Too Smart for Your Neighbor’s Good

As a practicing software developer, I regret that I must own up to the role software has played in facilitating concentration of risk in our society. By “concentration of risk,” I mean that people (or classes of people) who suffer misfortune are often required to pay more for services, which increases their vulnerability.

Paradoxically, this situation arises due to the desire of those that have wealth to minimize risk and maximize return from passive investments such as lending and insurance. That supports a class of investment and financial advisers who seek to segregate populations into “high-risk” and “low-risk” communities. In the health care industry, that “high-risk” obviously includes someone with a pre-existing condition. “Low risk” would be someone that exercises regularly and moderately and does not smoke.

The advent of computerized information gathering and processing means that identifying and marketing to “low-risk” populations is possible today in ways that were not possible before. Now that might seem to be a good thing – we obviously want to reward responsible behavior such as moderate exercise, and discourage irresponsible behavior such as smoking. Charging people more money is one way of sending those signals.

The difficulty comes when behaviors previously thought to be acceptable are discovered through statistical analysis to be correlated with high cost. Smoking is the obvious example. Many doctors smoked prior to the publication of the cancer studies that resulted in the warning labels on cigarettes. It was a rational choice: smoking helped them to manage stress, and by restricting blood flow in the extremities, helped them to think more clearly.

Even more difficult is when we actually have no control over our risk. Let’s say that we learn that our genes themselves are risk indicators. What are we supposed to do about that? Go back and tell our parents not to have sex?

But this is why it’s called “insurance.” Life is full of circumstances beyond our control – just think of the victim disabled in a head-on collision with a drunk driver.

So far, though, we’ve been considering situations that involve meaningful learning. That’s a desireable application of statistical analysis. But that’s not the kind of analysis that created the two great financial disasters of the modern era: America’s grossly inefficient health care market and the mortgage industry meltdowns. Both of these were driven by risk analysis unrelated to personal conduct.

In the health insurance market, the problem began with the formation of companies that sought to isolate and insure only those that were healthy. They offered tempting premiums to those in traditional full-service health plans, which caused many of them to switch carriers. Unfortunately, this meant that the traditional plans were starved of the premiums that financed care for sick people. To stay in business, the traditional health plans raised premiums, which eventually began to force the sickest people (often disadvantaged as income earners) out of the plan.

Unable to afford insurance due to their pre-existing condition, the chronically ill either went without care or applied for coverage that did not include their preexisting condition. Discovering this trend, the low-cost insurers hired claims agents to vet insurance applications. Then the real catch-22 came in: when the insured became sick with another illness, they were denied coverage because they did not report their pre-existing condition. They paid for insurance, and were denied coverage. Eventually, the profitability of this practice became such that profit-conscious insurers would routinely deny coverage for expensive treatments, forcing patients into lengthy and obscure claims adjustment procedures that they lacked the understanding to navigate.

Let’s be certain that we understand clearly: people who enrolled when not sick and led normal lives became ill, and were denied the benefits of their life-long participation in health insurance because people not so misfortunate were poached away by insurers that offered them lower premiums. Some among those insurers chose to maximize their profits by using complex statements of coverage and simple intimidation to avoid paying expensive claims. In conclusion: the application of sophisticated data analysis techniques distorted the health care coverage system by increasing the number of insurers, and therefore the total cost of its administration, while isolating the sick and poor from health care.

In the mortgage industry, the process was more subtle, and more directly reflected the divorce between financial management and service provision. Historically, banks made money on mortgage interest payments. They provided the money for the home purchase, and carried the risk of default. As the housing market became less and less stable, the large money market banks sought methods to distribute this risk. Sensible enough. They created “mortgage-backed securities”: essentially stocks that pooled mortgages, allowing investors to buy mortgages in bulk without having to administer loans. Particularly for overseas investors, American interest rates represented an attractive premium over those available in their relatively impoverished markets.

There were two twists in the implementation of the program. I’ll focus on the first, because mortgage security risk pools is too arcane for casual discussion.

