The other day my friend got to talking about his vision of an ideal society. In his enlightened dictatorship, half the economy would be communist, and the other half would be capitalist. For maybe fifteen hours a week, everyone would have to perform menial tasks: sweeping streets, picking strawberries, shoveling shit. Everyone all the way up to the presidency (premiership?) would have to participate. Job assignments would rotate seasonally, to prevent anyone from ever developing seniority or specialized expertise. The rest of the time would be perfect lassez-faire capitalism; anything goes.
Whatever the merits of my friend’s personal utopian dream, I’d like to share my own vision for the future. Recently, I began teaching kindergarten at a Montessori school in Taipei. An opportunity to work in alternative education is a rarity this part of the world, which is dominated by a crass and venal system of cram schools and entrance exams. Foreigners get burned out quickly from this racket. I’d already worked one job “teaching” catatonic twelve-year-olds, long enough to know that it wasn’t for me. To paraphrase John Taylor Gatto, I can’t in good conscience earn a livelihood from hurting children. So I jumped at the opportunity to learn more about the Montessori system from within. It requires that I wake up at the crack of dawn and commute an hour-long either way, just for a lousy hour and a half of teaching (plus another half an hour – unpaid – of filling out comments books), but I endure the ride with pleasure.
For the most part, the school is more like an ordinary kindergarten than I’d anticipated. Admittedly, it is an exceptionally well-run one, with exceptionally well-behaved children. In part, this might be thanks to the Montessori system. Contrary to its hippie reputation, Montessori education strongly emphasizes focus and discipline. It doesn’t hurt, though, that most of the children are girls, and that Asian kids are famously calmer and sweeter-tempered (and, I hate to admit, cuter) than their Western counterparts.
In the brief time I’ve worked there, teaching these kids has already turned out to be one of the most valuable and formative experiences of my life. If you really want to learn about being present in the moment, and about what works and doesn’t work as a teacher, toddlers and small children are the people to study. Even the youngest children (I teach kids between two and seven years old) already have distinctive personalities of their own; I was able to learn all of their names in a couple of days. By the ages of nine or ten, the students begin to blur together into one indistinguishable, stone-faced mass; their individuality and confidence has already been crushed.
The Chinese Daoists, and other primitivists throughout history, idealized childhood as a time when we are free from societal conditioning, totally spontaneous, without preconceived notions, hangups or neuroses or any kind. I don’t know how anyone who’s worked with kids this age could fail to think that there is something to this. Until the age of about eight or nine, children are the ideal students. Learning is still fun for them. As long as you keep the energy level up, they’ll pay attention to you. They’ll do anything you tell them to, without second-guessing or having to understand, consciously, why. They do things without worrying about being right, or about what others think. No matter what happened a minute earlier, you always have a chance get things back on track; for a four-year-old, thirty seconds ago is history, and thirty seconds from now is the future.
I’ve learned a lot from kindergarteners as well in terms of the things that intrigue them. They are interested in all of the right things: songs, stories, animals, concrete objects that they can grasp and manipulate. They love all sorts of rhythms, melodies, nonsense and doggerel. For them there is no difference between sounds that carry meaning and sounds that do not.
Kids this age are hardwired to imitate. They are so good at it that it can seem uncanny at times. One friend of mine taught kindergarten for a while here. He has a full beard, and has a habit of stroking it thoughtfully. After a few weeks teaching his kids, they would all begin playing with their ‘beards’ as soon as he walked in!
When I say that kids are ‘hardwired’ to imitate others, I’m using a current cliché derived from neuroscience. But I have a big problem with this verbiage because it implies that kids this age are organically different from us; “their brains are different.” Obviously, there is a grain of truth to this proposition. From an evolutionary perspective, one can see the adaptive advantage for small children to have exceptionally plastic brains, primed to absorb stimuli like a sponge.
However, this takes for granted a certain nature-nurture duality, a linear cause-and-effect relationship that I refuse to accept. Everything we do changes our brains, which then in turn change our behavior. Perhaps the reason why children learn skills so much more easily than adults do, isn’t because of some sort of ‘genetic tripwire’ that magically turns people into morons past early adolescence. Perhaps it’s because of the accretions of socialization and conditioning which are imposed on us as we grow older, and because of the blockages and bad habits which we impose upon ourselves.
At the very least, until someone’s designed a placebo-controlled double-blind study that can eliminate all of these variables, I refuse to accept that the negative changes that take place between childhood and adulthood are simply a matter of genetic predestination, or that they can’t be undone. Perhaps there is a way to circumvent these accretions, or to prevent them from accreting in the first place. Perhaps what separates geniuses from the merely talented and accomplished, isn’t a question of what they’re doing, i.e. how much they know, how much they’ve practiced, what training they’ve received. Perhaps it’s a question of something they’re not doing.
When we look at genius-level performers in any discipline, they often exhibit a certain childlike quality. Think of Marcel Marceau, Vladimir Nabokov, Pablo Picasso, Salvador Dali, Muhammad Ali, Mike Tyson, Rickson Gracie, Albert Einstein, Richard Feynmann, Louis Armstrong, Michael Jackson or Paul McCartney. Or watch this video of Bobby McFerrin:
But for the most part, the tendency has been to dismiss them as flakes, natural prodigies, ‘geniuses’ from whom we have no chance of learning anything meaningful. (From whom would you rather take piano lessons– Mozart or Salieri?)
Perhaps, though, it’s simply that these people have hit on something that they don’t teach in school; and just because it isn’t taught in school, doesn’t mean that it can’t be. (More precisely, what they’ve hit upon is exactly what’s been untaught in school.) Perhaps they’ve discovered some sort of a cheat code or mind hack, which enables them to bypass the junk that prevents ordinary individuals from achieving their full potential. Perhaps becoming childlike is a skill, not an attribute, something which can be learned and practiced and improved over time.
So, going back to the original topic, here’s my proposal for an ideal society: nobody is allowed to graduate kindergarten. No matter how old we get, how much we have, how much we know or how skilled we become, for two hours a day everybody has to get together and sing songs, listen to stories, take naps, learn the names of animals and plants, run around and play games. Or maybe it wouldn’t be every day; maybe each year you’d have to rack up a certain number of hours of ‘continuing education credits’ like most professional organizations require.
Either way, this much is clear: if you want to know the jibengong set for living life (see our first entry), go back to the skills you learned in kindergarten, and have since forgotten. There are many mysteries and secrets contained in this first form. Don’t take them lightly.