There it is again:
Smarter, Faster.
What’s wrong with smarter, slower? Is there a fear that it signals stupidity?
Is there a lottery to be won by those who think faster? Smarter, arguable. Faster? To what end?
There was a time when I wanted to read as many books as possible in the shortest time. I wanted to be like Hundred Eyes, from Marco Polo, but now with reading as my art form.
It did nothing but strip the pleasure from reading, creating a greater distance between my then-present state and my goal.
The mental earthquake happened when my phone was stolen from me on campus. I had extra time to consume Nassim Nicholas Taleb’s Antifragile. I took my time. I loved the book. If you haven’t read it, then you’re missing out.
The artist doesn’t rush.
Art simmers.
Why art? Because we create. The football player, the point guard, the oil painter, the rapper, the comedian, the writer, the potter, the sculptor, the scientist, the mathematician, the manager.
Smarter faster gives the illusion that you’ll beat the rest. In reality, when making something heavy, it hardly ever works that way.
I’m a big fan of Big Think and always will be, but ‘Smarter, Faster’? Not my cup of tea.
Let me take my time.
This song inspired some of the lines used in this article. Source — YouTube