A Thought About Thinking.

I have been lingering on a single word lately. Vacillating.

It describes a mind in motion without arrival. Thought rocking back and forth, clever, cautious, busy, yet oddly stalled. Not foolishness. Not weakness. Just the strange human habit of circling clarity instead of stepping into it.

My current fascination with Nikola Tesla sharpens the contrast. Tesla was many things, but vacillating was not one of them. He aimed his thinking like a beam of light and let the future sort out the applause. He once wrote, “The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine.” That sentence does not wobble.

Vacillating minds admire possibility. Tesla built it.

There is a quiet lesson there. Thinking matters. Doubt has its place. But progress tends to favor the mind that pauses briefly, then commits. Electricity does not argue with the wire. It moves.

Somewhere between hesitation and certainty, the current decides.