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The Grand Experiment… turning back the clock from misery to a life worth living.
Imagine that you find yourself in Los Angeles… and then you find out that your meeting was in Seattle… and you took the wrong plane.
If it happened, you would hop on another plane, or in the worst case rent a car and zoom up parallel to the Pacific Ocean, and voila you would arrive to Seattle… tired, but you would be there.
When evolution has taken the wrong “airplane”, let’s not worry if it was hijacked or not, you don’t have the luxury to take another plane, or rent a car…
You have to go back to where evolution took the wrong turn, and take a different path.
The grand experiment I am engaged in, is about that.
Everyone else I know writes about the path, or tries to offer you a rental car (lol) or a chartered plane to “Seattle”… To my knowledge I am the only person who is engaging in the “futile?” activity of returning individual specimens of a species to test out if it is possible to return to the point of wrong turn and if people are willing…