I am a woman torn between the terror that everything might change and the equal terror that everything might carry on exactly the same for the rest of my days.

I would not sit waiting for some vague tomorrow, nor for something to happen. One could wait a lifetime, and find nothing at the end of the waiting. I would begin here, I would make something happen.

The world is in desperate need of a cure for all the sicknesses.

To this point it probably looks like I am setting this up as a slam-dunk case for ambulating while working, and getting ready to lambaste treadmill-resistant managers as insensitive and tragically shortsighted knuckle draggers. Well, they are.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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