I am a long-time Futurist, and technologist. In my career, I have spanned the birth of personal computers, to the rise of Cloud Computing.
The master walked by the lighthouse each day.
The master walked by the lighthouse many times a day. The town had abandoned the lighthouse many years before. It's last, Kuyper packing his bags and heading on to another lighthouse. Now the lighthouse is overgrown. We's and small trees taking over the long and the other ways to the lighthouse. Like the lighthouse no longer shown into the darkness. And what is a lighthouse that no longer shines a light?
Time passed as time will do. The paint on the lighthouse has begun to chip off. The door to the lighthouse, old and battered, was still able to do its job. It kept the wind in the snow and the rain out of the keep. An old rusty padlock sealed the door shut. Above the door was an ominous do not enter sign. The master smiled at the moment he had no intention of entering the lighthouse. He simply walked by every day. Each day is noted the weeds rise higher and higher as if they wished to cover the old lighthouse.
That, the master thought one day it is an examination of mortality, at that moment when a person has less value than they did before. It made the master sad. For he truly did not believe that anyone ever outlives their value.
One day as he passed, the master cut down three tall weeds around the lighthouse. Later that same day, he passed again. He cut down three more. The master cut down three tall weeds daily, sometimes twice daily. On days when he had more time, he would cut down 12, 15, or more weeds. Slowly over a couple of months, the lighthouse had a yard where you could see how to walk from the road to the lighthouse.
The lighthouse sat upon a cliff that overlooked the ocean. Once, it had warned ships of the danger of the rocks beneath the cliff. But now, no ships came that way. So there was no need for a warning. But the master continued to clean. Over time some of his students began to help, and they carried off all the dead weeds making the lighthouse look closer to as it had.
When the lighthouse was again as it had been, the master smiled. He gathered his students and that evening went to the town Council. The master has been to the town Council many times, and they all knew him. They smiled and patted his back as he sat down. The Council, as it always did, went through the business of the town. They were listening to citizens as they complained, listening to citizens as they rejoiced. That was the job of the Council.
Finally, the Council said, is there any new business?
Is there any new business?
The master's hand was in the air, to the Council's surprise. Then, the leader of the Council said, what is your new business?
I wish, the master said to use the old Lighthouse keep to teach.
There was silence in the room. The council members were whispering amongst themselves for a moment. Then, finally, the leader of the Council addressed the master.
No one has used that keep for 30 years. The leader said.
Yes, the master said I was a student when the Lighthouse closed. I remember the day well. The town gathered to send the old lighthouse keeper off to his next job. I remember watching as the old lightkeeper walked out of town. That night, the lighthouse light did not shine. But I wish to use the Lighthouse as a classroom.
Again the master's words were met with silence, and the councilmembers leaned back from their desk and whispered among themselves. Then, finally, the leader of the Council addressed the master. If you clean the old keep in the Lighthouse and check it for safety, you may teach in the old Lighthouse and keep.
The old master smiled and said, yes, I will clean the keep. Then, I will clean the Lighthouse and, of course, will check to see that it is safe. The master got up and walked out of the Council meeting.
The next day the master carried paint and cleaning supplies and cleaned the keep, and the Lighthouse from Monday arrived. The master began walking from the school to the keep. His students first started painting the keep, then the Lighthouse. The students finished the Lighthouse by lowering themselves from the top with ropes and painting. Finally, the city came and found the building safe. The master announced that he would begin teaching in the old Lighthouse on Monday.
The master began walking from the school to the Lighthouse as Monday arrived. His students followed behind, wondering what magical things would happen. Halfway there, the council leader started walking with the master.
The leader of the Council asked the master of question. Why was the old Lighthouse Keep for a classroom?
All things, the master said, begin with the purpose: person, dog, cat, and even a lighthouse. There is value in that purpose. But sometimes, that purpose ends. We sometimes forget that even though the purpose is over, the value of the created thing is still there.
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