POEM: Efficiency Expert

The expert asked me
How many can I write
Per hour
Well, if I only
Had but one hour
I would guess a singular poem

seems obsessed with .  Of course, high is no guarantee of high effectiveness.  You can be very efficient at doing the wrong thing, and it will get you nowhere fast; or worse yet, actually farther away from what is desirable.  ’s desire to quantify every thing can become a distraction by leading us to ignore those things that are difficult to quantify.  I would posit that the most important things in are difficult to quantify, and at some point trying to quantify them will likely do more harm than good.  What would be a unit of , friendliness, , , , , or ?  Yep, sometimes dissecting something kills it!

I must admit that I am a big fan of inefficiency!  The best things in — a good meal, making , a good , or all three — are not good subjects for .   wasted that is enjoyed is not wasted.  I like the variously attributed quote, “ is the most infallible sign of the presence of .”   is a singularly better marker for guiding than any quantitative measure.  So, how many units of have you experienced today?

In this poem, there is a stark contrast between quantity and quality.  The efficiency expert inquires with numbers in , typically assuming that more is better.  The takes one hour, but one hour, as all that they have; and such a profound limitation can provide clarity and depth of which an efficiency expert may not even .  The answer: a singular poem OR one poem per hour. Is not the answer clear?

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of , To put to rout all that was not and not when I had come to die discover that I had not lived.”  — Henry David , from Walden (a read I would highly recommend as an antidote to frenetic civilization)

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