Prolific and Pensive

Humility over ego, even if you're the smartest and most well-written person in the room.

Alexander Hamilton by John Trumbull, 1806 (Wikipedia - public domain)

I recently mentioned having finally seen the musical Hamilton. Now I'm in the midst of the biography Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow. It's a hefty tome (818 pages!), which is up there with Chernow's other biographies of Rockefeller (832 pages), Washington (928 pages) and Grant (1104 pages).

It got me to thinking about proflicacy. (There's a word for you!)

Chernow marveled at Hamilton's prodigious output, calling him

"[A]n exuberant genius who performed at a fiendish pace and must have produced the maximum number of words that a human being can scratch out in forty-nine years."

He was a genius. But also flawed. His brilliance was the type that made him impatient, and he must have known his time on Earth was limited, as he ran roughshod over all who didn't agree with him.

Ultimately (and I'm over-simplifying here; this is a blog, not a Chernow-length opus), it led to his duel with Aaron Burr and his resulting death on Jul…