I’ll give you miracles


Key moments in my life have been shaped by exceptions, instances where rules were set aside.

There were times when I didn’t meet typical age requirements or certifications, yet someone decided to make an exception.

However, I’ve come to realize it was unhelpful to talk or to write about these exceptions, because there’s no formula to them. They’re unpredictable and largely dependent on factors outside my own control.

At one point exceptions can be made and in another, not.

Progress is often always dependent on tried, tested, proven tracks. Exceptions are miracles, and although it is natural to hope for them, it is unwise, even reckless, to make our plans founded upon them.

I’m reminded of a striking quote from a Netflix show I was watching recently:

An alien race was on its way to conquer Earth but it was 400 years away. But to keep humans from preparing to defend itself, they made an astounding strategy which they laid out in this chilling statement:

“We will destroy the science that could defeat us. The answers to your questions will become chaotic and meaningless. The universe will remain a mystery to you forever. In place of truth, we give you miracles. And we will teach you how to fear again.”

The plan of the alien race was ingenious: replace scientific progress with hopes for miracles to keep them vulnerable.

So, the point is, while exceptions can open doors and bring spice to our lives, they aren’t the main substance that drive our growth. Worse, designing systems based on the miracle of exceptions leave us vulnerable to chance and circumstance.

Talk next week,

Henry

Finding North

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