Dear friend,
I wish you lucidity—even though I know you are not lacking it—for this year that is starting at full throttle. And this, from every angle of that diabolical Bermuda Triangle.
I wish you the lucidity not to sink too deeply into the swamps (that mixture of mud, blood, and oil) that we are going to cross, at the risk of dragging along with you your readership, of which I am a part. 2026 promises to be unbreathable, and we will need a few pockets of oxygen to get through it. Epictetus advised not to w
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