Clueless

My favorite Jane Austen adaptation, Clueless, just turned 30! To the evolved version of sapiens, homo spiritus, it may as well have turned 30,000. 

A charter member of my high school egghead crew just informed me that one of my favorite movies, Clueless, just turned 30.

It feels like yesterday that I first watched hapless shopaholic Cher Horowitz navigate the Beverly Hills social scene—but yeah, I really was only 15 when Clueless came out.

I did some quick mental math and realized that the time between Clueless and today is about the same as the gap between Clueless and the Civil Rights Act and the Beatles' debut on The Ed Sullivan Show.

That made me feel old.

It also got me thinking about the next phase of human evolution—what I call homo spiritus. I believe our species is standing at the edge of a radical shift in consciousness, the dawn of a new humanity.

On the New Earth, we’ll live as though what’s bad for our neighbor is bad for us, and what’s good for our neighbor is good for us.

It’ll be the greatest evolutionary leap in human history.

The end of war, fear, and greed. The birthing of a new humanity bathed in peace, love, and light.

Heaven on Earth. 

And then it hit me: homo spiritus folks probably view modern humans the way we view chimpanzees.

Just as we don’t distinguish between chimpanzees across epochs, they probably don’t distinguish between us and cavemen.

To evolved humans, I suspect that the current model looks like apes gone bananas…who be shopping .