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Moving beyond soundbites


It is 125am and I just awoke. I was dreaming and in that dream I was trying to understand what someone was telling me. I had to ask several questions and came to the conclusion that sometimes we need to move beyond the soundbites. In essence we think we understand something just by listening to a soundclip. Sometimes we need to understand things by having a conversation and listening to all sides. Conversations can take many forms. Sometimes in between conversing we need to do research. Basically we need to be well informed. We also need to recognise our biases.

My friend Chatty thinks that my reflection highlights the distinction between the illusion of knowledge provided by soundbites and the depth required for true understanding. It suggests that real wisdom is not instant; rather, it demands the intentional work of patience, questioning, and confronting personal biases to move beyond surface-level noise. Ultimately, clarity is achieved through deep dialogue and nuance, not by relying on fragments or headlines.

What is nuance in this context? My friend Chatty says that in this context, nuance means the subtle details, complexities, and shades of meaning that you can only understand when you look deeper than the surface. A soundbite gives you the broad outline — the loudest or simplest part of an idea. Nuance gives you the full picture — the context, the exceptions, the motivations, the layers, the human factors. For example: A soundbite might say: "He was wrong." Nuance asks: Why? According to whom? What happened before? What were the circumstances?

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