“Some years ago, I was invited to a gathering of great and
good people: artists, scientists, writers and discoverers of things. I felt at any moment they’d realize I didn’t
qualify to be there, among these people who’d really done things. On my second
or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, and I started
talking to a very nice elderly gentleman about several things, including our
shared first name. Then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the
effect of, ‘I look at all these people, and think, what the heck am I doing
here? They’ve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.’ I said, ‘Yes.
But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.’ And
I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe
everyone did.” – Neil Gaiman
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