The evolution of social communication and its related etiquette

Once upon a time, or, more precisely, during the Paleolithic Era, sometime between 2 million 10,000 years ago (depending who you’re asking,) our forefathers, also known the Caveman or Cave-dwellers, used to all live in one large, well, cave. Whenever our ancient ancestors needed something of each other, they simply walked over and ask for it (at least the polite ones did,) or snatched it while making grunting sounds, similar to what bullies still do today (apparently there is a grunting gene.)

In later years, our slightly less ancient ancestors, though still far out remote in time, moved to live in various dwellings such as huts and tree-houses. The tribe begun to breakdown into smaller and smaller units. During those happy days, when you wanted, say, sugar, you had to go to your neighbor, knock on their door and say something “argh, argh, argh, sugar?” (which is probably inaccurate as the disaster called domesticated sugar only started around 8,000BC.)

Then followed days in which one would not dare knock on his neighbor’s castle gate before sending a beautifully handwritten note, preferably by means of a knight or a trusted maiden, requesting permission to visit.

When a device called the telephone started invading our domains, people called each other just to make sure there is still someone on the other side of the line. “Hello? Who is this? My neighbor? I have no neighbors, I live on a tree-house.”
But then came telemarketers who had to screw it for all of us, and phone screening was invented.

Mobile phones made us vulnerable 24/7; not available, no longer a valid answer.
But as the way of Yin and Yang go, we reached a point when enough is enough.
The trend is now reversing: do not call me unless you text first asking whether calling would be of convenience.
And before texting, it is preferable if you can first send a messenger with a nice handwritten scroll asking permission to text.
If handwriting is something you no longer remember; an art lost to keyboard, kindly please send a pigeon with a typed note, or, alternatively, just utter, “argh, argh, argh, sugar?”

Learned from: a conversation with my mobile phone.


About Ronen

Ronen Divon had been walking spiritual and holistic paths for well over thirty years. Born in Israel, educated in New York, and currently residing in North Carolina, Ronen had traveled the world, spending time with teachers, masters, healers and guides. With wisdom that spans multiple traditions, including the Far East, India, Israel, Brazil, Peru, and Native America, Ronen remains a student, learning and adding modalities that will best serve his clients, each according to their own unique needs. Ronen is also a published author, a Yoga, Meditation, and Tai Chi instructor.
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