I don’t have any word to describe how I felt reading this.
I felt seen, of course, but saying that feels inadequate. It fails to capture the essence of this essay, and its impact.
This is the sort of thing you write as a manifesto to convert people into a movement that threatens the established order.
Magnificent work, as always, Emmanuel.
“I just admire the people who think in their work—who can create that illusion. Reading their work seems like reading their minds. You can see the trail of their thought: the footpaths are sometimes, scattered like tap dancing in sand. Other times, they are clean like those fine Roman roads cut into rock.” This part, this is exactly how I wish to write.
thank you for your kind words, brother
I don’t have any word to describe how I felt reading this.
I felt seen, of course, but saying that feels inadequate. It fails to capture the essence of this essay, and its impact.
This is the sort of thing you write as a manifesto to convert people into a movement that threatens the established order.
Magnificent work, as always, Emmanuel.
“I just admire the people who think in their work—who can create that illusion. Reading their work seems like reading their minds. You can see the trail of their thought: the footpaths are sometimes, scattered like tap dancing in sand. Other times, they are clean like those fine Roman roads cut into rock.” This part, this is exactly how I wish to write.
this means a lot to me, brother. to godhood.