We have this sense, this sort of illusion of greatness, that probably didn’t biologically exist before our creation of society, of civilization. We are impressionable creatures that are allured by specialness.

I’m not sure that’s where we derive our happiness, but it could be. We seem to be our most satisfied when we thrive collectively within our social group, our tribe, but maybe that requires a certain kind of greatness.

It provides options at least. To pursue individual endeavors, or to seek solutions for the greater good of humanity—those things are worthy of admiration—but do they compare to the greatness of companionship, leadership, and support