“To live is to war with trolls.” - Henrik Ibsen
We know what we like. We make decisions, we like this as opposed to that, we can tell the difference between right and wrong. We’re sure of things.
But where did all this certainty come from? Who put this doubtlessness in us? The things we do unequivocally. The facts we trade in etched in stone. The friends …
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