I’m really hating this place right now… This world of people
When I found out I could never really protect myself from the world of people it was a traumatic stunner… I’ve lived in a semi-frozen state ever since. Not that anyone would notice… I notice it because I have vague memories of life before the realization
I was looking at my young self the other day, visiting a memory of a situation in which my behavior, fueled by feeling which we’re saying is fueled by thought, and I was aware that an entire world of confusion came out of a desire to, I wouldn’t call it a need to be loved, more like a need to not get in trouble, maybe not be abandoned.
How different things would be if we would of had different information as children. What information, ideas, answers and stories does any child get that is not generated from confusion?
People talk about an evolution of intelligence or consciousness… How could we be doing anything but devolving? Who even manages to raise themselves out of their own confusion? What makes us think we’re getting better?
You really want to change the world? Tired of the same old ideas, the same things tried, year after year, watching the world get overrun?
Ten billion people can do anything they want… think about it