UNCONVENTIONAL THINKING BLOG

What will happen tomorrow? There isn’t a single person in the world who knows for sure. As humans, we fly around in the fog, hoping for the miracles, praying to avoid the plagues.

We laud ourselves as intelligent creatures but in reality we know hardly a thing. And yet day after day, meeting after meeting, I talk with people who want certainty. Even worse than demanding and expecting it, they delude themselves into believing they can have it.

What the hell does that mean? I have no idea, but the words popped into my head and I had to go with it. You know, figure it out on the fly. Like in the course of writing this post.

Let me start by saying, this is no 60-second Super Bowl spot for fascists. They are all scum and well, they don’t make the best anything, except genocidal murderers.

We all, even the most skeptical amongst us, like to tell ourselves fairy tales.

Like the fact that even in love and war and business (which is a fusion of the first two theaters) everything is fair. In the end, it all balances out. There are no bad people, only evil deeds. Everyone is imperfect and blah, blah, blah.

I just read Paul Allen’s memoirs, telling all he thinks one would want to know about his life. Ironically, it’s a compelling read but not for the reason Microsoft’s co-founder had in mind.

All you want to learn about is what you don’t already know about Bill. And learn you do. Although I spent time alone with Bill when Microsoft was a decade old and I have seen him in action, Allen’s book puts an exclamation point on outsized force he was, building one of the greatest American enterprises of all time.

In 1960, the Shirelles had a blow away hit with the song, Will You Love Me Tomorrow. Great catchy Carole King music and lyrics for the time, but Will You blasted up the charts because it asked a question that haunts everyone who has ever been in love at some point in their relationships.