Thursday, February 19, 2026

Pema Chödron: Kinship With Our Fellow Beings

Photo by Molly

                        Kinship With Our Fellow Beings
 
Whatever you are doing, take the attitude of 
wanting it directly or indirectly to benefit others.
Take the attitude of wanting it to increase
your experience of kinship with 
your fellow beings.

 Pema Chödron

Michael Garrett: The Most American Halftime Show I Have Ever Seen


Februay 8, 2026

I watched Bad Bunny deliver the most American halftime show I have ever seen. Then I came home and watched it again. And I am not okay. In the best possible way.
He sang every single word in Spanish. Every. Single. Word. He danced through sugarcane fields built on a football field in California while the President of the United States sat somewhere calling it “disgusting.” Lady Gaga came out and did the salsa. Ricky Martin lit up the night. A couple got married on the field. He handed his Grammy, the one he won eight days ago for Album of the Year, to a little boy who looked up at him the way every child looks up when they dare to believe the world has a place for them.
And then this man, this son of a truck driver and a schoolteacher from Vega Baja, Puerto Rico, stood on the biggest stage on the planet and said “God bless America.”
And then he started naming them.
Chile. Argentina. Uruguay. Paraguay. Bolivia. Peru. Ecuador. Brazil. Colombia. Venezuela. Panama. Costa Rica. Nicaragua. Honduras. El Salvador. Guatemala. Mexico. Cuba. Dominican Republic. Jamaica. The United States. Canada. And then, his voice breaking with everything he carries, “Mi patria, Puerto Rico. Seguimos aquí.” My homeland, Puerto Rico. We are still here.
The flags came. Every single one of them. Carried across that field by dancers and musicians while the jumbotron lit up with the only words that mattered: “THE ONLY THING MORE POWERFUL THAN HATE IS LOVE.”
I teared up. I’m not ashamed to say it. I sat on my couch and I wept because THAT is the America I believe in. That is the American story, not the sanitized, gated, English-only version that small and frightened people try to sell us. The REAL one. The messy, beautiful, multilingual, multicolored, courageous one. The one that has always been built by hands that speak every language and pray in every tongue and come from every corner of this hemisphere.
That is the America I want Jack and Charlotte to know. That when the moment came, when the whole world was watching, a Puerto Rican kid who grew up to become the most-streamed artist on Earth stood in front of 100 million people, sang in his mother’s language, blessed every nation in the Americas, and spiked a football that read “Together, we are America” into the ground. Not with anger. With joy. With love so big it made hate look exactly as small as it is.
And what did the President do? He called it “absolutely terrible.” He said “nobody understands a word this guy is saying.” He called it “a slap in the face to our Country.” The leader of the free world watched a celebration of love, culture, and everything this hemisphere has given to the world, and all he could see was something foreign. Something threatening. Something disgusting.
Let that sink into your bones.
The man who is supposed to represent all of us looked at the flags of our neighbors, heard the language of 500 million Americans across this hemisphere, and felt attacked. That’s not strength. That’s not patriotism. That is poverty of the soul.
And then there was the Turning Point show. Kid Rock in a college arena in North Dakota. Three million viewers watching a man who once wrote a song about liking underage girls perform as the “family-friendly” alternative to a Puerto Rican artist celebrating love. They called it the “All-American Halftime Show”, as if America has a velvet rope. As if this country belongs to some of us and not all of us. As if you need to sing in English to count.
Here’s what I want to say to everyone who posted about that show tonight, who shared it proudly, who turned away from Bad Bunny’s celebration because it was in Spanish and the flags weren’t only red, white, and blue:
Your children will see those posts. Your grandchildren will find them. The internet doesn’t forget. And one day, when the history of this moment is written, when our kids and their kids look back at 2026 the way we look back at the people who stood on the wrong side of every bridge and every march and every moment that mattered, they will know exactly where you stood. They will see who chose Kid Rock over a hemisphere of flags. They will see who called love “disgusting.” And they will carry that knowledge the way all of us carry the knowledge of what our ancestors did when they were tested.
I don’t say that with anger. I say it with sadness. Because hate is an inheritance nobody asks for, and yet it gets passed down just the same.
Bad Bunny didn’t say “ICE out” tonight. He didn’t need to. He just showed the whole world what America looks like when we are not afraid of each other. When culture is shared, not policed. When language is music, not a threat. When a flag from every nation in this hemisphere can walk across a football field together and the only words you need are the ones he gave us:
The only thing more powerful than hate is love.
Over 100 million people saw that tonight.
And no Truth Social post can take it away.


