Hi Gian, A pleasure to meet your virtual acquaintance!
Looks like we're both to whatever extent buffeted by the stuff that surrounds us. I reckon collaboration is damn fine way to go. But where to start though? That's the thing isn't it?
A ramble usually works. I have a cup of tea, the kids are at school, I have some moments to try and lay an introduction.
I see dissent as a positive thing. It exists in anticipation of improvement.
What is to be dissented?
What is to be improved?
Where is the path?
How do we find it?
How do we manage to to remain upon it?
For me, this dissent business is more a state of mind, an approach. I don't readily jump to soapbox particularities) or at least I don't think I do). I find myself asking why, and how and what if? The process is always accentuated in the face of an absolute value: You can't do this. It must be done like this. That is wrong. This is the only way. As it was, so it shall be. Such things are irresistible challenges. When presented with content framed as a necessary connection, the urge to track the exception is catalytic. Am I triggered in to dissenting from confines?
If we're talking about breaking chains of assumption, Hume's the daddy. Just because it happened, doesn't mean it will happen again. Proposing to untangle cause from effect is some serious dissenting! We are not worthy! Its a humbling thing.
My dissent is possibly one of opportunity and response. I am unable to operate in linear, predictable, plan-able ways. It's partly that time vacuum thing. If its a structural metaphor we're after, I feel I'm supposed to be New York. Large, sprawling, rich in diversity, but navigable with a blindfold. Gridded into predictability. Instead I'm more (not in any grand way) like Venice. Just throw the map away already. A path will go where it will go. Do not resist.
Pay attention to what's in front. Pay attention to now. Preparation exists on some notional plane somewhere. But that's for others.
So I attempt a breach of the pressurised hull that keeps me contained, drifting in the lost depths of my something or other. Opportunities like this are too precious. Amongst other things, they serve to remind me to stick the bloody periscope up now and then, and see what the hell is going on out there.
Collaboration is a life saver for me. Its a way to stay in the race when your tanks are blown. Pass the baton, take five. Get ready, its coming back.
Work in bursts. Its ok. Leave the grid. Wander. Find dead ends. Talk to others.
Do the school run, work the office, sit the meetings, take the baton. Find a dead end. Pass the baton, wash the dishes. Work the office.
Raise the periscope.
Find the path.