The other day, I struggled with whether or not I’d dumbed this Journal down and made the mistake of writing for a mob of people instead of staying focused on those who’ve self-selected their positions here. I felt like I’d maybe regressed a bit and gone back to the beginning after having already progressed to the middle of a conversation. Like maybe I’d stepped back a few paces to wait for those who needed to catch up. I wrote a note to my dearest friend and asked him what he thought. What he sent me in reply was the most honest and helpful review of any work I’ve ever done in my life, period. Here is an excerpt, edited (believe it or not) to clean up the language a bit.
The Attempted Murder of Authenticity
The Attempted Murder of Authenticity
The Attempted Murder of Authenticity
The other day, I struggled with whether or not I’d dumbed this Journal down and made the mistake of writing for a mob of people instead of staying focused on those who’ve self-selected their positions here. I felt like I’d maybe regressed a bit and gone back to the beginning after having already progressed to the middle of a conversation. Like maybe I’d stepped back a few paces to wait for those who needed to catch up. I wrote a note to my dearest friend and asked him what he thought. What he sent me in reply was the most honest and helpful review of any work I’ve ever done in my life, period. Here is an excerpt, edited (believe it or not) to clean up the language a bit.