Between Roc and HardPlace
I had pinned the Jolly Roger business card to the bulletin board behind my main display. Considering it was a standard, Spartan menâs dorm room, the brilliant gold fill was basically the only decoration in the room. Somewhere in the middle of the term I became restless. I wanted to do something new and challenging; school just didnât look like it would ever offer me a challenge I might enjoy. It was in this funk that I found myself staring at the card.
McRavenâs words tumbling in my head, I decided to seek the key to unlocking the cardâs secrets. I wish I could tell you that McRavenâs words, or that the card itself had been some mind-racking riddle. After staring at it, and thinking about it for hours, I was amazed at how simple the solution was. When I asked McRaven about it later he told me that it wasnât so much of a puzzle, but a question of allegiance and the ability to try the obvious solution for a non-obvious puzzle, or something like that.
After countless hours, when I couldnât figure it out on my own, I went to the group. I went to the Tribe. Researchers say that a person can only reasonably know about 150 people well; they call it Dunbarâs Number. The Tribes, largely anarchic power structures subcutaneously controlling society, were there to help you reach outside of your 150. Through digital handshakes the Tribes were huge extended families, built on layers upon layers of trust. There were Tribes focused around most modern aspects of life and modern differentiations of people, but the most powerful of the Tribes were established with the time zones. People in the same time zone often shared the same circadian rhythm ...
