It takes the time that it takes. We are suckers for speed, enthralled by unnecessary fast focus.
The ideas get introduced. The work gets done. The advice goes noticed. We consume, produce, and disconnect. The revelations occur at rest.
The chase for the security of doneness makes us insecure. The bridge to certainty remains broken, buoyed by partial knowledge.
The road to independent thought accumulates with experience and mastery. The expert treads carefully in an amateur way, dabbling relentlessly, fiddling in a long game of patience and conviction.
As soon as we feel done, the engine begins again. We recast ourselves, ensuring autonomy.