I started writing this series because I needed to air my mind. A career in technology, nothing constant but change, and a compulsion to say something about what I was watching happen.

Ten essays later, this is the last one.

It’s called Dead Reckoning, and it’s about the difference between knowing how to use the instrument and knowing how to read the water when the instrument is incomplete. A Micronesian navigator named Mau Piailug sailed 2,500 miles without a compass in 1976 because he could do both. We’re building an entire industry around people who can only do one.

If you’ve been following along, thank you. If this is your first one, the bar’s been open for a while, and there’s a seat.

(Read, The Room Where It Gets Built — Essay #10: Dead Reckoning)