First, how were banks to make money for placing the loans? They were giving up the long-term revenue of interest payments. There was another source of profit in the mortgage process, however: the closing costs paid on the transaction itself. This was baked into the system however, and so not particularly easy to increase.

So another strategy was chosen: the adjustable-rate mortgage, or ARM. This was structured to enable underqualified buyers to get into a home with low fixed interest rates, with a switch to much higher floating rates after five years. While many home buyers may have thought that improved earnings would allow them to manage the higher payments at five years, downward pressure on wages actually meant that most of them were forced to refinance their mortgage at five years with another ARM. Now this might seem unfair to the mortgage holder, who was losing out on the high interests rates expected after five years. But the holder didn’t have access to the customer – the banks did. And the banks profited because the refinancing allowed them to collect closing costs again.

Eventually, this system went completely out of control. In the aftermath of the 2008 financial meltdown, it was discovered that many of the largest and most aggressive mortgage aggregators (such as CountryWide) routinely falsified loan applications to make the loans appear less risky than they were. Effectively, they were defrauding those buying the loans as securities, and those (such as Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae) that insured them.

Of course, when the system collapsed, it was the homeowners that were hurt the most. A mortgage default is an incredibly abusive process: the homeowner loses all of their equity. Let’s be specific: if you’ve paid off 80% of your mortgage and fall behind on payments on the remainder, ownership of the property is returned to the mortgage holder in full.

For this reason, many states have laws that protect homeowners in the event of default on their primary mortgage. Home-equity loans, however, violate that protection, as does (you guessed it) refinancing.

How did information technology contribute to this mess? By enabling the creation and marketing of mortgage-backed securities.

But my point here is that in both situations, it was the desire to avoid risk and maximize profit that created dysfunctional systems focused solely on profit creation to the detriment of those actually paying for the service – either the patient or the home owner. These are average members of the public who of necessity must trust the expertise of those providing the service, just as the insurance agent or realtor must trust the plumber that comes to unclog their toilet.

Prior to the modern era, one of the fastest ways to wealth was to sell “death insurance” to the poor. This was often a fraud, with the “insurer” skipping town when people began to die. To limit this public nuisance, regulations were established. In the ’90s, however, information technology drove evolution in these industries that did a complete end-run around the regulatory restrictions. It behooves the public to be conscious of that, and to hold their representatives in government responsible for any failure to anticipate and moderate the excesses the ensued.

Called Out on Quotes III

Well, I was going to try to work up a quote from Hume, but I could not track the fragment found in On Kindness (Phillips and Taylor) to its source. I also got into a rather heated debate with IB, and am now too exhausted to organize my thoughts, which were to link Hume’s thought as a rebuttal of the nihilistic philosophy of Hobbes. The fragment says that Hobbes’s position is tenable only to “he who has forgotten the operation of his own heart.”

So, you know, I’m going to quote myself. From the home page out at everdeepning.org, this is the best wisdom that I have. It explains Humes’s observation, and sets forth the only path that I can see freeing us from the consequences of our actions:

Love dissolves the barriers of time and space, allowing energy, wisdom, and understanding to flow between us, and embracing us with the courage, clarity and calm that overcomes obstacles and creates opportunities. When we open our hearts to one another, there is no truth that is not revealed. And – for those that truly love themselves – no impulse to harm that cannot be turned to the purposes of healing and creation.

Called Out on Quotes II

While I was an atheist from ages twelve through forty-one, I was shocked from an early age at what appeared to me to be the casual and heartless misuse of the word “love.” I encountered the writings of F. Scott Peck when I was in college, and wrote a long letter to him after reading The Road Less Traveled. One of my concerns was that Peck seemed to ignore the importance and necessity of self-love. I eventually received a hand-written reply from his personal assistant, though I didn’t recognize the gravity of the personal touch.

It took me until late in my life to realize that most people didn’t share my mania for precision and integrity in their use of words. My ex-wife, an interpreter and rebel against Marxist indoctrination, explained that words were simply a semiotic system that were manipulated to produce the effects we desired. The implications of the observation were lost on me until much later.

