The World Trade Center looms overhead. It shines beautifully in the mid-morning sun. Twin towers dancing together alone in the sky. They exist in the past, but also in the future. Not the present, no. Not the present. The towers are a beacon. They’re the symbol of your new reality, which fits the past and the future both (they’re the same size). It’s a reality where you’re CEO and in charge. Everyone lives in it, whether they know it or not.
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The World Trade Center looms overhead. It shines beautifully in the mid-morning sun. Twin towers dancing together alone in the sky. They exist in the past, but also in the future. Not the present, no. Not the present. The towers are a beacon. They’re the symbol of your new reality, which fits the past and the future both (they’re the same size). It’s a reality where you’re CEO and in charge. Everyone lives in it, whether they know it or not.