Go straight to the seat of intelligence—your own, the world’s, your neighbor’s.
Your own—to ground it in justice.
The world’s—to remind yourself what it is you’re part of.
Your neighbor’s—to distinguish ignorance from calculation. And to recognize it as like yours.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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