Michael Jochum: Challenging the Narrative of Who Gets To Define "American"

 

It wasn’t Prince in the rain. It wasn’t U2 after 9/11. It wasn’t the Rolling Stones or Tom Petty. It wasn’t Whitney or Michael. It wasn’t one of those pyrotechnic, spine-rattling halftime spectacles that rearrange the molecules in your chest and leave you stunned on the couch. Musically? It wasn’t in that pantheon. But that was never the point.
The point was the message.
When Bad Bunny emerged from a recreation of Puerto Rico’s sugar cane fields at Super Bowl 60, jíbaros in pavas, viejitos slapping dominoes, a piragua stand glowing like a childhood memory, he wasn’t just performing. He was planting a flag. Not the sanitized, corporate version of a flag. The real one. The complicated one. The colonial one. The proud one.
From a small Caribbean island that America often treats like a footnote, Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio walked into the largest televised spectacle in the country and said, in Spanish, I never stopped believing in myself, and neither should you. That wasn’t translation-ready patriotism. That was cultural sovereignty broadcast in prime time.
He ran through “Tití Me Preguntó.” He moved into “Yo Perreo Sola.” He nodded to Daddy Yankee and the architects who paved the reggaetón road before him. He introduced himself in Spanish without apology, because why should he? This country is supposed to be an all-inclusive melting pot, not a gated community with an English-only sign nailed to the door.
And here’s where it matters.
When an artist stands on that stage and centers Puerto Rican culture, not as decoration, not as seasoning, but as the main course, it challenges the narrow narrative of who gets to define “American.” The United States was built by migrants, dreamers, refugees, risk-takers. It thrives when people contribute in their own ways to the common good, not when they are reduced to headlines and handcuffs.
For many communities, immigration enforcement has come to symbolize fear more than safety, raids before dawn, families separated, power exercised without transparency. When people invoke dark chapters of history, they are responding to the emotional reality of those experiences. Democracies erode not in fireworks, but in quiet permissions.
Bad Bunny didn’t scream it. He didn’t need to. The imagery was the speech. The language was the protest. The pride was the declaration.
Was it the greatest halftime show of all time? No.
Was it important?
Absolutely.
Because sometimes the most radical act on the biggest stage in America is simply existing, fully, unapologetically, bilingually, and reminding millions of brown kids watching that they are not guests in this country. They are the country.
And that message rang louder than any guitar solo ever could.

Michael Jochum

, Not Just a Drummer: Reflections on Art, Politics, Dogs, and the Human Condition.

Gifts From Our Women's Sangha

I just love my women’s Sangha at PIMC (Portland Insight Meditation Center)! This sacred circle began one year ago with Alexa Redner (https://www.alexaredner.com/) as our teacher and has been meeting every Tuesday evening ever since. It’s drop in and all self identifying women are welcome.

I love Alexa and am so grateful for this wonderful group of women whose age range spans over 50 years. We meditate, listen to a dharma teaching, and then reflect and share about how the teaching plays out in our lives. So helpful in these challenging times! And also simply healing and illuminating and empowering as a human being.

And we never know how Alexa will start us out. Two weeks ago, and after we first went around the circle sharing our names, Alexa said that we were going to MOVE! The next thing I knew Alexa put on Jon Batiste’s song Freedom and we were all dancing! What a hoot!

I missed last week because of a family gathering, but this past Tuesday we were all handed the lyrics of Crowded Table by the Highwomen and, while one of the younger women played guitar, we sang this song together before our meditation. Such a moving experience!

I wish for all of us whatever it is that nourishes, empowers, connects, grounds, and brings us delight, compassion, community, healing, joy, and love. 🙏💜Molly

Scott Mills: The Silence Inside the Chopra-Epstein Files

Powerful!! Today I realize that there has long been an epidemic of predators and voices of victims that have been shamed, silenced, disrespected, disparaged, dehumanized. These stories are so incredibly tragic and need to be told!

