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Excerpt from the upcoming book “Lo and Behold, X!” , a business fable of change and intrigue.
Instead of “X”, think “Lean”, “Agile”, and any other set of ideas that business and consultants make a big hoopla about.
“Within the fertile soil of his prodigious intellect, tiny seeds would sometimes find purchase, taking root and growing into magnificent trees. Branch upon branch reached towards the heavens, bearing the weight of abundant fruits—knowledge, profound understanding, and the exquisite beauty of coherence. Each branch, a testament to his unwavering pursuit of comprehension and wisdom, bore its own unique bounty, while some remained barren. Yet, when the harvest of the entire tree didst inevitably arrive, it would be abundant and fulfilling.
These instances, etched indelibly upon his memory, had always brought forth a deep sense of satisfaction. Truly, the arduous cultivation of ideas had always demanded a toll: time relinquished, energy expended, sleep forsaken, relationships weakened, and even coin spent in the relentless pursuit of unraveling connections that initially seemed inconsequential. And yet, these memories were cherished, for they constituted the very essence of his being. Among the precious recollections, the momentous unearthing of the ancient anthology of X shone with a brilliance unparalleled. His fascination with X had become a lodestar, guiding his steps through the passage of years, infusing his existence with purpose and profound personal fulfillment.
Alas, not every seed sown in the scholar’s fertile and industrious mind bore the sweet fruits of enlightenment. There were moments when sense eluded him, and the seeds sprouted into unruly bushes, their thorny tendrils entangling and strangling the verdant flora of his mental orchard. In this tangled undergrowth, he sometimes found himself entwined, consumed by endless possibilities, intricate interpretations, and tenuous connections that would ultimately lead nowhere but to frustration and a sense of expenditure for no practical benefit. The flourishing weeds choked out the branches of wisdom, leaving him lost in a labyrinth of nonsensical musings.
In these instances, his ponderous and analytical nature, once an ally, would become a relentless adversary. For it goaded him to analyze the incomprehensible, to seek meaning where there was little or none to be found, tricking him into succumbing to the perplexing allure of the inexplicable. His tenacity, like a rudderless ship adrift in stormy seas, forged theories and explanations that held no sway over the capricious nature of reality. Verily, these endeavors yielded no willful harvest, for weariness, frustration, annoyance, and confusion swarmed around them like locusts devouring crops.”