As with many people committed to moral principle, I have found myself often feeling that the world is designed to visit cruelty upon the good. Turning the other cheek is a fool’s errand, at least from a practical perspective. But I am constitutionally unable to focus ill will. The trick for me was recognizing that I didn’t have to accept it. I’ve written about this before: heaping coals on somebodies head isn’t necessary when a refusal to accept their ill will causes it to rebound back upon them. While sometimes I give it a little push (thinking “that mind is a lot more fertile territory for you to grow in”), for the most part I try simply to let it pass through me.

The greatest struggle in that discipline occurs when there are concrete consequences to yourself and those dependent upon you. After ten years of living in that fear, I encountered the story of Jakob Boehme, the German Christian and mystic.

Boehme was compelled by mystical experience to write profusely of his experience of grace. The response of the religious authorities of the age was to forbid circulation of his works – even the hand copies produced by his friends. Eventually Boehme was forced to flee, leaving his family to the suffer alone the duress of the Thirty Years war. Boehme voiced his opinion that his faith saved him from persecution, landing on his feet again and again through the intervention of strangers.

The similarity in our stories was striking to me. Among other details, while not forbidden to write, I found myself constantly in confrontation with those that deride Christianity. This could take the form of the lawyer guiding me through my child custody dispute sitting down and joking with his peer about priestly pedophilia (“Abstinence makes the Church grow fondlers”). While on Boy Scout campouts, I would often found my meditations on the beauty around me interrupted by fathers stopping by to dismiss faith as an intellectual fraud. And at work, the owner announced at staff meeting that “you can go to church looking for forgiveness, but I get far more out of knowing the family that runs Cook County.” Finally, as a blogger, I not infrequently find myself confronted by victims of Christian theological abuse that seem to find it necessary to shift their pain.

It is this quote by Jakob Boehme that gave me the strength to grow through my bruised reaction to such events:

If you ask why the Spirit of Love cannot be displeased, cannot be disappointed, cannot complain, accuse, resent or murmur, it is because the Spirit of Love desires nothing but itself.

It is taped to the top of my monitor at work, and affirmed for me every time I see the confidence and strength in the eyes of the sons that I devoted myself to serving.

Boehme’s words have allowed me to confirm that it was the growing power of the Spirit of Love inside of me that made it so difficult for me to hurt others. It was not weakness, but a kind of being born from within. The choice, taken early in my childhood, may have been naive, but, once made, for some reason not one that I could renounce. At this time, I am glad to say, nor is it one that I can ever see regretting.

Called Out on Quotes

Anonymously Autistic has nominated me for the Three Day Quote Challenge. I am torn here, because after a lifetime of avoiding denomination I now have no means of wriggling out of nomination. Except maybe to blame AA for choosing such a great quote that I know that I will never be able to equal her inspiration.

So “Thank-you,” Anna.

Here is my favorite quote, penned by George Bernard Shaw when he sent Man and Superman to his friend Arthur Bingham Walkley:

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I have many reasons for returning to this quotation.

First, the distinction between joy and happiness, the first being something that arises from within while the second is a response to temporary external stimulus.

Secondly, the wisdom (as Jesus suggests in the parable of the talents) that power is not awarded to self-seekers, but only to those that serve. When we honor that compact, we do indeed become like unto a force of nature, causing others to move in sympathy with our purpose, sometimes even against their conscious intention.

And finally the sense that the body is simply an adjunct to spiritual service. I wear my scars without shame.

There are some people that I would like to get quotes from, so I think that I will propagate the challenge. As Anna, I will not be offended if any among you decline.

The challenge rules are:

  1. 3 quotes in 3 days
  2. Thank the person who nominates you
  3. Nominate three more people each day.

Hoo-hah on the last one!

Annointed One, She

I had a beautiful dream this morning.


Pale, so pale, the fires of desire
Languidly pooling within.
I would see you wind-swept, tresses
Streaming, roses in airy worship.

