Big ideas. They like to deflate. They start small. Then snowball. Give me ten minutes of quiet and I’ll have a plan to rule the world. Give me another ten minutes and I’ll have the solar system, too. Give me five minutes of conversation and I’ll be taking over my cubicle and that’s about it. Ideas are funny that way. They work so well in my own little world, then you have to go and ruin it.

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