The term describes the facility for encountering unexpected good luck, as the result of: accident (chance 1.) general exploratory behavior (chance 2, or sagacity.  (chance 3).  The word itself was coined by the Englishman-of-letters Horace Walpole in 1754.  He used it with reference to the legendary tales of the three Princes of Serendip (Ceylon) who quite unexpectedly encountered many instances of good fortune on their travels.  In today’s parlance we have usually watered down serendipity to mean the good luck that comes solely by accident.  We think of it as a result not ability.  We tended to lose sight of the element of sagacity, by which term Walpole wished to emphasize that some distinctive personal receptivity is involved.

There remains a fourth element in good luck, an unintentional but subtle personal prompting of it.  The English Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli summed up the principle underlying chance 4 when he noted that we make our fortunes and we call them fate.”  Disraeli, a politician of considerable practical experience, appreciated that we each shape our own destiny, at least to some degree.  One might restate the principle as follows:  Chance favours the individualized action.

In chance 4 the kind of luck is peculiar to one person, and like a personal hobby, it takes on a distinctive individual flavour.  This form of chance is one-man-made, and it is as personal as a signature.  Indeed, it is to motor behaviour what Chance 3 is to sensory receptivity.  But Chance 4 connotes no generalized activity, as bees might have in the anonymity of a hive.  Instead, it comprehends a discrete behavioural performance focused in a unique manner.

Chance 4 has an elusive, almost mirage-like, quality.  Like a mirage, it is difficult to get a firm grip on, for it tends to recede as we pursue it and advance as we step back.  But we still accept a mirage when we see it, because we vaguely understand the basis for the phenomenon.  A strongly heated layer of air, less dense than usual, lies next to the earth, and it bends the light rays as they pass through.  The resulting image may be magnified as if by a telescopic lens in the atmosphere, and real objects, ordinarily hidden far out of sight over the horizon, are brought forward and reveal to the eye.  What happens in a mirage then, and in this form of chance, not only appears far-fetched but indeed is farfetched.

Accordingly one may introduce the term altamirage to identify the quality underlying Chance 4.  Let us define it as the facility for encountering unexpected good luck as the result of highly individualized action.  Altamirage goes well beyond the boundaries of serendipity in its emphasis on the role of personal action in chance.

Chance 4 is favoured by distinctive, if nor eccentric, hobbies, personal life-styles, mode of behaviour peculiar to one individual, usually invested with some passion.  The farther apart these personal activities are from the area under investigation, the more novel and unexpected will be the creative product of the encounter.

CONCLUSION

Why do we still remember men like Fleming?  We venerate them not as scientists alone.  As men, their total contribution transcends their scientific discoveries.  In their lives we see demonstrated how malleable our own futures are.  In their work we perceive how many loopholes fate has left us-how much of destiny is still in our hands.  In them we find that nothing is predetermined.  Chance can be on our side, if we but stir it up with our energies, stay receptive to its every random opportunity, and continually provoke it by individuality in our endeavours and our approach to life.



Sunday, September 16, 2012

Rock me to Sleep Mother


Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—     
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—     
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—  
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,—  
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;
Weary of sowing for others to reap;—  
Rock me to sleep, mother – rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—  
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—     
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;—     
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—  
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—     
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
By Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911

Enduring to the End


So it has dawned on me that sometimes our trials are never taken away. Sometimes we are burdened with them until we die, sometimes, or learn the lesson intended for us. As desciples of Christ, and as baptized members of His church, we have taken upon us the understanding that we are to ‘endure to the end’. What does it mean to endure to the end. I always thought enduring to the end meant to be a faithful member of Christ’s church until we die. To represent Him in the best way we know how.
I believe ‘enduring to the end’ does mean the things I just mentioned, but  I believe ‘enduring to the end’ also means that we need to endure our trials and frustrations until the end. Often, it is easier for us to pray and ask God to ‘take this problem away from me’. We can find ourselves telling God to ‘just get me through this trial’. But how often have we taken a step back and pondered the idea that, maybe there is a trial that we inherit that won’t go away – ever. What if there are trials given to us that test us on how well we hold out on and to see how well we continue our faithful relationship with God? 
I propose  that ‘enduring to the end’ not only means being faithful members of God’s church to the end, but it also means enduring our trials to the end on a very personal and practical level – even if they never go away, or take time to. Even though some trials don’t go away, we have the opportunity to show our God how well we love Him under every circumstance we encounter. It is here where we can focus on strengthening our relationship with God, and then we’ll be able to see how the negatives of our trials can be made into positives. God will show us. It may not be immediate, but the day will come.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

