Sunday Musing

What will be cannot be inspected Nothing stays the same, in spite of appearances.   But change announces itself like the unseen winds before a rain, swirling and pushing a message forward.   We feel the force and sense the brooding, but we can never know how it will fall, if it falls at all.   Peril or promise, the sense of change is less than a speculation, just a hint.   How we take the hint is what matters.

Of Bureaucracy What if everyone needed something, something important, but the supply was limited?   What if everyone expected it, considered it an inalienable right?   What if there was no morally correct way to deny them? Governments face this dilemma frequently, but Nature never has this problem.   In Nature, each gets what each can, and the ones who do not, well, you know.   This observation is not new, and it may be as old as governance itself.   The solution has generally been to create a maze of protocols and procedures that require individuals to perform a gauntlet of tasks in order to acquire that expected something.   Many protocols and procedures across many areas of governance made accountability difficult or even impossible to isolate.   As a result, those with the will and wherewithal to accomplish the tasks and traverse the gauntlet got their something, while others, well, you know.   Such is life.

Drawn to the extreme It is hard to turn away from watching a train wreck.   A plane crash draws an audience immediately.   Disasters are perversely addicting.   A blend of wonder and disbelief, their appeal is primal, almost feral.   Even when one knows one should not, one does.   It is the self-destructive part of human nature.   Enjoy the show, like a deer in the headlights.

Feed the Black Hole on Black Friday In America, retail business once reached an inflection point just after Thanksgiving Day, where YTD sales would at last put a store ‘into the black’ for the year.   Hence, Black Friday.   Today, that accounting day has grown to be aggrandized by patrons and, of course, copied wildly by anyone selling anything, making it grow far beyond its meaning to become celestial.   Consumers pay homage to the hands that feed them .

 What are you in the mood for? Victory is a savory instant, a noble high for a sweet moment in time.   Achievement can be a fulfilling stew of fragrant accomplishments and hearty results.   The most satiating success is distilled from failure, which ferments persistence to a lofty bouquet and gives the body and fullness that comes with time and patience.