My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence. These little problems help me to do so.

There are times when a leader must move out ahead of the flock, go off in a new direction, confident that he is leading his people the right way.

Lead, follow, or get out of the way.

Lead me, follow me, or get the hell out of my way.

In order to have focus we need to escape to focus.

Lead, follow, or get out of the fucking way.

Leaders are the ones who run headfirst into the unknown. They rush toward the danger. They put their own interests aside to protect us or to pull us into the future. Leaders would sooner sacrifice what is theirs to save what is ours. And they would never sacrifice what is ours to save what is theirs. This is what it means to be a leader. It means they choose to go first into danger, headfirst toward the unknown. And when we feel sure they will keep us safe, we will march behind them and work tirelessly to see their visions come to life and proudly call ourselves their followers.

If you’re going to be a leader, you’re going to have to have a very loose relationship with this thing you call ‘I’ or ‘me’. Maybe that whole thing in me around which the universe revolves isn’t so central! Maybe life is not about the self but about self-transcendence.

There is only a way of escape from a place: is leaving ourselves. There is only a way of leaving ourselves: is loving someone. Só há um modo de escapar de um lugar: é sairmos de nós. Só há um modo de sairmos de nós: é amarmos alguém.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

Lead, follow, or get out of the way.

May I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge

to escape the wreck of someone else’s memory.

We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.