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Idealistic perfectionism is the beast which made me. As a quixotic Western youth I wandered forward somewhat in a daze. In retrospect, it is no surprise that I found myself on the quintessential quest for knowledge in the streams of Chemistry and Physics, and then, Experimental Particle Physics.
Perfectionism applied to objectivity. I became more meticulous, analytic, technical, a champion of critical-thinking and the scientific method. I developed a keen research, design, and development drive. Quality over quantity and an urge that things undertaken should be done right. Yet still with perfectionism applied to time; efficient, and hardworking.
Yet perfectionism asks for more. Perfectionism applied to subjectivity. I became more connective, creative, more synergistic with a wider perspective. Trying to understand deeper and wider. I philosophized.
I got wiser. I gained an appreciation for systems, their power and their ubiquity. As I began to understand the implications of some of the deepest theories I was being taught I began to see the cracks in the objectivity of the scientific method. Very much like the allegorical forest for the trees I came to the epiphanic insight of the fundamental ontological nebulosity.
Perfectionism in the subjective-objective space. Creative technicality proved fuel for the inquisitive and innovative aspects of my research, design, and development drive. I began to cultivate a synergistic systems fluency.
But idealistic perfectionism is like chasing the infinite. It is only half the coin. It is not the full truth. Thus it cannot sustain itself (perfectionism applied to perfectionism). Thus in staunch objectivity, in its idealism, it burns itself out. Like a theory it can only go so far in equality with the experimentally implied phenomena.
Something more fitting is needed. Something to incorporate the finite (realistic) and infinite (idealistic). Something more natural. Something more like life.
Grow. Evolve. Connect.
Climb, climb, it says.
Always climb.
Even if after harrowing and wearying ascent to
unprecedented heights,
one looks at the unimaginable vistas without sight. For
the mind chastizes;
the view is better from higher on up,
the view is best right near the peak.
But the mountain grows much faster,
much faster, than the most breakneck pace you could ever imagine to attain.
I feel my knowledge and understanding grow deeper,
by leaps and bounds.
I climb a plateau structure,
a never-ending ziggurat,
which reaches into the clouds.
The sun, rain, snow, and darkest night cheer and jeer me on.
Grow. Evolve. Connect.
And the human race still under the echoing of the starting gun.
Has, seemingly,
chosen the tough path to run. Along
this most recent rise.
We need to overcome.
Grow. Evolve. Connect.
Grow the know.
Grow the flow.
Grow the portfolio,
the metaphorical gateau.
Grow,
to avoid the gallow.
For you, for me, for tomorrow.
What worthy goal is there for patterns of mass-energy let loose in the wonders of space-time to pursue?
Grow. Evolve. Connect.
Ground and Figure
190519