Tears as I also reflect on what is triggered personally for me. I was suffering from layers of unaddressed trauma when I engaged in counseling in the early years of my substance recovery with a married couple who each ultimately caused harm to myself, my former husband, and our children. Before John and Caroline Derrickson were married, Caroline had also been the client of John’s. While there was no sexual abuse involved in the counseling I was engaged in, I see clearly today how they each had so much of their own unhealed trauma back in the 80s. And no one can empower anyone else to unburden ancestral and cultural legacy burdens that they haven’t first been healing, unburdening, and transforming within themselves. This is deeply sad for me to share. Both have since passed away.

Years later, and because so much of my trauma had remained unhealed, in 1995 I was drawn into a relationship with a therapist who I became addicted to and who sexually and emotionally abused and severely traumatized me. He too also caused harm to my former husband and our children and so many others. Ultimately I filed a complaint with the Oregon Clinical Board of Social workers. This was before Me Too. They fined this therapist $4,000, required that he take additional educational credit hours, required that he remain under clinical supervision for three years, and posted all of this publicly. But they did not remove his license. And Stephen R Beck is still practicing in Portland today and, among other things, on his website is also offering pro bono sessions to women coming out of the prison system.

Then there’s Robert Beatty, who was the founder and leading teacher at Portland Insight Meditation Center in Portland for many years. This was our spiritual community and Robert married my husband and me in 2013. Then, 1-1/2 years ago it was revealed that Robert had been having an affair with a Sangha member who committed suicide. Robert has been barred from PIMC ever since. And many other women have come forward since that time describing inappropriate and predatory behaviors.

There is so much trauma and loss left in the wake of this epidemic of predators and victims. And I believe that they need to be exposed over and over and over again. That said, every single time that the truth comes out I am profoundly grateful! More and more of us are finding our voices, telling our stories, exposing the predators, and demanding accountability and justice! ― Molly

