Not because there was or is an answer, but because the question brought both rigor and imagination into the inquiry.

Good questions do not have answers at all, let alone right or wrong ones. It is bad math. The world as it is, bubbling and swirling, unreasonable and uncertain, is a story fountain. The world as it was taught to me was starved of its harmony; it was a study in single notes. My father was writing a letter to a colleague when he wrote the phrase,

Mutual learning is only possible when all participants are willing to be wrong… willing to learn, to explore new ideas, to go off the map, out of the known, and together grope in the shadowy corners of new ideas, new plans, new territories.

If the terms of the communication are redrawn to seek consensus, not at the level of detail, but at the level of the rewards of the conversation itself, a shift can happen. The weight of the conversation changes when we are not at risk of eviction from the temple of togetherness.

Learning in symmathesy is the perpetual processes of positioning and repositioning, calibrating, shifting, and responding to responses within contexts of multiple, simultaneous interactions.

Mutual learning happens in the entropy; we need the confusion to release the new. This dance exists everywhere in nature. It is the swarm of confusion that becomes the grace of the way things come together.

To break away from the bricklaying of evidence-based strategic solutions is a huge risk.

To be a participant in a complex system is to desire to be both lost and found in the interrelationships between people, nature, and ideas.

The skin of my body provides what looks like a boundary around me, but ‘I’ extend well beyond the container of my flesh, both biologically and socially.