A Tribute to Claudio Masai Arap Kilach


Most people have experienced death in, at least, some remote way. We see death on the news all the time, but every now and then it hits close to home. Perhaps a loved one dies, forcing us to think about our own mortality. Claudio Masai Arap Kilach was one of those people who was full of life. He was always moving, always loving, and was one of my biggest fans. In the late 70’s he used to cheer me when I demonstrated my literacy skills at such an early age. His face was continually wreathed in smiles, and he was never without something good to say.  Claudio had energy and joy that spilled out and made everyone around fill feel cheerful. He called me his daughter. He kept saying my AIC church then was lucky to have me as an example to the youth. When I left home, he kept asking after me from Mom and Dad. When I came back from Brussels after 6 years he came home to toroch cheptanyu (‘welcome my daughter home’) . I still remember the warm tight hugs that told me about the love and sacred relationship we shared. When I joined LDS church he was one of the very few people who sought to understand this new undertaking rather than condemn like most.
When he got sick, he no longer moved a lot but whenever I am home I would go visit. Despite the toll the illness had taken on him, Arap Kilach never lost the light in his eyes. And I was always emotional that he was getting weaker. I wore this mask that somehow kept me from pondering his Mortality.
But last evening I was sitting in my study table working on translating conference talks.  When I picked up my brother called me, we talked a bit and he told me about the loss.  I quickly and tried to find my voice. I couldn't believe that joyful, friendly old man had departed. The overwhelming weight of sudden grief  hit me.
His death was so shocking it has sent a tremor through our community. It was frightening. If he could die so could I. If such a wonderful, joyful person could fall surely anyone could.  Its  given me a new realization that nothing lasts forever.  Not that I didn’t know, but the people who walk beside you could be gone in the next heartbeat. It made me appreciate the life God has given me and the lives of my friends and family all the more. I will never forget Arap Kilach. His Passing will forever serve as a reminder of my own mortality. RIP Mzee.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Pastoralist life: my experience


Men and women are standing at the gate to the family settlement with children amongst the crowd of sun-kissed faces. Maasai life reverberates in the village of Imurtot, located in the Loitokitok area of Kajiado.  Imurtot is the village in which I will spend a day and half with a family living here. The village is on a valley engrossed by endless amounts of grassland, pure blue skies, and in the southern horizon stands the majestic snowcapped Mt. Kilimanjaro.  I felt the sun’s evening rays and crisp, clean mountain air, more so than anywhere else I have traveled the world. I felt  a little anxious as my colleagues drove away, not knowing how I might be received in my new home. The cows are mooing and the goats and sheep bleating as they return home from the pastures. The women, numbering about 6 of them greet me with shy faces. A man comes, and
because he understands Swahili we are able to have a conversation.  Nearly everywhere you turn you can see the animals around the compound.

Venturing inside the family compound provides you with a different feel. There are all these nice ladies and kids who are so at home in this house, and so I cannot figure out who my host is.  This group of people live a life quite different from any ordinary townsperson.  I must have looked as lost as I felt. Yet, the sense of peace and freshness in the air makes me envy these people who are not aware of what pollution is. The homestead in on a grassland, the manyattas are basically the most popular shelter.  Most  of the day is spent outdoors where the family members and neighbors work, spend time together, enjoy the company of friends, and sometimes sleep at night. Before now, they were as unfamiliar to me as I was to them. It was indeed this very idea of unfamiliarity and interest that gave me a desire to learn more.


I spent a day and half studying anything that was relevant to nomadic way of life. Most of my research was conducted in rather informal ways, be that through participant observation or interviews during conversation. I met several people during my stay who I shared infinite conversations with. Needless to say, that was the first time I ventured out into the grasslands for the nomadic way of life.
Unlike most people, pastoralist communities do not usually associate the concept of "home" with a geographical place, or even any place they've lived in for a significant period of time. There is a broader understanding of what home is and it doesn't exist as a place, necessarily, but has more to do with the people and the relationships that were built and nourished while residing in a certain destination. Home is the presence of people with whom you fellowship. Protection of a home is therefore protection of relationships.
Still, on the concept of relationships, pastoralists don’t just relate with people, they also relate with nature. One man told me that they have had a supply of healing herbs for ages because they traditionally are not allowed to uproot a tree that did not have other of its species around it. Swamps and hilltops were sacred and were only accessed by priests. This kept the river sources secure and protected.
So my dilemma is who really are pastoralists? In my life as an educational researcher, I know that we have made weighty errors in defining pastoralists because we focus more on the technical aspects of economic development and ignore the bona fide goals of human development.  We know pastoralists as people whose livelihood depends mainly on the raising of domestic animals including cattle, camels, goats, sheep, and donkeys, which are used for milk, meat, transport, and trade. Living among these people seeing how basically satisfied they are with their efforts to make life better and their ambition to improve further I ask myself, “Are there multiple avenues to improve the human condition among them besides just having a sole focus on the emphasis on changing the livestock aspect ?” In essence, we probably need to see the world through their eyes and them to more effectively engage a changing world and have more choices about how they live day-to-day. After all people are more inclined to bring about change they believe in than what ‘progressive minds’ suggest or impose.
After the Loitokitok visit, I am sure, even confident, that there has been new knowledge created, and I have personally had to change my perspective on certain things. It will be interesting to see how we engage them and manage to sustain the process of change though the curriculum, learning together, and reinforcing the need for adaptation.