Picture Thomas Sowell, that old warrior of the mind, sitting at his desk, sifting through the wreckage of human folly.
His right hemisphere? Hell if I know how it hums. Does he commune with the Tao, feel the pulse of the cosmos in his bones? Not my place to say, but if you sift his work, you’ll be hard-pressed to spot the pricks of reality appreciated b…
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