Tools. Useful. Steady. Irritating. Not to blame.
Been thinking about the old quandary, the old excuse really, if only I had this or that to do this or that, or I can’t do this or that because I don’t have this or that, and so on. Touched on it before, but I always had a real affinity for digging, literally. You want to jonez the flow? Dig. A lot. Hit the second wind. Hit base brain. See each small step. Lose site of the big picture. Be in flow. Reach that pinnacle.
So when thinking about tools, what better example than a shovel?
And when thinking about causes of lack of reaching some ridiculous goal, some material goal, some societal goal, some admired Western achievement, the shovel becomes a metaphor for the means, the hole is the end.
You get the obvious then, I expect.
No matter what equipment one has, or doesn’t, motivation is the ultimate means.
If I had a hammer.
Shovels. Holes. Means. When you have a shovel, the world looks like a place to dig a hole. When you have a backhoe, the world looks like a place to dig a BIG hole. So I go away for a few weeks and come back to find that holes can cause big problems. When local community members, even pillars of the community (well, maybe not pillars, but big hearty sticks), even people I call friends, get motivated to dig holes… they suddenly turn into criminals (alleged). Crimes and misdemeanors (numerous) (alleged). What kind of insanity is this?
Bubba is waiting for you in the Big House. Be motivated not to go there.
I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in…
You would blame it.
My insanity is nothing compared to local government.
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