… is that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. For sure, sometimes I want the right information and the right time. Train timetables to Oxford, what wires go where on an extractor fan.
But I also I want to find things that are challenging, books that make me think, music that’s surprisingly good, things that are outside my frame of reference, but close enough for me to appreciate, indicators that I’m getting it wrong (again).
Searching for those things is hard. It involves my willing to be open to the new, and it involves other people, who know me or who can at least empathise, whom I trust, and whom I respect to help me narrow down what I’m looking for. It tends, rather than involve the Google’s of this world, to involve relationships.
And a whole heap of failure.