Cool quencher of men’s passions
Once enflaming, merciless burning,
Surrendered also to misused wood,
Be so intemperate in your pity!

For surrendering life for Life,
Heart hungering for life, and
Life answering, passionately reaching
Filling, stretching, pulsing wings of joy

Stream through you, through those tresses,
Aloft in the sunlight amidst feathers and petals,
Each strand adored and adoring, eyes
Aglimmer in fertile futures.

Oh, let me worship at the well of Life
Within you, surrender my Power
Into the waters and soil of creation
Sustained, gentled, tempered protecting.

Shield me, dearest guide, shadow me
Cast the wisdom of your knowing over me
Rising above and over, meaning,
Oh tender breasts caressing, my mind

Guide into your heart, let me serve
You, part you, fulfill you as tender –
Yet with awed tears streaming –
Paroxysms of witnessing.

Live Oaks Matter

When dealing with a problem as large and diffuse as anthropogenic climate change, many of us have a Rubicon to cross. As recently as five years ago, I had practicing engineers tell me that there was no way that our individual impacts could combine to affect a system as large as the Earth. The escalating frequency and power of destructive storms has changed the minds of many of those doubters.

For myself, I never doubted the science, but it was an abstraction until I observed the changes in the Oak Trees when I returned to Livermore in 2004 after being away for ten years. Persistent drought had reduced the level of the Del Valle reservoir by almost thirty feet. When I finally found the opportunity to hike the hills rising from its western shore, I was astonished and dismayed by the battered look of the oak trees. Flaking bark and fallen branches littered the trail, and the sturdy equanimity of forest was replaced by a beaten weariness. When flying into Oakland over the reservoir in the early evening, the rust-colored crowns were evidence that the ecosystem was facing the loss of its keystone species.

These observations were magnified when I visited the IONS retreat center in Petaluma. I had seen isolated instances of sudden oak death along the freeway, but the trees along the ridge around the retreat center were decimated by the scourge. The branches and leaves were coated with a choking fungus. Recent rains had brought new buds that twisted as they suffocated. I reached out to offer a compassionate touch, until a voice warned me that the contact would coat me in spores that would travel with me.

The death of the oak forests was not so visible in Southern California. The coastal ranges come right down to the shore north of Santa Barbara, which seemed to act as a barrier to the spread of the fungus. And the trees in the Thousand Oaks area often line waterways sustained by treatment facility discharges. Even so, my thrice-weekly runs along the Chesebro trails confronted me with evidence of trees in distress.

Other factors also brought me pain: all throughout the West, the native scrub is being wiped out by the European grasses that now sprout up in the aftermath of wildfires. Even on old growth hillsides, shrinking brush has left exposed ground that is overrun by verdant lawn after rains. Where water gathers on fields, the invaders are thick stands of mustard plant. The weeds last only long enough to choke out the native sprouts, then die off, leaving soil at the mercy of the wind. In many places, the chalky lime of the range peeks through under the burnt stems of the sage.

When I took up Bikram yoga to combat my chronic back pain, my contact with these realities lessened. Even moderate exercise causes me to perspire profusely, leaving me in a dehydrated condition that forces me to break posture early in class. So I have given up hiking to refine my posture and prana flow. The disconnection came to the fore when one of the other students remarked that it was nice to see the hills greening again. I had to hold my tongue – I had observed over the winter that the lime green of European grasses was spreading on the burnt ground.

But I had been hooked. As I walked back to my car this morning, I felt the call of the green world. It seemed to say, “Yes, it’s not the way it was. But it is new life. Come and see us!” So when I arrived home, I put on my hiking boots and headed up the trail.

