Yesterday was a success, the little princess was very patient hanging out in the garage as I exercised on the bike. As we’re feeling rested, more improvement will happen which also requires more rest, especially in the beginning days of change. Laundry even got done yesterday, I don’t know why it feels like a big accomplishment, but it is. There were several bags of laundry after all, maintenance is never ending. Dishes need to be washed and trash emptied or soon will be drowning in filth. This connects to the myth of genius, Tesla wasn’t a super human achieving things like no other, no man is an island. I see experiments he did and think where did he get the parts. We can say he built a lot, but he didn’t mine the copper for wires or melt the glass for bulbs. At some point we make the concession that they had help, but we won’t go so far to say they had help all the way and in areas they lacked skill because that would hurt the myth of genius. We cling to heroes in hopes we might be blessed with the same gifts when really the belief keeps us running in place. The reality is someone has to wash Superman’s underwear and every minute doing the mundane isn’t spent on the frontier. This isn’t to say great things never happen, only that the point of celebration is the top of a much larger pyramid.
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