January 4th. Still typing “2020” when I type the year. 2021 is interesting.

As a number, it’s no longer a pair of pairs; it’s a sequence: 20 followed by 21.

As a sequence, it has the feel of building on an established foundation: 20 feels solid, a young adult, nearly grown up.

And then turning 21 is this moment of coming of age, of becoming legal in certain jurisdictions, of social recognition of one’s adulthood. There is no later age at which adulthood is established, in the contemporary world, as far as I know. 21 is it.

And so: 2021 represents the 20->21 transition, the year when humanity comes of age, grows up, starts behaving like an adult.

Right?

What would this look like?

Could we learn to drive safely? Drive all of our vehicles — our businesses, our families, our friendships, our homes and organizations and partnerships of all kinds. Drive our bodies, our minds, our land and sky as if it’s not truly ours alone, but rather everyone’s, everything’s, a universal belonging of all to all.

This is a start.