Chasing Moby Dick
Truth. The first line to cross and the last frontier to reach.
It's often used to mean being in accord with facts and reality. There are numerous theories like correspondence theory that emphasise that true beliefs and true statements correspond to the actual state of affairs. This was the bread and butter of Socrates & al. But what if the truth is not one fold but it's maybe two fold, maybe thousand fold. Say I discuss an issue concerning marketing with a person that has no knowledge in that field. That person has an opinion. I have an opinion, maybe a degree or two more educated one but nevertheless an opinion. In marketing we find truth in focus groups. In sports it dwells deep in the arsehole of the beholder. This truth that is hard to see is the essence of chasing Moby Dick.
In a blink suspicious reader may find no correlation between a great American novel, marketing, sports or truth for that matter. Like often the case, a blink is not the whole story. We can thin-slice our hearts content but still be far from what's really happening.
In the story Captain Ahab hunts viciously the white whale Moby Dick. Bordering obsession. In sports we have no shortage of dicks. Markets are over saturated. Call this the first coherence - the dick factor.
Moby Dick has several themes but the most important of them is the difficulty of seeing and understanding. Which in turn makes the reality hard to discover and truth hard to pin down. This is the second coherence - the truth factor.
We all chase the paper, the glory, the result. We chase the Moby Dick. The third coherence - chasing the Moby Dick.
So in a nutshell we navigate an universe devoid of the ultimate truth surrounded by enough dicks to last a few lifetimes and aiming for the touchdown. The first two coherences operate on different levels - the first being an environmental aspect and the second a fundamental flaw in thinking. The third - what you achieve defines you and your integrity and only touchdowns and field goals matter in the end. You don't get good being bad.
Seeing the world sounds a pretty simple task. See it but do you see it or just what you think you see. How we filter our senses? We hear a lot of how things are like this or like that. How the things are then, I dare not answer. But have a quite educated view of how they are not, of how we will ever achieve our goals, of how organisations suck ass and of how the indespicable athletes path made by such organisations leads only to oblivion. And this is just a scratch of the surface. Because.
We all know that we can lead a horse to the water but we can't force the horse to drink, like we can put a man through school but can't force him think. It is waste of time in true manner of Don Quixote and tilting at windmills. These are the fights you should not stay at, instigate or be any part of. This is the Holy Dickversum. Not everyone gets it. They be the dicks. The haters. They are not build to get it. Or do it.
It would be very easy if we all would work for the same goal. We say we do but we don't - in sports. It's the ultimate hypocrisy. We got the wrong people in the right places and this makes things difficult. Worth the struggle yes but it all could be avoided. Just fire the dick that controls the pools to some degree where we roll and things would get easier. Make it rain. Make it shower. This is the truth, undisputed, that there are things we could do, should do. There is a reason why deadweight should be abbreviated E.N. instead of like it is.
Folks like this kill the soul. And without soul we lose something we can't necessarily get back that easily. For the sports. I would like to announce that the Roc Boys are in the house tonight (the drinks are not on the house). But what this means...
Remember that hands on feeling you had when you where actually a part of something. This is what it means. The first set is about the dicks. They are an intro. What happens next is the play. And we play. You play too. That's the best part. This is Public Enemy and Fight the power. This is John Lennon and Imagine. Imagine there would be a day you can fight the power and make this something you imagined. For you and those who follow you. Let's take it back to the roots. This was never meant to be handled behind a desk. This was never meant to be disconnected from the source. The shit now is wacky. Fuck it. Claim back what was yours. Sports could be a community once again. What are we divided for.
It's often used to mean being in accord with facts and reality. There are numerous theories like correspondence theory that emphasise that true beliefs and true statements correspond to the actual state of affairs. This was the bread and butter of Socrates & al. But what if the truth is not one fold but it's maybe two fold, maybe thousand fold. Say I discuss an issue concerning marketing with a person that has no knowledge in that field. That person has an opinion. I have an opinion, maybe a degree or two more educated one but nevertheless an opinion. In marketing we find truth in focus groups. In sports it dwells deep in the arsehole of the beholder. This truth that is hard to see is the essence of chasing Moby Dick.
In a blink suspicious reader may find no correlation between a great American novel, marketing, sports or truth for that matter. Like often the case, a blink is not the whole story. We can thin-slice our hearts content but still be far from what's really happening.
In the story Captain Ahab hunts viciously the white whale Moby Dick. Bordering obsession. In sports we have no shortage of dicks. Markets are over saturated. Call this the first coherence - the dick factor.
Moby Dick has several themes but the most important of them is the difficulty of seeing and understanding. Which in turn makes the reality hard to discover and truth hard to pin down. This is the second coherence - the truth factor.
We all chase the paper, the glory, the result. We chase the Moby Dick. The third coherence - chasing the Moby Dick.
So in a nutshell we navigate an universe devoid of the ultimate truth surrounded by enough dicks to last a few lifetimes and aiming for the touchdown. The first two coherences operate on different levels - the first being an environmental aspect and the second a fundamental flaw in thinking. The third - what you achieve defines you and your integrity and only touchdowns and field goals matter in the end. You don't get good being bad.
Why the Second Coherence is so hard to get?
Seeing the world sounds a pretty simple task. See it but do you see it or just what you think you see. How we filter our senses? We hear a lot of how things are like this or like that. How the things are then, I dare not answer. But have a quite educated view of how they are not, of how we will ever achieve our goals, of how organisations suck ass and of how the indespicable athletes path made by such organisations leads only to oblivion. And this is just a scratch of the surface. Because.
It's a bitter pill to swallow that you suck ass
We all know that we can lead a horse to the water but we can't force the horse to drink, like we can put a man through school but can't force him think. It is waste of time in true manner of Don Quixote and tilting at windmills. These are the fights you should not stay at, instigate or be any part of. This is the Holy Dickversum. Not everyone gets it. They be the dicks. The haters. They are not build to get it. Or do it.
It was never meant to be easy
It would be very easy if we all would work for the same goal. We say we do but we don't - in sports. It's the ultimate hypocrisy. We got the wrong people in the right places and this makes things difficult. Worth the struggle yes but it all could be avoided. Just fire the dick that controls the pools to some degree where we roll and things would get easier. Make it rain. Make it shower. This is the truth, undisputed, that there are things we could do, should do. There is a reason why deadweight should be abbreviated E.N. instead of like it is.
Folks like this kill the soul. And without soul we lose something we can't necessarily get back that easily. For the sports. I would like to announce that the Roc Boys are in the house tonight (the drinks are not on the house). But what this means...
Makes you feel like you felt when you where feeling
Remember that hands on feeling you had when you where actually a part of something. This is what it means. The first set is about the dicks. They are an intro. What happens next is the play. And we play. You play too. That's the best part. This is Public Enemy and Fight the power. This is John Lennon and Imagine. Imagine there would be a day you can fight the power and make this something you imagined. For you and those who follow you. Let's take it back to the roots. This was never meant to be handled behind a desk. This was never meant to be disconnected from the source. The shit now is wacky. Fuck it. Claim back what was yours. Sports could be a community once again. What are we divided for.
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