I want to hug this person. It’s really hard to admit you’re wrong in this world. People have such a hard time with it. I’ve been wrong and admitted it so many times that it’s not that big of a deal.
Why is it so hard to own your shit? I found a cover less book in a laundry mat in 1986, it was called the Unseen Hand by Ralph Epperson. This woke me up despite some missing pages. I was never the sAme.

https://archive.org/details/TheUnseenHand-Epperson

I want to hug this person. It’s really hard to admit you’re wrong in this world. People have such a hard time with it. I’ve been wrong and admitted it so many times that it’s not that big of a deal.
Why is it so hard to own your shit?