Suddenly, he stood up, fighting against a stream of passengers in the narrow aisle to speak with a flight attendant, then returned to his seat, looking thwarted. Moments later, he got up again. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but there was an urgency in his face. I wondered what their summit had been about. He returned to his seat again, mouth straight and muscles tense. I considered asking if he was alright, but his agitation threw me. I was a young woman he an older, upset man, the two of us in an enclosed space for hours to come. I had spent a lifetime learning not to put my hand on the hot stove of men’s agitation. Maybe you have, too.
Which is all a fancy way of saying, the Founders were making it up as they went along; they had no idea if it would work or not, and left behind a legacy of arguments which ended with “This will probably end badly, but let’s try this and fix it on the fly later on when we figure out what’s broken about it.”