Just before I turned 30, when my partner died and I was in the midst of the worst grief of my life, I turned to Deepak Chopra’s work for comfort.
It helped. His words about consciousness and healing and the nature of suffering — they held me together when I didn’t think I could hold myself. I’m not embarrassed to say that. Millions of people have had the same experience. That’s how he built what he built.
I believed so deeply that a few years later, I bought a VIP ticket at a Yoga Journal conference just to get my copy of Super Brain signed. I paid extra just to meet the man.
I believed so deeply that by 2018, I was standing on a stage in Portland introducing him to a room full of people who had come to hear him speak about consciousness. I wasn’t in the audience. I was the MC.
What follows isn’t written from a place of righteousness. It’s written from heartbreak.
I Was Hoping It Wasn’t True
When the Department of Justice released the Epstein files on January 30, 2026, Deepak Chopra’s name was in them.
I was still hoping. Being named in someone’s files could mean anything. Maybe someone was talking about him. Maybe it was peripheral. Maybe there was an innocent explanation.
The media wasn’t helping me find one. Every outlet was running the same five or six quotes with no context, no timeline. It felt like sensationalism. I wanted to believe it was.
So I went to the files myself. Not because I’m brave. Because I couldn’t stop. Part of me was hoping to save him — to save the man whose words had held me together when nothing else could.
I have now read approximately 700 documents from the Epstein-Chopra correspondence. I didn’t go looking for dirt. I went looking for a reason to still believe in the man whose work had been a comfort to me in the darkest time of my life.
I didn’t find one.
I’m not a journalist, a lawyer, or an investigator. What follows is what I found. You can read the files yourself, on the Department of Justice website, and decide what you think they mean.
3,466
That’s the number of times Deepak Chopra’s name appears in the Epstein files.
Deepak Chopra is one of the most influential personal development leaders on the planet. Ninety-five books. Tens of millions of copies sold. A global brand built on the word consciousness.
Epstein Came With Baggage
Jeffrey Epstein had already been convicted of procuring a child for prostitution in 2008. He was a registered sex offender. This was public knowledge.
Every email, every visit, every exchange about women and girls that I describe below took place after the world already knew what Jeffrey Epstein was.
“Talk About Something Nice”
When the files became public, Chopra posted a statement on X. Comments turned off.
A journalist confronted him at an airport. Video widely shared. He repeatedly said “you decide” and “I’m not answering.” He asserted “No misconduct. Zero.” He said he would testify before Congress.
His wife intervened and asked the journalist to “talk about something nice.”
In his written statement:
“Deeply saddened by the suffering of the victims”
“Unequivocally” condemned abuse and exploitation
“Never involved in, nor did I participate in, any criminal or exploitative conduct”
Contact was “limited and unrelated to abusive activity”
Some exchanges “reflect poor judgment in tone”
Meanwhile, his new book is being promoted. His AI chatbot continues to operate. His speaking schedule remains intact.
The man who built a global brand on the word consciousness posted his only response on X with comments turned off. His wife told a journalist to “talk about something nice.”
And then he went back to selling books.
A Deep and Loving Friendship, Revealed
“I’m deeply grateful for our friendship.” — Deepak Chopra to Jeffrey Epstein, July 11, 2017
Let me tell you the story of a friendship.
Overnights at the Abuse House
On January 4, 2017, Deepak Chopra was in town teaching at Google. On his way to the airport, he stopped by Jeffrey Epstein’s Manhattan townhouse. “I will come by at 11 on way to airport. Will leave at 11:45 AM.”
Forty-five minutes between flights. To see a convicted sex offender.
That wasn’t unusual. It was a pattern. The files confirm at least 20 in-person meetings over 28 months — Manhattan townhouse, Palm Beach estate, Chopra’s own events, dinners with Woody Allen and the sitting President of the United Nations General Assembly.
Chopra stayed overnight at 358 El Brillo Way. That’s Epstein’s Palm Beach estate. That’s the house where the abuse happened.
Christmas Eve 2018 — six months before the arrest — he was still sending Epstein casual article links.
Love, XOXO, XOXOXO
They signed off with “Love.” With “xoxo.” With “xoxoxo.” With “All love” and “Sending love.”
Not once. Routinely. Across hundreds of emails.
“Will miss you then. Hope to see you in May.”
“Last night was a blast. Ended 1 AM.”
“I Will Die Riding the Tiger”
They had their own language. A private metaphor that threads through the entire correspondence.
“Are you trying to give the tiger jet lag.”
“I will die riding the tiger.”
“The tiger is hungry.”
Deepak to Jeffrey
June 2017:
“I slipped into permanent peace and joy a few weeks ago.”
November 2017:
“It was extraordinary. I came to know death. It has not left me. I sat later for 10 hours in stillness — presence with no constructs, no stories. I have no conflict, no quarrels, no judgement, no clinging, no desire to prove, convince, cajole or seduce.”
April 2018:
“Now a different phase and preparation for death.”
Epstein: “I think fun, safe fun is a category you need to add to your five dailies.”
Chopra: “Totally agree.”
He forwarded a private email from philosopher Donald Hoffman about Hoffman’s dying father.
