My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
You and your user are one In the case of the seeming egalitarianism and beneficence of the voice from the cloud that says “You Are Not Your User,” what I hear in that voice is the ringing of a cash register, and the creaking of the crank on the side of a box that software development efforts disappear into, and that money comes out of. A mechanism that would seize up instantly if some still small voice were to propose the opposite of what the thunder says: that you and your user are one. Dan Klyn, Sermon for WIAD Bristol 2021 understandinggroup.com My job is simply to design gadgets that I likeReversibility of perspectives uxsoftware