Beyond their imaginations.
It is not a natural act.
Unleash the genius, reap the harvest.
A place we want to go.
Society participation.
Invisible collaborations, undocumented.
This single burst of insight does not exist.
Insight is developed, shaped, refined.
Can't avoid the work, the toil.
This is a high concept, elevated.
We dig like the tomb raiders.
Getting to the bottom, then working up.
Sparks will fly.
Through the white space, through the fog.
Call up the entire creative class.
Scientists, technologists, architects.
Professors and artists.
They operate in the same atmosphere.
Do away with the middle, carve it out.
Be an opposable mind.
The loyal are the real talented.
Surprises are all around.
We are on a speeding train, speeding fast.
Listen to the soft voices too.
This uncomfortable setting is fine.
For awhile.
Like a bowl of spaghetti.
Or a jazz ensemble, or a doubles team.
They all make music in some way.
Keep it above the waterline.
Don't sink this damn ship!
Get me to Building 20 quick.
Those old emotional states.
And new emotional states.
Edit and repeat perpetually.
Mandela led from a cell.
Many not realizing.
Pragmatic idealist.
Extraordinary, impossible, unlikely.
Intriguing and pleasant company.
Chaos is the best time for calm.
Generously, easily, selfless.
Give the credit, pay the debts.
The spotlight goes somewhere else.
Initially.
Tell the stories, change the rules.
Solve the impossible.