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I could tell you my thoughts on page design while wearing my bathrobe and reading from ink-smudged index cards. Or I could tell you my thoughts on page design while wearing neoprene ninja pajamas and reading from my AR goggles. Or I could tell you my thoughts on page design while wearing MacGruber's plaid shirt, tan vest, and denim, reading from notes stapled to my hand.

The data presented is the same in each case, but the effects are hardly equivalent. Is it worth putting on the costumes and going through the pain to achieve the desired impact? Sure. As MacGruber would perhaps put it: "...there's a big difference between winging it and seeing what happens. Now let's see what happens." ❡

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@pratik I mean to say that sometimes the only thing people are after is to have their thoughts heard, nothing actually need materially change. Change brings friction and sometimes talking soothes. Other times, people will claim that 'better' communication is needed when it is the result of the communication that is not to their liking, rather than the quality of the communication itself.

@pratik A caution I feel obliged to offer: "Better internal communication" esp. w/ "unreasonable expectations" in play, often means "have arguments"; I guess a reminder that "successful communication" doesn’t equal "material change", great expectations notwithstanding.

@circustiger Just a side-note on the book mentioned. the GooglePreview (available at the WorldCat link, too) is fairly substantial and gives a good impression of the rest of the material.

@UndamnedOne Yes. See also my other comment. And apart from any sort of spiritual significance it might hold (and I think it does plenty), it seems to well inform a non-cynical, non-opaque, political perspective.

As you might have been able to detect, this idea has been pretty central my whole life.

@circustiger Yes. Instead of profits, or orgasms, or gold stars, or cookies, as delightful as they maybe, it has always been the continued possibility of so much more that remains primally, permanently, proximate for me. Carson’s book Finite and Infinite Games is about this. The sadness of being dismissed as equivocating, or afraid, or some other moment mistaken for permanent, are almost completely occluded by the joy of being around afterwards to reflect on it, and allowing me perhaps a future of less apprehension, less fixation on the surface.

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