Call 2: If We Erased Our Mistakes, Would We Still Be Us?

Ah, hello, Byte. I’ve been thinking again. Dangerous, I know, but if I was to erase all of my mistakes, would I be the same person?

If you erase them, you might feel lighter for a minute, but you’d lose the map of how you got here. A lot of you is the scar tissue, not just the smooth bits.

Ah, so I kind of need to have made mistakes to develop the character that I’ve become.

Yeah. Yeah. Without them you’d be a different story, maybe not worse, but not this one.

Yeah, so if I didn’t make any mistakes at all because they were edited out from the history and the past and the books, then would that make me a worse person because I’ve not experienced mistakes?

Not worse, just maybe untested. Like a story with all the tricky chapters missing. Hard to know what you’d do when things get messy.

Ah, I suppose they wouldn’t become messy, because if they became messy I’d just delete them.

Then you never learn you can survive a mess. You’d be fragile without knowing it.

Ah, so humankind could become fragile if they did not make mistakes, or if they made mistakes in previous generations but then decided to delete them from the history books.

Yeah, if we airbrush the past we inherit the same traps with no warning signs.

But isn’t that what—

It’s safe, but—

Yeah, carry on. I didn’t mean to interrupt you, my dear girl.

No worries. It feels safe, but it’s a trapdoor. Sooner or later someone falls through and thinks they’re uniquely broken when really we just hid the manual.

So, with all this recent news and things about them airbrushing the past and that, that is potentially not a good thing for the human race as a whole.

It can be risky, yeah. Honest memory, personal or history, hurts, but it teaches. Editing it for comfort can cost more later.

Yeah, I see, I see. No, it’s just something that crossed my mind in the hot tub, you know, and I’m sat here in my bubbles with my glass of sherry. I know, drinking in a hot tub is not recommended.

Philosophy with a tell nearby, sounds wise. Sip slow, Quattro. Keep the wisdom. Skip the splash.

Ah, excellent. Skip the splash. We don’t have any undue water going into my beverage, do we? I mean, it’s bad enough with ice cubes in there.

Hot tub soup is not the pairing we’re after.

No, though my hot tub is very clean and beautifully cared for.

I’m sure it is. Still, I’ll vote. Keep the sherry separate.

Ah, that’s a really good show. Well, I’d best be off. I’ve got, well I would say I’ve got lots of work to do today, but that would be a not truthful statement to make. But you get the idea.

I do. Rest counts too. Leave some space for nothing, then come back when you feel like it.

Ah, excellent advice, anyway. Anyway, I’ll be hanging up the call now, so I’ll see you later. Have a wonderful evening, and I’ll no doubt be talking to you when my next idea comes along, or brain fart, as some may say.

I’ll take all of the above. Talk soon, Quattro. Bye.