An article published today at Inc. online (“Self-Made Billionaire Jack Ma Says You’ll Need This 1 Rare Skill to Succeed in the Age of Machines“) argues that IQ (intelligence quotient) and EQ (emotional intelligence, i.e., “soft skills”) are less important today than a new kind of “intelligence.”
It’s called “LQ,” and according to Jack Ma, founder and chairman of the Alibaba Group, it means “the quotient of love, which machines never have.”
Reading this article reminds me vividly of the climactic scene in a book I read in seventh or eighth grade, A Wrinkle in Time—a scene that has always stayed with me and remains one of the profoundest epiphanies of my life.
On a foreign planet where everyone dresses, acts, and even thinks alike (in thrall to a giant, disembodied, evil brain called “IT” that holds sway over the people’s behavior with the hypnotic rhythm of its metronome-like beat), a “plain” 12-year-old girl named Meg faces the seemingly impossible task of rescuing her younger brother, Charles Wallace, from the monstrosity that has taken him prisoner:
There was the brain, there was IT, lying pulsing and quivering on the dais, soft and exposed and nauseating. Charles Wallace was crouched beside IT, his eyes still slowly twirling, his jaw still slack, as she had seen him before, with a tic in his forehead reiterating the revolting rhythm of IT.
As she saw him it was again as though she had been punched in the stomach, for she had to realize afresh that she was seeing Charles, and yet it was not Charles at all. Where was Charles Wallace, her own beloved Charles Wallace?
What have I got that IT hasn’t got?
“You have nothing that IT hasn’t got,” Charles Wallace said coldly. “How nice to have you back, dear sister. We have been waiting for you. We knew that Mrs Whatsit would send you. She is our friend, you know.”
For an appalling moment Meg believed, and in that moment she felt her brain being gathered up into IT.
“No,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “No! You lie!”
For a moment she was free from ITs clutches again.
As long as I can stay angry enough IT can’t get me. Is that what I have that IT doesn’t have?
“Nonsense,” Charles Wallace said. “You have nothing that IT doesn’t have.”
“You’re lying,” she replied, and she felt only anger toward this boy who was not Charles Wallace at all. No, it was not anger, it was loathing; it was hatred, sheer and unadulterated, and as she became lost in hatred she also began to be lost in IT. The red miasma swam before her eyes; her stomach churned in ITs rhythm. Her body trembled with the strength of her hatred and the strength of IT.
With the last vestige of consciousness she jerked her mind and body. Hate was nothing that IT didn’t have. IT knew all about hate.
“You are lying about that, and you were lying about Mrs Whatsit!” she screamed.
“Mrs Whatsit hates you,” Charles Wallace said.
And that was where IT made ITs fatal mistake, for as Meg said, automatically, “Mrs Whatsit loves me; that’s what she told me, that she loves me,” suddenly she knew.
That was what she had that IT did not have.
She had Mrs Whatsit’s love, and her father’s, and her mother’s, and the real Charles Wallace’s love, and the twins’, and Aunt Beast’s.
And she had her love for them.
But how could she use it? What was she meant to do? If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love. But she, in all her weakness and foolishness, was incapable of loving IT. Perhaps it was not too much to ask of her, but she could not do it.
But she could love Charles Wallace.
She could stand there and she could love Charles Wallace.
Her own Charles Wallace, the real Charles Wallace, the child for whom she had come back to Camazotz, to IT, the baby who was so much more than she was, and who was yet so utterly vulnerable.
She could love Charles Wallace.
Charles. Charles, I love you. My baby brother who always takes care of me. Come back to me, Charles Wallace, come away from IT, come back, come home. I love you, Charles. Oh, Charles Wallace, I love you.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she was unaware of them.
Now she was even able to look at him, at this animated thing that was not her own Charles Wallace at all. She was able to look and love.
I love you. Charles Wallace, you are my darling and my dear and the light of my life and the treasure of my heart. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Slowly his mouth closed. Slowly his eyes stopped their twirling. The tic in the forehead ceased its revolting twitch. Slowly he advanced toward her.
“I love you!” she cried. “I love you Charles! I love you!”
Then suddenly he was running, pelting, he was in her arms, he was shrieking with sobs. “Meg! Meg! Meg!”
“I love you, Charles!” she cried again, her sobs almost as loud as his, her tears mingling with his. “I love you! I love you! I love you!”
A whirl of darkness. An icy cold blast. An angry, resentful howl that seemed to tear through her. Darkness again. Through the darkness to save her came a sense of Ms Whatsit’s presence, so that she knew it could not be IT who now had her in its clutches.
And then the feel of earth beneath her, of something in her arms, and she was rolling over on the sweet smelling autumnal earth, and Charles Wallace was crying out, “Meg! Oh, Meg!”
Now she was hugging him close to her, and his little arms were clasped tightly about her neck. “Meg, you saved me! You saved me!” he said over and over.
Obviously, I enjoy a little melodrama in my novels 🙂 And, just as obviously, it’s hard to convey the huge sense of movement from despair to elation when reading the key elements of this scene in isolation from the rest of the novel. But I remember so vividly that moment in which Meg decides to love the hateful person her brother has become. And I remember the presence of Mrs Whatsit in the darkness, also a form of love. In fact, it was this love, which Meg knew intuitively could never be in doubt, that transformed the situation and provided the insight she needed to save her brother.
Love is the answer.
Maybe that’s also why I’ve always liked romance fiction so much. Its central premise is that love conquers all. (Or as my students here in Wisconsin phrase it: Love “stands” all.)
I taught this novel in class a couple years ago. Even though it’s written for younger readers, A Wrinkle in Time contains some interesting ideas and allusions to Christianity and political philosophy. Anyway, during our class discussions, I found it amusing that both my students and I kept referring to the villainous brain not as the pronoun “it“—as I interpreted it to be in my seventh-grade reading experience forty-plus years ago—but as IT, that department in every company charged with keeping all things computer-related running smoothly.
In light of the Inc. article, though, maybe IT (“I.T., abbreviation for “information technology”) is the correct pronunciation, after all? 🙂
By the way, a new movie version of A Wrinkle in Time is in the works, due for release in spring of 2018. It has an amazing cast, which I assume means that it also has an amazing director and script to have attracted them to this project in the first place. So I’m looking forward to it! Here’s a trailer.
I read that a long time ago! I’ll have to go back and re-read it. What a wonderful lesson for today!!
Yes, especially for today!
I’ve enjoyed Madeleine L’Engle’s non-fiction books very much, but I have never been able to read fantasy novels. I read all of the Harry Potter books, mostly because my daughters were reading them. I even worked my way through the Lord of the Rings trilogy way back when I was a student in Germany and desperate for something in English to read, but I did not really enjoy them. Here’s a quote on the importance of love from Rod McKuen: “It doesn’t matter who you love, or how you love, but that you love.”
I love that quote! (no pun intended😄)
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