"It was just a brief moment, and already it’s over. Once more I see the furniture all around me, the pattern on the old wallpaper, and the sun through the dusty panes. I saw the truth for a moment. For a moment I was consciously what great men are their entire lives. I recall their words and deeds and wonder if they were also successfully tempted by the Demon of Reality. To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think. To know yourself in a flash, as I did in this moment, is to have a fleeting notion of the intimate monad, the soul’s magic word. But that sudden light scorches everything, consumes everything. It strips us naked of even ourselves."
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- RT @auren: Agreed. Turns out that most things that deal with people are harder than math. https://t.co/yBzAqDsXGZ, Mar 21
- @romanmars Why? Seems like this diminishes the knock-on effect from other entrepreneurs who would want to copy Uber and grow in Oakland..., Mar 20
- @patrickc It's a good essay indeed. I cite it in my own spin on the topic -- "Happy Ambition and Status Cocaine": https://t.co/gQjOfjuuOU, Mar 20
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