When reading about nemawashi I immediately thought about its usage in software refactoring.

This is something you often intuitively do when making bigger refactors. Lay the foundations before actually doing it. Affected code parts and stakeholders should not be surprised by one big change. Instead they should be consulted before hand, building consensus, modify the planned big refactor itself and preparing the individual parts for it by small changes. Otherwise you will encounter a lot of friction, introduce bugs, etc.

It is very nice to have a proper term for this.

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- unconscious incompetence

- conscious incompetence

- conscious competence

- unconscious competence

At first you are unable to do something, but you don't even know it. Then you learn about your incompetence and begin to work on it. Eventually due to conscious effort you achieve conscious competence. Doing it long enough you don't need to spend conscious effort to be competent - you just do it, and you do it well.

I think this unconscious competence is very similar to Wu Wei.

Maybe I am old-fashioned, but I still think humans should be able to do basic life actions without a smartphone.

Only 11.5% barely notice them or can completely tune them out. 88.5% are annoyed by them with varying degrees of annoyance.

But maybe I am confusing "Deutschlandtakt 2070" and the electrification of the tracks.

But remembering Battlestar Galactica, cutting the interconnectivity was the prominent defense against cylons.

They don't even say how to opt-out.

[1] https://www.ngdc.noaa.gov/geomag/GeomagneticPoles.shtml

hǫfn is "old norse" for harbour or port. Now going to wiktionary and following the etymology:

hǫfn: From Proto-Germanic *habanō, *habnō (“harbour, haven”).

habanō: From Proto-Indo-European *kh₂póneh₂ or *kh₂pnéh₂, from the root *keh₂p- (“to take, seize, grasp”).

Other germanic words (like german "Hafen") for harbour/port also have a very similar lineage and derive from this "to take, seize, grasp".

So basically the harbour is the place you go to, when you are going "to take, seize, grasp", like when you invade other countries by sea.*

    ```latin-py
    """Haec definitio vicini elementos in arr in spatio n a puncto (x, y) repperit."""
    definio vicini(arra: lista, x: numerus, y: numerus, n: numerus) -> lista:
        """Resultatus in quem vicini elementi addentur."""
        resultato: lista = []
        # Maximum quod x possit esse.
        riga_maximus: numerus = max(0, x-n)
        # Minimum quod x possit esse.
        riga_minimum: numerus = min(longitudo(arra)-1, x+n)
        # Maximum quod y possit esse.
        colonna_maximus: numerus = max(0, y-n)
        # Minimum quod y possit esse.
        colonna_minimum: numerus = min(longitudo(arra[0])-1, y+n-1)
        # Itero per intervallum rigarum
        pro i in intervallum(riga_maximus, riga_minimum+1):
            # Itero per intervallum columnarum
            pro j in intervallum(colonna_maximus, colonna_minimum):
                # Addo elementum ad resultatum.
                resultato.adde((i, j))
        # Redire ad resultatum.
        redire resultato
    ```

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And at this point I felt the truth burning within me like a sharp flame, that there was some role for everybody but it was not one which he himself could choose, re-cast and regulate to his own liking. One had no right to want new gods, no right at all to want to give the world anything of that sort! There was but one duty for a grown man; it was to seek the way to himself, to become resolute within, to grope his way forward wherever that might lead him. The discovery shook me profoundly; it was the fruit of this experience. I had often toyed with pictures of the future, dreamed of roles which might be assigned to me --- as a poet, maybe, or prophet or painter or kindred vocation.

All that was futile. I was not there to write poetry, to preach or paint; neither I nor any other man was there for that purpose. They were only incidental things. There was only one true vocation for everybody - to find the way to himself.

He might end as poet, lunatic, prophet or criminal - that was not his affair; ultimately it was of no account. His affair was to discover his own destiny, not something of his own choosing, and live it out wholly and resolutely within himself.

Anything else was merely a half life, an attempt at evasion, an escape into the ideals of the masses, complacency and fear of his inner soul. The new picture rose before me, sacred and awe-inspiring, a hundred times glimpsed, possibly often expressed and now experienced for the first time.

I was an experiment on the part of nature, a 'throw' into the unknown, perhaps for some new purpose, perhaps for nothing and my only vocation was to allow this 'throw' to work itself out in my inner most being, feel its will within me and make it wholly mine. That or nothing!