The Great Self-Betrayal and the Great Reset

The world will be much better if we confront our ghosts.

There is a Russian joke about a little dinosaur who ate his parents. And so the little dinosaur goes to court, and when the judge asks him whether he really ate his parents, the little dinosaur confirms. Disgusted, the judge goes: “And what kind of person are you after that?” “I am an orphan, an orphan, I am a poor orphan!!” cries out the little dinosaur in despair, and bursts into tears. 

I thought of this joke as I was thinking about our society, how it likes to murder all things that make us happy naturally—and then lament that we are such a broken, joyless mess. So this story is in part about the traps of the Great Reset, but mainly it’s about life’s trajectories, clarity, confusion, self-betrayal, balls, and opportunities to right the wrongs and get smarter in the process—which, I believe, is the entire point of creating messes (although that probably wouldn’t help the little dinosaur, some things are permanent, alas).

It is my belief that our life is a creative (or stifled) dance…