Half a Hexagon
shaping simple ideas in a complex world
Monday 14 June 2021

Love really does make the world go round. But love hurts. Last  week my very special friend Jessica Morris - pictured here in a loving embrace with Joe Biden as they discussed the Gliobastoma which took his son Beau's life herself died of the disease. The New York Times obituary of her is here.

The last weeks have been especially tough on Jessica's family as she continued to fight valiantly against what she called 'TEF' - or The Evil Fucker. Her book about her life and the creation she made out of adversity - the non-profit OurBrainBank of which I am a trustee in the UK will be published in the Summer and Fall in UK/US. It is called 'All In My Head'. If you'd like to donate in her memory even the most token amount it all helps her vision to turn this deadly disease in her words 'from terminal to treatable' and with it to move the needle on all cancers. I would of course love it: Please click here if so.

Jessica embodied the essence of Hexagon Thinking and I've donated all UK/US royalties from The Simplicity Principle for the next year - the book was dedicated to her - to OurBrainBank as a result. She got things done. She connected emotionally. She kept it real. She reached out and made networks. She had heart and soul and purpose.

The Teeming Brain

I re-read John Keats' When I have Fears in memory of Jessica this week and I reproduce it in full because it's so beautiful. I think we all recognise the fear that we will cease to be before our time. I'm finding myself oddly galvanised as my book deadline gallops closer to do what Jessica did and keep going, keep going, keep going. 

When I have fears that I may cease to be

   Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,

   Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,

   Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that I may never live to trace

   Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

   That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

   Of unreflecting love—then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

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