Butthenwhathappensnowwithpeoplelikeus, likeyouweresaying, Okay, sonowyou'renotsurroundednecessarilyJustbythephysicalpeoplethatarearoundyou, whichisagain, is a constrained, limitedsize.
Andsoit's likethatguy's got a 1,000,000 followers.
He's collapsingmycapacitytohave a voiceorthatguy's got 500 millionlikeshesomehoweclipsingtheintegrityofthework I'm puttingout.
Butthat's alsoanillusion.
Isn't itinterestinghowoursenseofselfcangetagitatedwhenwewitnessedsomethingthat I guessreflectsormirrorssomethingwithinourselvesthatwefeellikewewanttoletout?
Butwehaven't beenabletoyet.
It's a trappingoftheegowhenthefactthatsomeoneelseshinesfeelslikeitimpedesuponherowncapacitytoshine.
It's almostlikewecomefrom a scarcitymindset, andwethinkthatthereisnoroomfortwopeopletoshine.
Isn't itinterestinghowoursenseofselfcongeegetagitatedwhenwewitnessedsomethingthat I guessreflects, um, ormirrorssomethingwithinourselvesthatwefeellikewewanttoletout?