maybe it's leadership
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2024.09.27
I hope Noah kept his other job!
(Hat tip to Grandma for the link.)
twenty-seven years and one million words
I hope Noah kept his other job!
(Hat tip to Grandma for the link.)
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
—Sigmund Freud