WP_20160220_13_36_30_Rich_LITo be confronted with a large Valley Oak that had shed its lowest limb in a recent storm. The wound, so evocative of a screaming face, shocked me into recollection of the frightening dark forest of the Witch of the East in the Wizard of Oz. The sight was leavened somewhat by the sunflowers propped up against the trunk. I stopped to place my hands against the deep bark, and willed the matriarch to live, but she was weary. It was time to let go. So I offered the hope that a new sprout would rise under her guidance to provide new expression.WP_20160220_13_38_33_Rich_LI

I wish I could say that it was an isolated experience, but not a hundred yards up the trail I encountered another casualty. This friend had lost its crown, probably more than a year ago. The lower limbs were thick with brushy twigs, made bare by the winter weather. This determined manifestation of the will to survive was contradicted by the evidence in the bark of a tree that stretched its lowest branch across Chesebro from the far side. The pattern of bark discoloration suggested that it, too, would be diminished in the near future.

While the Valley Oaks seemed doomed, the Coastal Live Oak, less grand in their ambitions, seem still to thrive. They lose their limbs, but even hollowed out, they channel water through the cambrium, reaching up and out to paint the sky with green.

But as I strode away from the arroyo to cut my way home along the road, the future was painted in bright green. After the last wildfire roared up Chesebro Canyon in 2004, the forest service attempted to demark and maintain native species restoration plots. Often no more than ten feet on a side, the chicken wire was often lost in a sea of mustard plant, and while steadfastly maintained, the drought yet murdered the native plants that had evolved to survive the dry months of our Mediterranean climate. The future was obvious on the slope above the trail head: stunted oak saplings, ringed by white plastic tubes to protect them from the deer, evoked a military graveyard against the backdrop of the European grass that coated the slope in a hyperactive green.WP_20160220_14_11_23_Rich_LI

Future Challenge

During conversations at work this week, I was reminded of how fortunate we are in America. A Veitnamese engineer observed that he was astonished by the amount of emotional energy we build in our presidential campaigns, when in fact nothing changes when an new occupant sits in the Oval Office. In Vietnam, people would take their money and bury it out in a field, because they didn’t know whether they would be forced from their homes after an election. And those serving in high office might find themselves jailed or executed.

This sentiment was echoed by our Hungarian visitor, the majority owner who complained that US policy had transformed Syrian, Egypt and Libya from stable dictatorships into violent anarchies. Of course, that’s not what happened – we simply chose not to throw our weight behond the dictators when their people rose against them. And the anarchy that resulted is symptomatic of nations whose institutions have been weakened by purges. Without any experienced leadership, those assuming power have to build civil society from ground zero against the resistance of those that benefited from the cronyism used by dictators to spread influence from government into the economic sector. The economic elite knows that dictatorship is essential to its privilege, and works hard to justify its restoration.

Among American youth, the evidence of recidivism in liberated lands must be demoralizing. They fought and died to create the opportunity for change in Afghanistan and Iraq, and now the societies tear themselves apart in ethnic conflict and class warfare. Any such frustration would only strengthen the political anomie that I hear expressed by young engineers, hair-cutters and baristas.

What saddens me about this is that the coming generation, while facing enormous burdens, also has awesomely powerful tools available to it. My youngest son complains that modern educational standards far surpass those required of my generation, but I remember in high school having to drive down to UCLA to get source materials for my AP History reports. When he was struggling last year with a paper covering the prophetic writings of Verne, Asimov and Clarke, I shared my perspective, and he came back thirty minutes later reporting that he had been able to find supporting references through the search engines.

In social action, Facebook and other engines (some devoted solely to social action) allow organization across geographic and cultural boundaries. They have their defects – internet trolls have mastered the subtle sociology of fomenting hostility. But researchers at MIT and elsewhere are using network theory and content analysis to identify such actors. I expect that within the next three years we’ll see a blooming of collaborative social communities on the internet.

As that process evolved, particularly among business leaders used through years of social media to transparency in their relationships, we’ll eventually reach a tipping point in social control. The relationships established and maintained online will evolve so rapidly that they’ll be beyond the control of bricks-and-mortar tyrannies.

What is critical is that the youth of the world recognize that they are still working within systems dominated by relationships established through face-to-face interactions. They need to temper their expectations for progress until they have managed to infiltrate those systems. That may seem counter-revolutionary, but it’s simply the way of the world. While the opportunities of the future seem obvious to our youth, the world is not structured at this time to transmit power through those channels. They need to pull up their bootstraps and play the role of midwife to the future that awaits their children.

