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Wednesday, 24 September 2008 |
By Donald Mitchell
 When I was growing up in California, I liked to go to the fun house at Pacific Ocean Park in Santa Monica. There was a house of glass, and it was a maze that was hard to get through. People who felt around to find the glass did better than those who simply blundered forward in whatever direction they had been going.
If you did it often enough, you learned to look down at the floor. Near the carpet, you could tell which side of the cubicle you were in had no glass.
Naturally, if you did this often enough, you simply memorized the way out.
I was born optimistic, but that experience confirmed my view. My optimism was based on seeing better ways to proceed.
But there was a problem with my optimism; it was limited to improvements that I could effortlessly see.
There was an irony about my ability to see better ways to accomplish things: I actually couldn't see very well unless something was a few inches from my face. I was legally blind but |
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