Fascination

In this episode, Fascination . . .

Why do people experience boredom? Have you ever pondered this question? I searched my dictionary for the word “bored," but it appears to have no meaning. Or maybe someone tore that page out? Anyway–

Some may argue, "Come on, be realistic; surely there are moments when you can't find anything engaging to do."

Obviously, we all experience times every day when we sit and stare with a glassy gaze, contemplating our world.

When you decide to schedule some free time, I challenge you to pick up a book outside your usual reading habits. Lately, I've been intrigued by Isaac Asimov's short stories from the book Nightfall, which I mentioned in last week's On the Fly podcast.

Today, I read the 1954 story “It's Such a Beautiful Day." The story is set in a futuristic society (2117) where transportation is primarily done through teleportation devices called “Doors."

The tale follows Dickie Hanshaw, a young boy who lives in a world where outdoor activities are rare due to the convenience of these Doors. One day, his family’s Door malfunctions, forcing him to walk – to school for the first time. This unexpected and traumatic experience (according to his mother) introduces him to the beauty of the natural world: the sun, the wind, the flowers, and the trees.

Dickie becomes fascinated by the outdoors and starts to spend more and more time exploring. His behavior becomes increasingly unusual, leading his mother to worry and seek help from a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist, however, begins to understand Dickie's perspective and realizes that the boy's connection to nature is a healthy and valuable experience.

Asimov masterfully intertwines suspense, fear, creativity, and joy. This story unequivocally explores themes of societal conditioning, the vital importance of human connection with nature, and the potential for unexpected discoveries, even in the most familiar surroundings. Fascinating–An inspiring testament to the human mind's ability to break free from the monotony of daily life and discover the thrill of creative expression.

So, my listening friends, I ask again: 'Are you bored?'

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. See you in the next episode.

Comments

Don Hanley said…

And I fine moving my little finger a marvel. How do I do this?

September 13, 2024 at 10:56 AM

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