mag·nan·i·mous
/maɡˈnanəməs/
adjective
generous or forgiving, especially toward a rival or less powerful person.

The unintended consequence of accomplishing my goal of being present and *in the moment* is that I find myself without the deep pools of thought that used to be my swimming holes. In the before times, when meditation was just a neato intention, I used to let my mind sink into the Waters of Ponder and frolic gaily until I could connect the dots on things that I wanted to espouse grandeur.

Now that I’ve found my way to daily meditation (most days), this shift has required — as with everything — some adjustment. Where before I used to wander around lost in thought until a piece came together, I’m now noticing that I write differently in each of the spaces I occupy. Facebook was for one thing, Instagram another, Scrivner one entirely different. No matter, but worth noting. This place (Medium) is where I drip-dried my way through all those thoughts that needed to hit big; the place where I came to be a literary sniper — to aim and fire, wipe my weapon, and walk away. The adjustment has become an intentional “drive” to this “office” wellllllllll before I’m prepared to be here (thus this lengthy introspection that’s likely offputting and rambling; don’t care).

It’s intriguing, the things I notice now that I’ve given my brain both the permission and ability to do so.

The world is starkly delineated right now; full of dark and light, with clearly defined separations of yin and yang, the resulting polarization straining the fabric of humanity.

It’s impossible to be awash in Nikola’s words like I am to not see how very far he stood on one end of the spectrum from what we’re seeing in the outgoing president. For all that they are both brilliant (in their own ways) and are legacy builders (in.their.own.ways) they are night and light. As I prepared a FB post for the project today, I delighted in the magic of words as I looked up magnanimous to see if I’d correctly remembered what it meant. Again, it was a shocking reminder of the polarity in our nation, a shocking reminder of the needed transition away from The Old Way, one that has failed us so often, one that (perhaps) was useful for progress, but whose time has come and gone.

MAGA < Magnanimity

The Old Way < The Tesla Way

Nikola could be the poster child for Magnanimity.

Wikipedia says this: Magnanimity is the virtue of being great of mind and heart. It encompasses, usually, a refusal to be petty, a willingness to face danger, and actions for noble purposes.

Trump builds selfishly, builds for now, builds without thought or consideration to anyone beyond his own gain, his own notoriety, his own desires. He will continue to do so until his death. He is The Old Way.

A legacy built as such will rust and turn to cold metal filings; it will not last into perpetuity.

Tesla built selflessly, built for the future, built with unyielding thought and consideration for others, giving nary a thought to his own fame. Even in moments when he sought the spotlight, when he pushed forward to cloak himself in it, he saw the other people occupying it and dropped his claim.

His legacy has already far-outlived him. It will continue to do so long into the future. Where there is no corrosion, there can be no rust.

I suppose, so often, it was Tesla’s ability to SEE that set him apart. Whether grand vision, a singular invention, or another inventor, his inimitable perspective made his legacy grand, far-reaching, and truly magnanimous.

Mom | Explorer | Wonderer | Lover | Literary sniper. Chase what matters; ignore the rest.

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