I used to know a dude who was a solider in WW2. I freakin' loved that guy.
He would sometimes say "manana..." to mean something like.. "not now.." or "it'll work itself out.." I'm not sure.
If I may, in honor of Wild Bill Campbell, tell one of his stories.
He was working for Martin Marietta after the war. He had degrees in electronic and mechanical engineering, but not aeronautics. So it came to pass that Bill was asked to design a little airplane that would come out of a bigger airplane and go land itself (having taken spy photos or something.)
Bill completed the design. One day he came into work and here was a little note on his desk which said: "Your design is going to go into fugoid oscillations."
Bill thought: "hmm..."
His design went into construction and as it was nearly complete, he came into work and found a note on his desk which said: "Your design is going to go into fugoid oscillations." Bill thought: "Hmmm..."
It was the day of the test flight. The big airplane took off. Bill's little airplane came out and was on its way toward the landing strip when it started to bob up and down a little. The bobbing got bigger. And bigger.. until Bill's airplane exploded in mid-air from the stress.
And Bill thought.. "Ohhh.. fugoid oscillations."
What you have to understand is that some people would feel a lot of emotion if their design blew up on the test flight. Not Bill. Bill told me once: "People are going to think things about you. What you make of that.. is up to you."
I learned from Bill that though there may blood and gore and grand purposes all around you, you can just sit on a hill on an island in the Pacific and take meteorological readings... if you want to.
Thank you for your indulgence. Bill is gone. But not completely.