Secret Freedom

The NY Times published an opinion piece today on the confrontation between the US government and Apple over the forensic access to the encrypted data on Syed Farook’s cell phone – Farook being the perpetrator of the San Bernardino attacks in solidarity with ISIS.

The bug-a-boo raised by Apple is that if the accede to the US government’s request, a legal precedent will be established that will allow any government to demand that Apple assist in unlocking the contents of a cell phone. Included is that suggestion that any hack provided by Apple could make it into the wild, allowing anyone to unlock the data on any cell phone.

Let’s be specific about the details: the iPhone has a security feature that automatically erases all of your data if you fail to enter the encryption password correctly some number of times in a row. Now this is an interesting feature – Allah forbid that you should forget your password. It would seem that it would be in the interests of the owner to have some recovery mechanism. And after the incident, obviously the US government has legal possession of the phone. So why, as the owner, can’t it recover the data it owns?

The op-ed once again raises the specter of Edward Snowden, claiming that Snowden demonstrated that the government was spying on US citizens. As I recall, Snowden did nothing of the sort – what he showed is that the US government placed inadequate controls on access to surveillance systems by unauthorized subcontractors.

So I find it disingenuous that Apple refuses to assist the government with its investigation. Apple doesn’t have to release any code to the government – it could take the cell phone into its facilities, apply the patch, and provide the government with the data. Obviously, this is something that it can do currently for anyone, given sufficient inducement. Is the US government really out of line in its demands?

Being that Apple is big and bad enough to stand up to the US government, obviously it believes that it can stand up to the Chinese government. Or could it? Let’s say that China threatened to terminate production of iPhones in China if Apple didn’t break the encryption on a dissident’s cell phone. What would Apple do? Given that the principal driver for Apple’s stance is profit (which is why they outsourced to China in the first place), it might actually be that Apple would simply cave quietly behind the scenes.

Which is another open question: the big data services collect huge amounts of information on their customers. What do they do with it? Frustrating the government’s request to have access to data it owns is an amusing diversionary tactic. While Microsoft has large corporations looking over its shoulder,  nobody monitors Apple’s use of your data, nor Google’s use. Shouldn’t we be demanding some oversight?

I would be less skeptical of Apple’s motives if Cook was willing to recognize that there is a legitimate concern regarding information secrecy. I might argue that attempts to strengthen safeguards in the aftermath of the judge’s order is tantamount to aiding and abetting. If Apple clearly stated an ethical position, with guidelines regarding the conditions under which it will cooperate with governments to recover data, then I think that they would further the debate. As it is, I am afraid that he’s pandering to those that have good reasons for wanting to keep secrets – the criminal set.

The Struggle for Truth

When I was last asked to speak at my employer’s all-hands meeting, it was in a context of crisis in our relationship with our biggest customer. The tone of internal discussions was denigrating, focusing on their manipulative contract negotiations and technical indecision.

I had been privy to two experiences, however, that gave me a different perspective on the matter. The first occurred during a site visit to the Netherlands. The other three representatives got smashed each night, which is a way of maintaining a coherent gestalt. My approach was rather to walk gently among our hosts. When we went to look at the machine that they were upgrading, I crouched down to look at the cable route, wondering how in the heck they would be moved to replace a critical component. The mechanical designer, who had projected some hostility regarding the project, stepped behind me, and I suddenly understood that a wing nut on a retaining bar, if loosened, would allow me to bend the cables out of the way. I turned around to find him looking approvingly at me.

The second experience occurred during a reciprocal visit to our facility. We produce electronics that can fail catastrophically, and the customer works in the health care industry. The lead engineer asked specifically whether we had tested the logic that prevented this failure mode, emphasizing that “in no circumstances can we have a fire in the operating theater.” He was assured that we had manually tested the fault logic, forcing the failure mode and verifying that power was shut down.

