And if you peel back the layer you see patterns. And spikes, driven by individuals. We stand on the shoulders of those who came before us.

It can not be understated: I’d rather be happy than fashionable. I’d rather be happy than important. I’d rather be happy than rich.

A mirror reflects. What appeared in that reflection I didn’t know. Until you held an opposing mirror.

The 1% isn’t noticeable. It’s quiet. It’s a blip. But, it adds up.

The very thing you scorned, you displayed. The very thing you criticized, you casted. The very thing you upheld, you tore down.