About 20 years ago (give or take), scientists found a new, virtually untouched tribe of people in Papua new Guniea. This was a tribe of people that had never seen or heard of any modern technology. So somebodoy in the group decided it would be a good idea to take a couple of these newly discovered tribespeople to Singapore and guage their reactions. So they took them to Singapore and showed them the skyscrapers. And the roads. And the airplanes. And the hospitals. And all the incredible things they had to offer.
Then they asked the visitors what they saw that was the most incredible to them. The visitors were very excited and unanimous in their agreement for what they thought was the most amazing thing in Singapore: the wheelbarrow. They had seen some construction workers moving bricks with a wheelbarrow, and were amazed at its power and awesomeness and were scheming about how they could build themselves one.
Their imaginations did not take them towards making up stories about who is in the skyscrapers, or the metal canisters in the sky, or the automobiles or the funny clothing people wore. Their imaginations drew them to the wheelbarrow. The thing that could solve a big problem for them!
We're no better than those tribespeople. We're all in some kind of tribe. And we're all drawn to some kind of wheelbarrow. Sometimes it causes us great joy, and other times it causes us to miss out.
