quick and the dead, pull the trigger, where speed is better than quality, again, a quantifiable measure, a number, a vector, a speed and a direction, better than stopping to smell the roses, see the haze, the fog, the murkiness, the gaussian blur on the world in real time previews, that glamorous look, without the big hair, or studio lighting, but muted, for the eyes, the volume turned down on vision, not quite mute, but for watching at night, indistinct shapes, but all that passed over, too quick, impulsive, imperative, rash and brash, to brawl, to point, to arrive at judgment, and quality is given to that, when it's undeserved. first on the scene to be wrong is wrong. right is good. the quickest way there is the best. but wrong is still wrong.