the future is realtime ontologies

The not so distant future holds many wonderous changes and interesting surprises. And none of this news is particularly new or insightful. For anyone with a positive outlook the future is always going to be bright and interesting.

So much for preamble.

I am particularly interested in seeing the future forget the past. I know that sounds strange, but there are some real problems with the benchmark performance objectives inherent in any kind of tracking mechanism that might arise under the single identity future.

Sounds like the backdrop for a science fiction novel, doesn't it?

Well, indeed, with the continued maturation of Tim Berners-Lee's Semantic Web focusing on life sciences there can be no doubt that both human performance objectives and the wide availability of curriculum will see the standardization of an ontological framework that births new disciplines in real time.

As the "knee of the curve" is rounded with advanced materials science and rapid discovery of uses for new science (to name but two areas) language must also evolve to embrace new relationships.

Imagine, as the time between new discoveries and their useful inclusion into daily life gets shorter, how the relationship to the parent discipline that raised it matures. Competition demands that you know how your own node is evolving and whether it is safe to venture out on its tender branches in the hope that its usefulness demands the care and feeding required to make a trunk of its life.

So, to quote the oft quoted... from Bartleby.com

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20