The imperfections, rough edges and unpredictability are where the soul lives. It’s what makes the human experience human.
In the beautiful game, the “Number 10” position— the creative playmakers, has effectively become extinct. Fine-dining restaurants have become formulaic exercises in producing Michelin-optimal menus. City centers all around the world contain the exact same profit-maximizing mix of the same brands. In creative fields, technical perfection is poverty. The musician who never misses a note plays weddings. The one who might set his guitar on fire plays stadiums.
Humans don’t want perfect information. We want wonder. We want surprise. We want to believe that tomorrow could be fundamentally different from today. Sometimes we need to limp with aces and call with nothing. Sometimes make the play that would make a solver puke, just to remind yourself that you’re not a machine.