Thank you to my heart. Thank you to my mind. Thank you to my spine. Thank you to my eyes. Thank you to my ears. Thank you to my hands. Thank you to my feet. Thank you to my lungs. Thank you to my liver. Thank you to my kidneys. Thank you to my stomach. Thank you to my intestines.

ANDOR ends as a complete masterpiece. I love Star Wars forever.

Character of the Decade

Man management IS management. It is the foundation that enables everything else. Being a tactical genius is useless if you cannot communicate effectively with your players. Every elite manager is an elite man manager first and foremost. Every single one.

I was thinking about this scene recently - about the idea of “walking around” or reinterpreting old family photos. Once unthinkable, now possible, soon ubiquitous. To “reanimate” a memory in such a fashion is not merely inhuman, but demonic.

You do not *have* money. You have the right to direct a portion of the vast flow.

This game is something truly special.

When simulation becomes the norm, it weakens the human capacity for discernment. As a result, our social bonds close in upon themselves, forming self-referential circuits that no longer expose us to reality. We thus come to live within bubbles, impermeable to one another.