We’re at an interesting phase in human evolution. A hundred or so years ago if you wanted to fix your plough, find out what that lump in your groin was, or simply wondered what Australia was like – you’d have to put on your coat, and traipse over the rain-soaked moors to seek out an “expert”, perhaps having to ask around in unfriendly taverns, blowing one’s savings on a trip to the city, searching for the wise old sage who’d hold the answer to your problem.
These days the Internet has blown this old model away. The democratisation of knowledge is complete. Any fool with access to a PC, a tablet or iPhone has at their fingertips an overwhelming sea of information on every subject under the sun. And this at a time of increasing Narcissism and illusory superiority. An era where everyone has a university degree while illiteracy and innumeracy rates go through the roof. An age where the expert is actively distrusted and resented, where anonymous Tweets are preferred to the informed critiques of the professional reviewer.