I am sitting in a bland conference room in Midtown Manhattan with twenty-nine so-called business professionals, and one of our instructors, Sharon, has just told us to imagine a huge rectangular brass nameplate, as if walking us through a guided meditation. “In front of that nameplate is a huge picket fence, and behind that nameplate is a huge white house,” she says. “Through the windows of that house I can see a family. They’re playing—they’re having fun. There’s a chimney. And what is sticking out of that chimney?”
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