Imagine two tribes. A gorge. A rope between them.
They’ve been pulling on that rope for so long that nobody remembers picking it up. They pull until their hands bleed. They pull until people fall into the river below. And when the fallen climb back up—bruised, muddy, half-drowned—they grip the rope and pull again.
If you already know which side you’re on, that’s the part that should bother you.
