Slow Down

Speed kills.  I am not just talking about cars.  I mean in general.  Going too fast wrecks things like cars and like dating.  Excessive speed ruins projects, drains bank accounts, and scratches furniture.  It is the number one cause of bad hair days.

Speed is relative and excessive speed is judged proportionally against the scope and size of sentient action.  How fast does a python swallow a pig? Fast talking may get you that refund at Target, but it won't marry you to your soul mate.  Impatient fumbling with a paper airplane may not be consequential, but your querulous DIY brake job can lead to tragedy. Quick thinking when you're attacked by a nest of wasps may be a good thing.  But a rush to judgment can capitally punish the wrong suspect.

Life has limited throughput.  When the receiver's bandwidth is smaller than the transmitter's, something is not going to work right.  When you slow down, everything is better.  If everybody slowed down, we'd get within Zeno's distance of a utopia.

Unfortunately, the millennials are hogging all the data tubes.  They want to make a senior salary straight out of college, then retire at 35.  They are smart, but not like they think they are.  They have not yet learned how to modulate their velocity  I am sure they know the difference between taking off like a rocket and falling off a twelve story building.  But they don't act like it.

I won't be any gentler on older folks who are slow learners either.  You, who passed me on the shoulder going 70 mph yesterday, need to go back to a school of some kind.  Maybe one with bars.  There is a reason we have criminalized excessive speed.  It's reach may not be as wide as needs to be though.

So put a governor on it folks.  Slow down and smell the roses.  Speed up and you will smell the carnations at your funeral.  Or go bankrupt.  Or just make everybody who knows you wish they didn't.  Remember the fable of the tortoise and the hare?  Be a winner.