The man who performed wisdom for millions had found someone he didn’t have to perform for. And that someone was a convicted sex offender.
The Pact
July 2016. Chopra to Epstein:
“Anything we share is between us. I share nothing with anyone but trust you.”
Epstein:
“I share nothing with anyone but trust you.”
“Better to Make Any Grant to Chopra Foundation. It’s a 501(c)(3).”
Epstein directed a $25,000 grant from his “Gratitude Foundation” through his financial associate Richard Kahn to fund savant research at UCSD connected to Chopra.
Chopra redirected the money to his own foundation.
The check was FedExed the same day.
That’s the relationship. Epstein didn’t just confide in Chopra and sign off with “Love.” He moved money for him. He brokered deals. He opened doors to some of the wealthiest and most powerful people on earth — and Chopra walked through every one of them.
“Did You Get Your Term Sheet?”
Epstein connected Chopra to David Stern’s electric car company for integration with Chopra’s Jiyo wellness platform.
Epstein checked in: “Did you get your term sheet?” Chopra: “3 more weeks.”
Epstein checked in again: “Progress?” Chopra: “Almost. Not fully formalized but soon.”
Epstein wrote the partnership terms himself: “Tell Joe in your partnership you are responsible for his physical and spiritual health, financial health ie car.”
Epstein offered to “wire money to begin project non local” — funding Chopra’s consciousness research.
Epstein fed Chopra intel: “Kaiser permanente is at the forefront of wellness.” The “potential is HHUUGGEE.”
The Road to the Crown Prince
Chopra provided medical recommendations for “Shaikha” — a title used by female members of Gulf royal families. The introduction came through Epstein.
Chopra met a Qatari contact at Epstein’s Palm Beach estate — the abuse house — and followed up with business pitches, CC’ing Epstein on the emails.
Chopra headlined a “Soul of Leadership & Future of Wellness” event in Saudi Arabia. Epstein identified the Saudi Health Minister as interested in Chopra’s platform.
Chopra emailed Epstein philosophical musings from “the flight from Dubai to LA.”
Chopra texted Epstein: “Landing in SFO. Event for Crown Prince tomorrow.”
Mohammed bin Salman’s Silicon Valley visit. And Deepak Chopra was there — connected through a pipeline that ran directly through a convicted sex offender’s living room.
That is not a relationship you walk away from. It may explain why Chopra never did.
How He Talks About Women
“Cute girls are aware when they make noises.”
“She is v sweet — like your girls.”
“Come to Israel with us. If you want use a fake name. Bring your girls.”
Those are Deepak Chopra’s words. Written to Jeffrey Epstein. After his conviction.
I need to stop here and tell you what it was like to read these.
I came to the files hoping the quotes I’d seen in the news were taken out of context. What I found was the opposite. The context made them worse.
“Secondary to Cute”
Chopra shared a video of actress and writer Kat Foster with Epstein. “She is good.”
Epstein: “Is she in new york?”
Chopra told him she was in California. That she’d visited for a weekend. That he’d “invited again in future.” He described her as “Innocent and smart at the same time.”
Epstein: “Secondary to cute.”
The conversation moved on.
“Hair Color?”
Chopra shared a video from his trip to Saudi Arabia.
Epstein’s only response: “hair color?”
Chopra deflected — “I don’t use any hair color!” — as if it were a joke about his own appearance.
Epstein pressed: “Looks good, who is the Saudi girl?”
Chopra: “There were many beautiful Saudi girls.”
“Like Your Girls”
Chopra wrote about an unnamed woman: “She is v sweet — like your girls.”
“Bring Your Girls”
Chopra invited Epstein to Israel:
“Come to Israel with us. Relax and have fun with interesting people. If you want use a fake name. Bring your girls. It will be fun to have you. Love.”
Epstein declined.
Chopra pushed: “Your girls would love it as would you.”
“I’ll Bring the Cheerleaders”
Chopra invited Epstein to a debate with Michael Shermer and Neil deGrasse Tyson.
Epstein: “great, ill bring the cheerleaders :)”
Chopra: “Yes! Do bring them! It will be fun!”
Chopra invited Epstein to his workshop in Zurich: “You should come to my 2 day workshop with your girls in Switzerland in Zurich — small village in suburbs. Will be fun.”
Epstein offered to “send two girls” to Chopra’s Wall Street speaking event.
Chopra: “Please send their names to me and I will put their names as my guests.” He CC’d Epstein’s assistant on logistics.
“Your Girls”
Your girls. Your girls. Your girls.
Not once in 700 pages does Chopra ask who they are. Their names. Their ages. How they know Epstein. Whether they’re there by choice.
“Zero in on Your Prey”
A text exchange reported by Voice of San Diego. Chopra described a woman as “more connected to reality than the brilliant scientists.”
The response: “I liked watching you zero in on your prey.”
Chopra did not object.
In a separate exchange, Chopra wrote to Epstein: “What do I enjoy most? My biological needs are met occasionally, but that too — it seems I’ve been there, done that.” He described enjoying the company of “younger, intellectually sharp and self-aware women,” saying he liked to “inspire and stimulate them.”
He saw Epstein’s “girls” clearly enough to invite them to Israel, to Zurich, to Wall Street.
He just never saw them as people worth asking about.
The Silence
Tony Robbins | 15 million followers | silent.
Mel Robbins | 10 million followers | silent.
Brené Brown | 7 million followers | silent.
Jay Shetty | 50 million followers | silent.
Gabby Bernstein | 1 million followers | silent.
Tim Ferriss | 10 million followers | silent.
