“Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.” Sigmund Freud
We can only go so far and so long not noticing before the mental cost of delusion-ation outweighs fixing the problem. The slam of reality against our shell game of perception can at times lead to a grand sad story of implosion. Or as was more eloquently stated….
“The reality is more excellent than the report.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
From a distance you can look in at systems and groups and see larger themes and patterns. When you are away from the emotion and the drama of the moment, you can see how the dominoes line and will fall. An interesting read on this is by Jared Diamond, his book COLLAPSE is well worth a reread.
So why all these thoughts on failure- why the focus on the brokenness of people or the disheartening outplay of events?
It’s always intrigued me what can be learned from how things fall apart. What’s the fault line that led to an implosion? Where are the granite walls against communication installed. How is it that some folks are mired in on set of systems or thoughts, and how can we work together to unmire and do things differently now?
But you can’t just sit and watch and think and thank and thunk till the day and the week are done. Or commit just a little bit, see how things go and then move in more.
“The price of inaction is far greater than the cost of making a mistake.” Meister Eckhart
“The most dangerous thing in the world is to try to leap a chasm in two jumps” David Lloyd George
Origami is the same and different each time. You have a piece of paper that is a square and you make it something else. To do it properly the folds must be crisp and even. If you do nothing, you create nothing. If you sit with the paper neatly tidied in cellophane wrapping going on and on to others on all that will come of it, one day all you will have is yellowed blank paper and coulda woulda spools that you have to keep recrafting instead of remembering.
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