Leadership is never given, it's taken.

Hey, Freud, roll over dude. Help me understand this one: How is it that people can sit at work all day and allow their conscious selves to have a robust internal dialogue about how many great ideas they have to improve the business they are employed at, while their unconscious selves leave them entirely powerless to speak up? How is it that instead of speaking up, they somehow justify their silence as a requisite of station and then go home that night, snuggle into their couch, fist remote into hand, and blast entertainment into both oracular sockets until the workday is long forgotten? Freud? Hello? Mother?