Jen Sincero | 1 million followers | silent.
Eckhart Tolle | 5 million followers | silent.
Marianne Williamson | 3 million followers | silent.
Joe Dispenza | 5 million followers | silent.
Rachel Hollis | 3 million followers | silent.
Brendon Burchard | 10 million followers | silent.
Lewis Howes | 5 million followers | silent.
Marie Forleo | 2 million followers | silent.
Vishen Lakhiani | 3 million followers | silent.
Robin Sharma | 5 million followers | silent.
Mark Hyman | 5 million followers | silent.
Glennon Doyle | 3 million followers | silent.
Elizabeth Gilbert | 8 million followers | silent.
Danielle LaPorte | 500 thousand followers | silent.
Oprah Winfrey | 100 million followers | silent.
Twenty-one names. Over 250 million followers combined. The DOJ files have been public since January 30, 2026. Not one of these people has said a word.
In fairness, Brené Brown’s platforms went quiet in late 2024 following the loss of her mother. She may still be grieving. I can extend grace for that. But she is one of the most influential voices on courage and vulnerability alive today. And she is not alone in her silence.
A Sixteen-Year-Old Girl Was Braver
The coverage has come from Indian press outlets. International media. NPR. The Voice of San Diego. The Daily Beast.
It has come from individual bloggers. One practitioner wrote on February 7 that “just about everything I took from my decade-plus immersed in spiritual living and studies was built on quicksand.”
It has come from Sevda Rubens, who posted on X that Chopra gave her his phone number at a meditation event in Europe when she was sixteen and insisted they meet late at night. Her post has been viewed over two million times.
A sixteen-year-old girl had more courage than twenty-one people with a combined audience of a quarter billion.
I don’t know what Deepak Chopra did or didn’t do. I don’t know what happened behind closed doors. I’m not making that accusation.
What I know is that one of the most influential personal development leaders on the planet maintained a deep, loving, financially entangled relationship with a convicted sex offender for over two years — and when the evidence became public, an entire industry looked the other way.
That alone demands a conversation. And we’re not having it.
They Are Watching
There are women out there — real women, real girls — whose lives intersected with these men’s orbits. Some of their names are in those files, unredacted by a Department of Justice that couldn’t even protect their identities properly.
They are watching to see if anyone in a position of influence will say their suffering matters.
And the people with the biggest megaphones in the world of healing and consciousness have given them silence.
The Performance
This is not a story about one man.
This is a story about an industry that built a billion-dollar empire on the words courage, truth, and transformation — and when the moment came to actually be courageous, to actually tell the truth, to actually transform, it went silent.
We teach people to face their pain. To sit with discomfort. To have hard conversations. To tell the truth even when their voice shakes.
And then a convicted sex offender’s files dropped with one of our most famous leaders’ names in them 3,466 times — and we said nothing.
If we can’t say that the sexual abuse of children is wrong — without hedging, without disclaiming, without waiting to see which way the wind blows — then everything we teach is a performance. Every book. Every retreat. Every podcast episode about “living your truth.” A performance.
This industry has become a place of comfort, not of genuine growth. We have confused feeling good with doing good. We have built communities that are spectacular at processing emotions and pathological at taking moral stands. We can hold space for anything except accountability.
That is what the silence reveals.
Not that twenty-one people are cowards. Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. But that the system we built — the whole ecosystem of followers and platforms and events and email lists — was never designed to handle a moment like this. It was designed to sell transformation. Not to practice it.
We Are Frauds If We Stay Silent on This
This industry taught me to tell the truth. So here it is.
We are frauds if we stay silent on this.
Every leader on that list has built a career telling people to be brave. To face hard things. To live in truth. And when the hard thing showed up — when it actually cost something to speak — they went quiet.
That’s not caution. That’s cowardice.
And if you are Deepak Chopra — testify. You said you would. Not on X with the comments turned off. Before Congress, under oath, as you promised.
If nothing changes — if the list stays silent, if the industry keeps selling awakening while refusing to wake up, if we keep treating courage as a product instead of a practice — then we deserve every bit of the credibility we’re about to lose.
Because the world is watching now. Not just the women in those files. Everyone.
I wish the files had told a different story. I wish I could still stand on that stage in Portland and feel what I felt before I knew what I know now.
But I can’t unknow it. And neither can you, now that you’ve read this far.
The system isn’t just the abusers.
It’s also the ones who stay silent.
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Written By Scott Mills, he’s spent nearly two decades in the personal development industry - not as a critic, but as a believer. He’s coached, consulted, and taught alongside some of the biggest names in the space. This is the hardest thing he’s ever written.