Four months after deploying the solution, our electronics caught fire in the operating room. The assurances offered to our customer were simply a lie.

It was in part to counter-act the mounting hostility that I offered this perspective:

As engineers, we come in every day to wrestle against the laws of nature to help our customers do things that most people think are impossible. In that struggle, fighting against our competition is far less rewarding that fighting against nature for our customers. When we fight for our customers, we enter into their dreams. They offer us their insights and understanding, and help us to make our products better.

Our customer understood that fundamental difference in me. Even though my role was limited to creation of software that integrated with their user interface, I was the first person they contacted whenever a problem came up. They knew that I wouldn’t pull out the contract or demand irrefutable proof that the problem was in our equipment. I would sit down and try to emulate their scenario so that we could evaluate the problem on our end. In turn, they would get a rapid assessment of likelihood that would help them to focus efforts on their end.

This attitude was emphasized by a comment made by the lead engineer in a discussion of welfare policy. He said,

If somebody wants to go fishing every day, I would rather that he just didn’t come in to work. I’d be happy to see him paid to fish, if that meant that I wouldn’t have to fix the problems in his work.

This is the experience of all creative people: in the end, everything that we do is a new form of truth. Creating that truth means living in truth, and the more people that are embraced in that circle, the greater are the challenges we can overcome. That trust can only be sustained when the team members take pride and find satisfaction in the work that they do. Conversely, when falsehood enters that circle, the creative process is corrupted by indecision and mistrust. Everyone runs around checking and double-checking the facts, and defending themselves against blame.

In over thirty years as a professional, the factor that most commonly creates mistrust is when a party representing the market seizes control of creative decision making. Because they do not contribute to the creative process, ultimately they can only justify tyrannical authority by attacking the work of the creative team. Because they don’t understand the creative process, the tyrant’s attacks are arbitrary and often false. As the team fragments, more and more control is asserted, with individuals promoted and demoted largely based upon personal loyalty rather than actual creative capability. Worse, those in the creative team that decry the loss of team cohesion are pushed aside, because to recognize the validity of their perspective is to undermine the power of the tyrant.

The shift that is necessary to resolve this philosophical conundrum was proposed ten years ago out at everdeepening.org. I offered these definitions:

Power is the ability to make reality conform to our intention.

Will is a measure of our ability to sustain an engagement with reality.

Strength is power over the self.

Authority is awarded by constituents when power is validated by expressions of love.

In any situation, a resort to lies degrades power, because lies are against reality. To lie is also to flee from reality, which is a failure of will. To the sophisticated observer, then, it is a sign of personal weakness. As a violation of both self-love and as an attack on the creative team, lies undermine authority. When that trust is lost, the creative team loses its faith that accomplishment will receive satisfactory rewards. Their motivation undermined, the only way that the tyrant can maintain control, then, is to run around telling people what to do.

From these, it follows that in engineering organizations the role of senior management is in securing the cohesion of the creative team. That means giving credit where credit is due. If the team fails, nature will let them know. To the degree that success is achieved, it is the role of marketing and sales to target opportunities that will produce sustaining revenues.

The difficulty of sustaining this organizational cohesion is so daunting that anyone achieving such success will find that people flock to their defense when they are threatened. To people who care only about creating new truth, such a loss would be a tragedy without parallel.

About Superdelegates

So the news is out that Bernie Sander’s supporters, who won the New Hampshire primaries by 22% but collected only a split on the delegates, want super delegates to conform to the popular vote.

Super delegates are Democratic Party members who have worked over many years to create the infrastructure that the Socialist from Vermont is using to fuel his presidential candidacy. They exist to prevent hot-heads and late-comers from hijacking that infrastructure to undermine the Party’s principles.

So, Sanders supporters, if you want to amend the rules to facilitate an outsider’s candidacy, I suggest that you start your own party. Otherwise, dig in for the long haul and vote Democratic – not just when a fashionable Messiah shows up that you abandon when he can’t deliver against your unreasonable expectations.

As occurred with Obama in 2010, a debacle that we’re going to spend decades digging out from under.