On this morning's ride into work, my friend noticed a flock of Canadian geese flying over. They were headed south, efficiently cutting through the air in a V formation like Tour de France riders at the front of the peloton. My friend said something like, "I don't think any longer about why geese fly south in the winter. I know it is because the ones that didn't are not around anymore."
Right. He escaped the mechanistic details of why in favor of something simple that exists on the other side of that complexity.
We live in a world of elimination. Everything is tried and most is discarded. Many attempts at success are just too much of a stretch for nature to allow. The process of elimination is a universal law. Gorges are carved by rivers, geese fly south because the ones who didn’t died, and CBS cancels sitcoms because they don't get ratings. In the face of the overwhelming probability of elimination, an opportunity to spend a little time in the limelight of our sun is rare, but if you are here it seems like effortless certainty.
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