Centralized, predictable, standardized and … vulnerable?

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We like things predictable and uniform in business. We can manage things better that way. This assumes we have perfect knowledge of the future and can fend off the threats of competition, government regulation, and rogue events from technology. Yet bigger enterprises may tend towards a delusion: the assumption their formidable size and disciple around uniformity will protect them from risk.

But consider this: last month a single man from Nigeria boarded a plane with explosives hidden in his clothes. He managed to slip past TWO airport security checks. Were it not for his lack of preparedness and the heroic actions of the plane’s passengers, he might have killed hundreds of people. But he did cause disarray in the governments of many countries. And though travelers are not cowering, they are now inconvenienced by inane travel restrictions.

 

So, the bad guy won after all. And worse, the governments of the world did the same-old same-old: they reviewed their rules and decided to unify  and strengthen them.

 

This is not how Nature would respond to a threat. In his intriguing article, Nature's Lessons For Adapting To The Terrorist Threat, Dr. Rafe Sagarin , a research scientist at the University of Arizona, tells us animals survive threats through decentralization. Octopuses’ skin cells change color to adapt to surroundings without a single command from the animals’ nervous system. He says “limited central control and lots of autonomy to individual parts that sense and respond to threats” help the animal quickly evade predators… and become a better predator.

 

Businesses face tradeoffs in an uncertain future. As the world’s economy improves, so do chances for corporate conquest. To seize them, should you find a new balance between centralization and autonomy? Predictability and risk? Standardization and creativity?

 

And for all this, nature is never spent

Panoshot

“God’s Grandeur”
 
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1877

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I am not an avid reader of poetry, but this poem, a gift from a friend, stays close to my heart. I have read it so many times, I can easily recall it from memory. It is so beautiful, so wonderfully crafted, I am compelled to pass it on to you.

Hopkins was a Victorian poet and Catholic priest. Almost all of his poetry evokes or implies God. Sometimes he laments man's departure from his spiritual self. There is no doubt 'Grandeur' is a sermon of sorts, but I share it with you because it is also a poem about nature's resiliency.

Is the world cooling? Heating up? Polluted and overpopulated? The answer to all these questions is probably "yes." But Manley says nature is "never spent" and the morning always "springs." I've read the Earth's day was only eighteen hours in millennia past. Before that it was a furnace with rains of acid and ash. There were several major extinctions. The giant meteor, Nemesis, may have culled the dinosaurs.

Our Earth is older and cooler now. No doubt it will keep changing long after we're gone. And that's the hope: the engine of the world, the complex spirit within, has a long way to go.

People can't sense this anymore. We're "shod," incapable of feeling the soil. Yet the natural response is happening ... even now.
Have heart! Observe the natural world. Extend your perception. And maybe on a nice day, take off your shoes.

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