A kind of prudence only comes when knees buckle under the weight of self-imposed limitations. Lenny took a bite of the smelly fruit concoction. All eyes watched him, seeking an intense reaction. He disappointed his audience, and they will rake him over the coals for it. As the jeers come in through the interface, Lenny closes it. In the blink of an eye, all of his followers will abandon him. Various sources of income will dry up. There will be a parade in the streets proclaiming the fall of another great man, hoist by his own petard. As the source of this challenge, Lenny will be mocked, criticized, and judged for how far it has gone. He does not look at his numbers, having no interest in watching them shrink. He lies awake for the rest of the night.
