Elon Musk’s Business Development Algorithm (essentially unquestioned)
When I’m lost at sea, I hear your voice, and it carries me.
Heaven Is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle
Every tree is full of angels.
Macrina Wiederkehr
Imagine the horror with which darkness, rain, and wind, fill persons who have lost their way in the night; and who, consequently, have not the pleasant prospect of warm fires, dry cloaths, and other refreshments, to support their minds in struggling with the inclemencies of the weather.
Tom Jones by Henry Fielding
While out bicycle riding today (in record heat, by the way) this vehicle stood out as an exceptional example of detailed design.
No one wants to explore the darkest recesses of the soul without bringing along a light. Allow self-improvement to occur at the deepest levels by aligning the entirety of your being with your purpose, facilitated by operating in a context of lightness.
–Rebirthing by Leonard & Laut
Use your skills & talents, doing what you enjoy, to create the perfect world for someone else.
Jules Travernier painting was inspired during the year he spent crossing America, sketching the scenes he encountered while lost in his thoughts.
There’s a sacred place at Almaden Quicksilver Park that few people know about. A hike there is refreshing to the soul, yet could be exhausting to the body.
It’s a fair trade.
Cells in embryos make their way across a steep “developmental landscape” to their eventual fate.
Embryonic cells continuously monitor their changing surroundings and make small corrective adjustments, optimizing as development proceeds, locking in on their planned identity relatively late.
Processing positional information makes genes variously switch on and off throughout the embryo, giving cells distinct identities based on their location. (Some cells unfortunately take the wrong paths and are unable to get back on track.)
All the information is there in the landscape and processing that information effectively may be the phenomenon that makes a bunch of loosely stuck-together atoms behave like the thing we call life.
Had I been like a man living in a wood from which he knows there is no exit, I could have lived; but I was like one lost in a wood who, horrified at having lost his way, rushes about wishing to find the road.”
-Leo Tolstoy