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... at the time.
When some ancient caveman first pointed at fire and went "let’s stick meat over this," his friends probably rolled their eyes, muttered something about wasting perfectly good mammoth, and went back to gnawing their ribs like animals.
Same story with wheels, soap, democracy—pick your poison. Nobody applauds in the moment; they just complain, doubt, and then eventually steal the idea later and pretend it was theirs all along.
And here I was, standing in the mi ...
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