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Fallibility

Quoting something from a brilliant book I've been reading; Man is fallible, men are less so.

An entirely different philosophy about power and what should happen to it when you're confronted with complex, non-routine problems such as what to do when a difficult, potentially dangerous and unanticipated anomaly suddenly appears. The philosophy that you push the power of decision-making out to the periphery and away from the center. You give people the room to adapt. 

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