In eons past, when Greek society was the pinnacle of what we were, noble thinkers such as Aristolte and Ptloemy studied the velvet curtain with pinprick lights that encompassed the night sky.
They, among others, deduced that the Earth was the center point of a vast, miraculous arrangement, whereby every star twinkling at night; the shiny, silent, silvery moon; even Apollo, fiery, blazing god of the sun; all orbited on a vast globe about the our planet. Referred to as geocentric theory of the solar system, it held true until the early modern age.
In the 1500s, contrary to contemporary opinion, Nicolaus Copernicus postulated the planets, including Mother Earth, actually cycled about the sun instead of the other way around. This heliocentric explanation of the solar system became the standard bearer of science until the late 1900s; when, at that point, the baby-boomers reached full power, upturning all convention thought.
“What about me?” became our catch phrase; and civilization adjusted. Attitudes shifted, mores changed, and eventually we discovered that everything revolves around us, giving birth to the current, Egocentric, theory of the solar system.
My prodigious portion of the population has pounded a passageway through history, pummeling posterity and reshaping the social order. In the fifties and sixties, pop culture adjusted to our demands. In the seventies, so did education, followed by the workforce. We are accustomed to getting what we want, when we want, and how we want it. It has been the norm. It is what is.
