You’re in a town, and it’s raining, hard. You have two dams holding back the water, but enough money to repair only one. Thankfully, only one starts to break. So you repair the one that is fine, in perfect working order. You reward success, not failure. You let the leaking one fall apart, blame it for not holding together. You tout the example of the dam that is now double reinforced, a proud dam, that deserves to stand tall because because it’s harder working. And you never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever figure out why you’re up to your neck in water.
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