The shrinking of Elon Musk (and our country’s place in the world)

For people who I’ve spent time with, it won’t surprise you to know that I am a fan of Sam Harris. I owe a lot to the man—from a greater understanding of self and consciousness, to better reasoning skills, to my meditative practice. Sam, along with Tim Urban or Wait But Why fame, will get a bunch of mentions here. You have been warned.

I fell like I have to say something about our present time, but honestly, I am gripping so tight, and trying so hard not to get angry, depressed, despondent, that I can only pay so much attention. Sam is one of those people to whom I give my attention, even when hard.

This isn’t my long-form blog. Nor is it where I expect to discuss politics and society to a large extent. But I did figure I should leave this here. To document the great unraveling.

I’m getting real close to descending into madness, rocking back and forth, mumbling “But her emails!”

This is why I have unsubscribed from society.