As brilliant as scribbles in your Moleskine might be,
it ain't work if it doesn't leave your brain and enter someone else's
head.
XXXVII
Tuco's theory was,
"it isn't work unless you'd rather be doing something else."
And he remembered when it was work if it left your sweat
as food for another's meal. Or cloth for their back.
Arlu had grumbled once
about the "knowledge work" that contained no knowledge.
Days of folks building a fantasy
without doing reality checks - tests of the developing product.
They spent long days building something
that evaporated when the switch was turned on.
"Why?" She'd ask, "Why, don't they test it before they finish?"
The last time she asked, Tuco had an answer,
"If its built in this head and it runs
in the imagination of that person over there,
in their head, it is tested.
It does work.
It is done.
No matter what happens in reality.
It is done."
Arlu punched him in the arm
and left the room
just shaking her head
in disbelief.
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