![]() ![]() In the quarter-century since Masahiro’s eureka moment, his innovation attracted little interest in the US. A skyscraper hulked above the rest of Kariya, stark and defined against the horizon. As Masahiro meditated on slowness and moved at pace, he glanced out of the window, again. How could he get the scanner to recognize his strange little barcode? It worked, he reminded himself, just not at the quickness needed.Īnd, then - Archimedes tumbling into a bathtub, Newton examining the offending apple, sleeping Kekulé startled by the structure of benzene in a dream - a flash of insight. Perhaps he reflected on the question of speed as he swung through Kariya, a city along Japan’s eastern coast. The city passed the grey, drab window of his commuter train, pulling him back toward the office and another day of studying the odd speckle of black and white to which he’d devoted himself. To fail now.well, it was a heartbreaking thought. Hara Masahiro looked out the window, turning the same problem over again in his mind.
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