glass house philosopher / notebook 2
Monday, 1st August 2005
Tree ferns are the great ancestors of the modern plant kingdom, dating back between three and four hundred million years. A stegosaurus might have breakfasted on a fern just like this impressive specimen spreading out its long daintily carved fronds just a few feet from where I am sitting.
On the wooden bench beside me is a freshly ground double expresso coffee. The AA batteries in my Psion have not been changed for a while but should hold out for another hour or two.
The Winter Gardens Sheffield is one of the more pleasant places to be on a muggy grey Monday. Ten years ago long before this vaulted glass ceiling was so much as a scribbled sketch in an architect's note book I was penning my first drafts of Pathways, a couple of miles up the road in the Botanical Gardens.
It was sunny then. I had time on my hands, days and weeks of time. Not like today when every hour away from my desk seems like an hour guiltily stolen from an overflowing email inbox and an endless task list.
I had just finished my two term Metaphysics course for final year philosophy students at Sheffield university. The lectures eventually became the basis for the Pathways Metaphysics program.
My carefully typed lecture notes were originally intended as the first draft of a second book I hoped to write, as a follow up to Naive Metaphysics. Meanwhile, I was determined that they should be put to good use.
As the sun beat down, I wrote longhand. I drew up lists, made diagrams, drafted sentences and paragraphs that eventually became Questions and answers, Pathways: the six programs, Following Pathways and Writing a philosophy essay.
The fern became a symbol for Pathways. Long ago evolution discovered the recipe for making a simple leaf. With perfect logical consistency, nature realized that you could make bigger and bigger structures just by adding more of the same. And so the great tree fern eventually appeared, towering above the other plants in the Prehistoric forest. The Pathways programs evolved in much the same way.
Six pathways. Ninety units. Two and a half thousand letters. Three and a half thousand days. Four thousand web pages. Hundreds of thousands of visitors. Millions of words. Statistics have become my mantra.
For the Pathways programs page I used a section from an old black and white photograph of a fern which I had taken in Kew Gardens, around about the same time as I photographed the elegant domed roof of Kew tropical house which graces the front page of the Glass house philosopher. The green colour was added artificially using image editing software, which accounts for the rather surreal quality.
I feel that the time has come again to evolve. Into what I don't yet know.
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