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We use our own body to make poetry. There is no fiddle, there is no paint, it’s the air that comes out of your body shaped in ways that have evolved and that are controlled by our brain. 
We haven’t fundamentally made work something different than it is, but we’ve really got people to rethink how they’re doing the work itself. 
I came to the full realization that there is no formula for life. And a perfect job, a house, a business or a spouse is an illusion of our mind trying to bring order to a life that has none.
“Today I’m going to work on my water machine to supply clean water to 4 billion people.” Dean Kamen wouldn’t be able to say that unless he happened to be an eternal optimist.
I don’t think we’ve conceptualized yet well enough how the brain gets its job done to abstract all of that activity in our brain into meaningful units to which we can then think about how to move those around to build a brain.