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“So, you want me to worship a white god?”

DOWN WITH THE MAN (AND MADISON AVENUE): SOCIAL KNOWLEDGE AND THE HEDONIC TREADMILL

I couldn’t stop hearing the store telling me the way it wanted to be, what it needed. It was all flowing into me. It wasn’t me speaking. It was the store. I was just channeling its revelations from on high.

I am a ridiculous person. Now they call me a madman. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain as ridiculous in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, they are all dear to me now, even when they laugh at me—and, indeed, it is just then that they are particularly dear to me. I could join in their laughter—not exactly at

Slowly the disease of the soul, which rich people have, grabbed hold of him.

I AM is an ancient name for God that means “I have always been what I will always be,” or, more succinctly, “the self-existent One.”