There is an Eastern fable, told long ago, of a traveller overtaken on a plain by an enraged beast. Escaping from the beast he gets into a dry well, but sees at the bottom of the well a dragon that has opened its jaws to swallow him. And the unfortunate man, not daring to climb out lest he should be destroyed by the enraged beast, and not daring to leap to the bottom of the well lest he should be eaten by the dragon, seizes a twig growing in a crack in the well and clings to it. His hands are growing weaker and he feels he will soon have to resign himself to the destruction that awaits him above or below, but still he clings on. Then he sees that two mice, a black one and a white one, go regularly round and round the stem of the twig to which he is clinging and gnaw at it. And soon the twig itself will snap and he will fall into the dragon’s jaws. The traveller sees this and knows that he will inevitably perish; but while still hanging he looks around, sees some drops of honey on the leaves of the twig, reaches them with his tongue and licks them. So I too clung to the twig of life, knowing that the dragon of death was inevitably awaiting me, ready to tear me to pieces; and I could not understand why I had fallen into such torment. I tried to lick the honey which formerly consoled me, but the honey no longer gave me pleasure, and the white and black mice of day and night gnawed at the branch by which I hung. I saw the dragon clearly and the honey no longer tasted sweet. I only saw the unescapable dragon and the mice, and I could not tear my gaze from them. And this is not a fable but the real unanswerable truth intelligible to all.

I’ve been struck by the most menacing question of late, that is, why an entrepreneur whose very drum beat in life is the hustle - well, there it is - why indeed? Hmm…

“You speak of an overwhelming beauty,” he said, “if it provides knowledge and truth but is itself beyond them in beauty. You surely don’t mean it is pleasure.” 

“Hush, Glaucon,” I said.

Plato’s Republic, Book VI, 509a

I’ve had a few questions about the name of this mircoblog.  And I keep putting off a write up.  But then I ran across this excellent explanation, so why reinvent the wheel, instead give credit to another.  Anyway have a read at it: http://bit.ly/fXgnMF

Training for the ING Half Marathon at the end of January is tough but fun.  Shin Splints are killing me, but I’m healing up.  Pressing on for the Haitian people, esp the kids.  Check out www.runningforhaiti.com and please help me out my donating.  All donations will go to World Vision’s efforts in Haiti.

Also scroll down to see some pics/videos from my summer trip to Haiti.

“To do great work, you need to feel that you’re making a difference.  That you’re putting a meaningful dent in the universe. That you’re part of something important…You want to feel that if you stopped doing what you do, people would notice” - ReWork by Jason Fried & David Hansson

Work has a necessity of eternal significance.  The passion for eternal significance, for better or worse, is what fuels ambition.

The rows of tents never seem to end in #portauprince.   There’s no telling when or if people will ever find a home.   #haiti #earthquake #gcanet #fb

City of tents