Measuring values

There was a slight hesitation. The kind of hesitation that most people would miss. But it was there and it was real. It was based on long term fear, complexity and everyday desperation. Macro perspectives inhabited that micro second while time kept passing. For what it was worth, she knew she was lost. 

Lost within a constructed realm of measurements and value. At some point someone had told her that without measuring values we are not seriously interacting with solutions. We need proof of good pathways, the best pathways. We have no time to not learn how to measure, and how to measure in extremely profound and broad ways. Even when what we measure is of intangible character. And she would ponder, trying to understand the frame-like perspective where black and white stand points would save the world. Still, even though she tried hard to befriend those thoughts she couldn’t accept them as a common needed way forward. Life, as she saw it, was a deeply entangled apparatus and it consisted of millions of parts and details that we would never be able to measure. Nor should we aim for it. She believed that by striving to force life into a box that we could weigh, or stretch out so we could measure its length, we would communicate it as a finite and simple organism. 

Sometimes when she had a moment over, she would glance out the window from her poorly lit up office, and think of a different science. A moment in space where we would be confident enough to believe in feelings as a direction for decisions. She dreamt of a nation where we saw the incredible machines, the machines we all are, as powerful and trustworthy tools that could create beautiful lives. She hoped the day would come. But while listening to her gut (or mind, body, self - we are still missing a modern word) she also had a feeling that human life was a story of cycles. Cycles where we would never create anything better, or worse for that matter, than what we had already created for ourselves throughout history. There was good. And there was bad. Human life was on its continuous and constant path. She left the office early that day. Decided to walk along the pond in the park, sat down in the warm grass and closed her eyes for a short moment.