Forget the Honda part. Honda’s just another well-made Japanese car. What gets my attention is the getting-there part, the process, the way all these weirdly random but absolutely necessary details unfold with perfect precision. Watch…
Note that nothing about the car itself would particularly impress unless every miniscule action along the way worked perfectly. Nor would the payoff – another new car rolling onto a showroom floor – create more than tepid response if the untold hours of intense creative effort, trial-and-error, revisions, and more revisions actually showed.
But they don’t: so every step unfolds as if were nothing more than a product of serendipidy. Effortlessly. Spontaneously.
Ever wonder why a good novel seems so inevitable? That’s why.
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Oh my, the terse and perfect shortness of this entry has as much impact as T.S. Eliot’s statement, If I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter.”
Thanks for the gem!