Designers make “plans.” Boat designers make models. I’ve always loved models. There is something so appealing about being able to hold the large, the complex, even the impossible, in your hands and imagining, “What if?”
It’s no wonder they appeal. Along with plans of all sorts they provide comfort. They promise to eliminate uncertainty. They set us on courses so we don’t have to keep thinking, we can just “execute.”
Too bad life isn’t like that, no matter how much we conspire to believe it can be.
When we deal with models we are pretending. We are playing. We often forget that. We prefer to forget it. So many factors push us to conspire in the fiction that it isn’t true.
But it is.
Models are for pretending, for playing.
We need to grow up some time.
That’s not to say we stop playing. We can’t create without play. It does mean we stop pretending that our toys let us do whatever our childish imaginations want us to believe is possible.
There’s tremendous violence unleashed on the world when we do. On the world, on each other, and on us.
We need models, but let’s understand how dangerous they are. Let’s be clear where imagination and play end and where dealing with reality begins. It’s at a point where we are not clutching at models and wishing to be able to stop thinking, choosing, deciding; before we act – or as we act.