We’ll never know whether the grasshopper in the story was working on world peace for the insect world. Society wouldn’t sustain his thinking. Let’s face it. Dreams (and dreamers, at least the role) have limited life spans. From the moment you talk about a dream, you have about a year (maybe) to produce a result. And our increasing connectedness drives us to faster conclusion.
I’m a fan of long incubation cycles, of chewing on ideas in large groups, in project management terms a fan of wasting a lot of people’s valuable time .
Where does this kind of work belong? Who funds it, tolerates it?
This quote appeared three times over the last week, in a novel I was reading, on an internet page and finally in a play script from 1940. What in the world is it trying to tell me???