The Right Hands

"Tesla shareholders have voted to approve a plan to motivate Elon Musk with a bonus of as much as $1 trillion in additional stock. Musk had threatened on social media to leave the company if the measure was rejected. He claimed he wanted a big enough ownership stake in Tesla so that he couldn't be fired, so the 'robot army' he is developing doesn't fall into the wrong hands."

The proper reaction is "'The wrong hands'? So Elon Fricking Musk represents the right hands? He's Mr. Reasonable?"

But it's broader than that. It's always broader than you think. The escape route from this stifling box is to train oneself to fan out one's attention. Resist the contagious urge to simply fixate on the "proper reaction."

In this case: do you know anyone who'd never question whether they truly know best? Or consider whether they're truly deserving of the responsibility, trust, and acclaim they thirstily seek? Me, I hardly know anyone not like that. In fact, I can't name a single person who'd lightly challenge a daffy notion randomly wafting into their mind. The contents of our minds feel pre-approved. Their mere existence in the most vaunted vault in all creation makes them inherently, unimpeachably, solid gold.

We're all Elon Musk on this bus.