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I tilt at windmills—often.

A day in my mind is a day in Cervantes’s world of going after things that are different than perceived.

It always gets worse when I surround myself with people who are like-minded. Interacting with like-minded folk makes me think that we really can change the world, that we can shift the paradigm and turn the world on its ear.

Maybe we can.

Maybe we can’t.

It’d sure be fun to try.

Will we try? I don’t know if we’re that crazy.

I do know that we’re that pissed about it enough to give it a good, long think.

B: “Every time we talk about this, we get bolder.”

G: “One of these days, we’ll be dumb enough to try.”

M: “You mean smart enough to try.”

G: “Okay, both.”

If only I could, say, give up sleeping for the next year.