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My son’s mind is perpetually generating new ideas and his pockets weighted with an eclectic assortment of mysterious pieces void of rhyme or reason.  His notebooks are filled with blueprints and lists, evidence of philosophical engineering.  Filed unsystematically among his homework papers I uncovered a list in his rushed penmanship titled: Robot.  He proceeded to map a plan on folded up, forgotten paper.

1. take classes
2. buy gadgets
3. buy equipment
4. design robot
5. hire volunteer professionals & experts for free
6. build parts
7. assemble
8. etc.
9. win Nobel Prize
10. pay Dad back
11. throw this list away casually

I am missing information, but the self-assurance underlying his plan is spectacular.  I wonder when we stop reaching for the moon and focus on the space between our steps.

Tagged: Dreams

§ One Response to the robot

• JC says:

  May 10, 2011 at 9:03 am

  I kind of hope he never does — stop reaching for the moon, that is. His vision and tenacity are going to change the world.

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