Any doubts that my conception of the world is based on fiction were shattered this week. Not just fiction. Science fiction. It seems that a significant dimension of my worldview is rooted in multiple teenage reads of Robert Heinlein’s Time Enough For Love.
I picked up the book again after a thirty year hiatus and was tickled, bemused and eventually humbled by the correspondence between the ideas expressed by protagonist Lazurus Long and those of yours truly.
My wife is a regular practitioner of Byron Katie’s The Work. One interesting question she uses to inquire into the truth of a belief one holds is to ask “When is the first time you remember having that idea?” For me, it turns out many of my ideas spring from a youth of avid science fiction reading. Could be a lot worse, I guess.