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This is a living archive of my thoughts, experiences, and hard-earned insights, drawn from an unusual life. Here you’ll find reflections on the food I’ve eaten, the things I’ve bought, the people I’ve encountered, the places I’ve seen, the books I’ve read, the quotes I’ve kept, and the trends I’ve spotted and capitalized on.
I write this for you, my children, those already here and those yet to come. Daddy loves you more than words can hold. I want each of you to live lives you’re proud of. This is my thinking, in my own voice, left here for you to explore. I hope one day it proves useful.
If, by some unlikely chance, I’m gone before I can guide you in person, let this stand as a poor substitute. But in the more likely case that I’m still here, let this serve as an intellectual archive, a record that I held these convictions long before you were born. May that give weight to my words, and credibility to the wisdom I hope to pass on to you.
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We’re all a disappointment to someone.’ The desert is hot and boring. I’m sorry, but that’s pretty much all there is to it. It’s also sandy, but rocks are essentially dull things and breaking them up into really small pieces doesn’t improve matters. Some people will tell you how the desert changes character day by…
my fake laugh is even better than my real one, and nine-tenths of being popular is the ability to jolly the menials along. The world is changing, moving beneath our feet. We are in a war, children of the Red March, though you may not see it yet, may not feel it. We are in…
Her voice was like a portrait of her soul: wild as a fire, sharp as shattered glass, sweet and clean as clover I am the center of creation. In doing this, let us pass over innumerable boring stories: the rise and fall of empires, sagas of heroism, ballads of tragic love. I have stolen princesses…
The past can’t hurt you anymore unless you let it. Beneath this mask there is more than flesh, Beneath this mask, there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof. There are no coincidences, only the illusion of coincidences. We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail.…
He’s a fox, and foxes have a predictable nature. Trust this Jew about that Jew. If you let him in the henhouse, you can expect blood and feathers everywhere. Brilliance should be acknowledged. You see, I’ve developed a reputation as a man who came up the hard way. You could say that there’s blood on…
Rationality suffocates in the air of superstition in the colonies This entire culture is based on hypocrisy, on fakery, on mocking up the appearance for that which cannot be obtained this was the thing about America that he loved the most: the utter faith that family did not matter, that the past was but a…
Is it not written in Sage Kon Fiji’s Tales of Filial Devotion that the younger brother should offer the choicest specimens in a basket of plums to the elder brother as a token of his respect? Is it also not written that an elder brother should try to protect the younger brother from difficult tasks…
he was too set in his ways to recognize my brilliance a reformed man is worth ten men virtuous from birth, for he understands temptation and will strive the harder to not stray Rui and Dasu foamed at their mouths and called the edict a crime against civilization. But Mapidéré knew perfectly well that what…
Surely you can understand the lack of truth in these insults, the childish desire to turn a man with an opposing view into an inhuman enemy. Nope I volunteered to spare the you the indignity of begging for my presensce All you desired was power and skill. I gave you both. In my absence you…
A self-help book is an oxymoron. You read a self-help book so someone who isn’t yourself can help you, that someone being the author. This is true of the whole self-help genre. It’s true of personal improvement books too. Some might even say it’s true of religion books. But some others might say that those…
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