Last time I was in St. John's, NL, my birthplace, I was driving with my 87-year-old aunt Bride to an unfamiliar part of town so I had set my Garmin to lead me there. I had tried to explain to my aunt what the Garmin is and what it does. So I was surprised
when - after turning a few corners according to directions, she said "That woman must be getting some big money for that." For a moment I tried to think what this might mean. "What do you mean?" I said, since I didn't want to assume. "You know," she said,"
sitting there all day and night telling people how to get where they are going!"
I took in what she had said in silence, though my first impulse was to explain how the Garmin works. But I stopped myself in time. Slowly I realized that - at 87 - her
capacity to keep going with how the world has evolved had come to its limit. This was affirmed when later that week she said "maybe I could use a computer."
Since that time I have been pondering on how people come to limits in their thinking, a point
beyond which comprehension of the reality in which our world functions today is simply impossible to grasp. This is true for my aunt, but I believe that point will also come for me and for many in my generation as the escalation of complexity, moving towards
increasing artificial intelligence for ordinary human functions, might just be an edge of incomprehension. The point is not whatever content might cause this, but that a mental limit exists for many, if not all at some point.
And isn't this appropriate
as we prepare to reach the fullness of years, and the moment of transformation?