Long time ago, a guy I didn’t know so well once dragged me a couple of kilometers to the results display of an art competition. It was early morning and I was still groggy. I guess I was the only guy he could find to drag along. He said he was very nervous, he had made a masterpiece submission and was expecting to win. He was also rambling all along whether the judges would “get” his painting. I mumbled some nonsense as I tagged along.
We get there and he goes straight to his painting. If you won, your …



