Cut It, Sort It, Find It

A million names in a phone book thick as a wall Looking for one, page by page? Forget it, that's not smart at all Split it in half, is your name in the front or the back Split that half again, you're already closing the gap

Cut it, sort it, find it, twenty splits beats a million tries Cut it, sort it, find it, that's the shortcut hiding in plain sight Doesn't matter how big the pile, the pile can double and double again You only need one more split each time it does, that's the engine running under it

Sorting works the same way, don't line them up one by one Split the pile in two, sort each half, then merge when you're done Two sorted piles zip together faster than you'd think Small problems solved first, stacked up link by link

Cut it, sort it, find it, twenty splits beats a million tries Cut it, sort it, find it, that's the shortcut hiding in plain sight The trick is working smarter, never doing the same work twice Break it down to the smallest piece, and let that piece suffice

Every map app, every search bar, every scroll that finds your friend Is stacking these same shortcuts, over and over, end to end A billion things to sort through, and it happens in a blink Because somewhere, something clever learned how not to think

Cut it, sort it, find it, twenty splits beats a million tries Cut it, sort it, find it, that's the shortcut hiding in plain sight Big doesn't mean slow, if you're splitting it right Cut it, sort it, find it, and the whole world moves at the speed of light