Reflection on past acts and future decisions can leave a man gasping for air, beaten down, trapped in the exquisite irony of having more choice than ever in world with rapidly shortening dimensions. What should reflection be, in best practice? Guidance that fleets past the grey shadowlines of choice making sprinkling a dust informed with knowledge from elsewhere? Or that choke-hold deliberation that prevents action? You will find it difficult to draw the distinctions between what deserves attention and what doesn’t – your flaw will only increase in it’s crook’d power, the timber of humanity, that warped raw material, kinks in ev’ry step.