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Vision 2 - The Unbearable Truth

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  The Situation - Red Alert JB , a middle-aged mail spaceship pilot. Starship piloting JB is held not by ropes, but by the cryo-unit's nanoweave swaddle—a tight, absolute embrace mimicking paranoiac wrappings. This material presses against him, preventing his shivering flesh from flying apart under the centrifugal force of his panic. He feels a cold burn and constant helplessness sinking in. His anxiety is a crimson klaxon, a "relentless tempest" of warring thoughts. He is mentally back in the cockpit, but the instruments scream in an alien language; every light and warning signifies impending failure. His pure instinct screams ABORT , yet there is no escape route. Confrontation Rising JB is shown the war of impulses tearing him apart—the "lunge and the retreat". His existence is reduced to the strained gasp: "I live for fucks sake, I don't know.” Full Assault a Violet Firestorm JB responds with explosive, automatic violence, his lungs burning from the...
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jjfbbennett Slide Show

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Being creative is difficult. It requires time, patience and the need to do it. It is important to be creative - not as an artist in the creative industry - but as mind bender to influence and liberate work. As a knowledge worker it is the time spent on creative pursuit that enable innovation in the workplace. Innovation in the workplace requires time, patience and a need to do it. Being creative in the arts sphere is the practice playground for the workplace. It can be eclectic, it can be a doodle, it can out there and or elemental but it provides the canvas for possibility. Thank god for all those internet products that provide a chance to be creative without the hierarchy and the suppression of the arts industry. Art may have served god for many centuries but now creativity can serve the self and the self's need to be an innovative worker.


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