This lovely poem crossed my mind while listening to the keynote address of a tech CEO. He filled thirty minutes of place and time with buzzwords, keywords, platitudes and rehashing what everyone in the business already knows. Everyone listened hoping to learn something of value. Our hopes were belied. May he have wrapped up in fifteen minutes or even five to have made an impact?
The company in question, builds fine products that have sold well for years. They continue to be a relevant player in the market. Customers trust them. All the makings of a good story and reason to take a victory lap. He aimed to explain where is company is going next and how they have always been ahead of the trend. More importantly, he wanted to stake his claim on a page or two in the history of computing. Maybe that was too much to aim for. Maybe like the poet says :
The very best poem
finishes half way
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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