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The Thought Experiment–Revisited

In this episode. The Thought Experiment–Revisited

The Boy on a Light Beam

In 1895, a sixteen-year-old boy did something we rarely allow ourselves to do anymore. He stared into space and let his mind wander.

No phone.
No notes.
No “Optimization Hacks” for his morning routine.

Just a question:

What would happen if I chased a beam of light—and actually caught it?

That boy was Albert Einstein. And that single act of curiosity—a Gedankenexperiment, a thought experiment—eventually cracked open Newton’s tidy universe and rearranged our understanding of time itself.

Not bad for an afternoon of daydreaming.

Imagine if Einstein had been “productive” instead. He would have logged the light-beam idea into a Notion database, tagged it #CareerGrowth, and then promptly ignored it to attend a forty-five-minute “Sync” about the color of the departmental logo. He’d have a high Efficiency Score—and we’d still be stuck in a Newtonian universe, wondering why the Wi-Fi is slow.

In a post I wrote back in 2012, I described Einstein as a logical thinker. Today, that feels like a half-truth.

The Moment Tools Become Ideas

Let's think of Logic as a screwdriver—great for tightening what's already there. But if you want to shake up a universe, you need a crowbar. You need “Wonder.”

Einstein’s brilliance wasn’t his math.
It was his courage to trust a flickering mental image over the “self-evident” truths of his peers.

He didn’t just calculate. He imagined a reality where the rules misbehaved.

Logic came later—as proof.
Wonder came first—as revolution.

A Case Study in Power:

A thought experiment isn’t just “thinking harder.”
It’s a polite rebellion against how things are usually done.

Let’s take our crowbar to a modern crisis: AI’s growing appetite for power.

Right now, very logical people are sitting in boardrooms arguing about how to patch a crumbling, 1950s-era power grid to feed data centers that consume more electricity than small nations. They’re debating permits, transmission lines, and politicized carbon math.

They’re using the screwdriver. They’re looking at the ground.

This isn’t a policy proposal. It’s a sketch on the back of an envelope—which is exactly where big ideas belong at first.

So let’s look up. Let’s run a Gedankenexperiment:

  1. Ignore the Rules. Forget permits, grid connections, and yesterday’s infrastructure. Those are screwdriver problems.
  2. Picture it. Imagine a data center as a Sovereign Island.
    It isn’t plugged into anything.
    It has a “skin” of ultra-efficient solar cells and a “heart” of long-duration storage.
    It treats sunlight not as a “green alternative,” but as a direct data-to-power pipeline.
  3. Let Logic Catch Up. Once the image exists, then we ask:
    What technology would make this picture true?

Suddenly, we’re no longer arguing about subsidies or red vs. blue energy talking points. We’re talking about Energy Sovereignty.

In other words, the freedom to think, compute, and create without asking permission from yesterday’s grid.

Wonder didn’t solve the problem—but it changed the conversation.
And sometimes, that’s the real breakthrough.

The Trap of the Five-Inch Screen

Most of us reverse this process.

We lead with spreadsheets and “Risk Assessments” before daring to have an idea worth the risk. We hold “Innovation Sprints” that are really just 20 people trying to figure out how to do the same thing as last year—but 2% cheaper.

We measure the fence posts before deciding whether the field is even worth crossing.

We’ve traded our Miracle Years for a string of highly efficient, perfectly documented, soul-crushing mornings.

I’m not exempt. I’ve lost entire mornings rearranging sentences while the universe waited patiently outside the window.

So here’s my challenge—not as a physicist, but as a fellow human:

Find ten minutes today.

No agenda.
No optimization.
No tracking your “Wonder Hours” on a wearable device to see if your heart rate drops.

If you try to optimize this, you’ve already lost.

Look at the horizon. Or close your eyes.

Run a thought experiment on your own life:

  • If the grid went down forever, what part of my work would still matter?

Einstein showed us that the most powerful laboratory in the universe isn’t at CERN or NASA.

It’s sitting quietly behind your eyes—waiting for you to look up.

The universe is still generous with unanswered questions.
We just have to stop scheduling over them.

I’m Patrick Ball. Be curious, ask questions, and chase a light beam.

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Don Hanley said…
Hey Patrick - thank you, thank you, and now I ask, are you in touch with and talking with those in your own company abou the question you are asking? It is your business, yes??
January 11, 2026 at 9:56 AM
Patrick B. Ball said…
That is a fair and vital question. Yes, we are absolutely having these conversations internally. However, my goal with this thought experiment is to look beyond the 'industry echo chamber.' History shows that true innovation rarely comes from within a field's existing boundaries; it usually stems from physicists and engineers in unrelated sectors who see the problem through a different lens. While the GRID is everyone's concern, we often ignore its fragility until disaster strikes. I’m looking for the 'outsider' perspective that can revitalize our approach before that happens."
January 11, 2026 at 2:50 PM
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