Nicholas Thompson on why Elon Musk’s decision to open up all of Tesla’s patents is a risky, but shrewd, move: http://nyr.kr/1lhZRPl
“Musk isn’t entirely an altruist. Tesla makes electric cars, and will only succeed if the entire electric-vehicle industry succeeds. It needs other companies to help build charging stations, to improve batteries, and to change the perception that only rich guys in open-collared dress shirts drive these things.”
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“If a man or woman living among you in one of the towns the Lord gives you is found doing evil in the eyes of the Lord your God in violation of his covenant, and contrary to my command has worshiped other gods, bowing down to them or to the sun or the moon or the stars in the sky, and this has been brought to your attention, then you must investigate it thoroughly. If it is true and it has been proved that this detestable thing has been done in Israel, take the man or woman who has done this evil deed to your city gate and stone that person to death.”
“You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.”
I found a dollar the other day. Just a dollar. The amount was such that I actually considered passing it by for another person who had more time. That was confusing in itself since I’d always been one to stop and pick up a penny. What was more impactful about the encounter was the sticky note stuck to it. “Pass on the blessing,” it read. My initial reaction to the note was, “That’s dumb. If I ‘pass on the blessing,’ how am I blessed?” I pocketed my new-found treasure and went on with my day.
That evening, as I stomped down the stairs to catch my train after a particularly rough day, a person (who was either homeless or in desperate need of money to shower and do laundry) approached me, “Can you spare any change?” I apologized and offered my usual spiel, “Sorry, I don’t have cash.”
Walking away, I braced myself for the guilt; but I remembered my dollar. The most vivid part of this whole situation was my thought process (or lack thereof) in offering this woman my dollar. The money I handed over didn’t even feel like mine in that moment; it felt like someone else’s—this woman’s—and I was just holding on to it for her. I didn’t have to think about it. Up until then, I don’t think I’d ever given someone something without some sort of selfish motive. Even with gifts given to others out of love, I still enjoyed seeing their appreciation and awaited their thanks; that may not be necessarily “selfish” per se. But this time, my thoughts were, “Of course I have a dollar for you. I can’t keep this.”
Now I’m stuck thinking what the key is to unlocking the secret to this rare moment of altruism many argue doesn’t even exist in the human experience.
“Experience is the mother of truth; and by experience we learn wisdom.”