The Final Dream Of Robert McNamara

Robert McNamara stood in the middle of a field, stark naked, and watched two circuses slowly moving towards each other in what would amount to a catastrophic collision.
“This is entirely too complex a situation,” he said, and he broke it up into its components: clowns, spectators, acrobats, animal acts, carnival rides, and cotton candy.
Then he streamlined the process by which each component functioned within the whole.
The ringmasters thanked him, and a single more efficient and effective circus rolled slowly across the field.
“Why dream this up at all?” he mumbled, and with that, the old man died.