Grasshopper, Dead Ahead!

Master Po: [once he defeats young man] Ha, ha, never assume because a man has no eyes he cannot see. Close your eyes. What do you hear? 

Young Caine: I hear the water, I hear the birds. 
Master Po:  Do you hear your own heartbeat? 

Young Caine: No. 
Master Po:  Do you hear the grasshopper that is at your feet? 

Young Caine: Old man, how is it that you hear these things? 
Master Po: Young man, how is it that you do not?

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Just as the Titanic struck its grasshopper, are you careening toward disaster that would be averted but for your din of busyness.  

What would you do right now were someone to flip the breaker and take the battery from your phone and laptop.  Where would that leave you.

Do you see beyond your email and IM clients, your RSS feeds and podcasts.  What remains.  

Is your info-noise habit nothing more than firefighting foam that you rake in with both hands, even while it smothers your gasp.

You're up on everything? and nothing?

Look in a new way.

Look no further, Mr. Kim.  I'm your man.

Together we step away from the noise, see what we see.  (It is there, after all.)

Come back for more.

Unless you are satisfied.