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Though men and women may disagree over the importance of this or that, in unity we could elevate the bond of our shared ancestry, as yet another link in the chain which will lead us to a complete existence. We must individually rise above the dregs of our conditioning for the betterment of humanity.
Every existent life form shares the similarity of cellular unity.
If only people could see the importance of subordinating their desires, despite the allure of capital growth, we could achieve the state of organism, an integral step in realizing the greater good of mankind.
Put simply, if we could escape the bonds of feudalism, then we could see clearly from eyes, set within heads, set upon shoulders, built upon a base of form serving function.
If we could all only agree to take this step toward a state of being, perhaps the planet and animals and our understanding of the very fabric of space and time would follow.
Perhaps we could become greater than the sum of these parts and exist freely in union without such a contrived ideal as utopia.
A piece of me still craves the attention of others, but as time passes, that piece becomes smaller. I dream of the day on which I will awaken to realize that I have never needed this prying, cloying, distinctively motherly recognition.
It is a shame that I have endured this long in life without addressing this issue. Resolution of such a vicious error of personality could only serve me well in future endeavors, and yet here it has been, festering inside the deepest recesses of my mind.
I owe it to myself to seek the cause of such an obsession.
I have an undying urge to control that which can be controlled, and my dependence upon this familiar approval can surely be overcome.
This is an issue which I find myself to be incapable of remotely observing and excising, and as such, I have employed outside assistance in pursuit of this goal. It is my hope that the guidance of an impartial escort will lead me to a realization which my chauvinistic mind is incapable of reaching on its own.
I must follow my intuition, fuck my feelings.
I have never once felt an emotion which genuinely enhanced my condition.
I have many times felt a pull which was utilized as a means to manipulate. The circumstance in which I find myself is so utterly hopeless that passion could only serve to distress.
This pursuit of noble aim is a concept that has been lost on me for some time.
I have sought the superior place; I have sought the liquor of fools.
This confidence I have achieved is based on the assumption that what I do is right or somehow virtuous. I am struggling to learn that virtue is a fallacy of my own imagination. That which is so meaningful and worthy to my current point of view is downright destructive to the views of others.
By attributing value to the pursuit of a noble existence, I am granted ability rooted in kindness rather than perceived value to the self. If my actions are performed with gentle intent, perhaps they will be better received by the hivemind than those performed in self interest.
I am now beginning to see that the superiority I have been seeking is an indulgence of the ego.
“If I could only make me right,” declares the selfish portion of my psyche. However, this rectitude is mired in controversy and would lower the development of my psyche to a level far removed from mastery.
I must seek my noble aim as a means to restore conscious impediment to my base desires.
In this moment I have become aware that my fate may be mired in mediocrity. However, the illusion of greatness weighs heavy above the head in which my ego resides. I must conquer this desire to achieve, as a means to an end more illustrious than I could possibly imagine.
A true acceptance of the mean, coming from within, will bring me to the correct position once again. This posture is worth the sacrifice of my ambitions despite the disdain rendered by the self-absorbed domains of my psyche.
I currently possess every comfort for which a man could crave. It is my responsibility to accept this position and move forward with the work as the most central aspect of my mind.
I must want not, for in wanting I debase the most powerful desires of the self.
Perhaps my assumptions have never been correct. Perhaps I hold within myself a worldview which is irreconcilable with the modern times.
I am willing to accept that my understanding of existent reality may be flawed at its most basic level. Through this willingness to embrace my own incompatibilities with others, I am delivered from the negative headspace inherent to enmity.
With eyes wide open, I see each person for the content of their character and not their judgments of the external. I see within, to the interpersonal struggles we all may wrestle in our daily lives.
This awareness brings me an empathy and understanding of the human condition that I would not otherwise be capable of espousing.
Despite all extrinsic factors, we are in this together.
During times of difficulty one may find it beneficial to consult the oracle within.
This is not a pleasant process and stems from a basic need for connection with the beauty of creation, which may be inaccessible in one’s waking life. This journey should not be taken lightly, with heavy consideration given to timing, obligation, and possible psychic damage endured during its undertaking.
The desired outcome is a revitalization of the enthusiasm directed towards the path that one’s life may take. However, the caution required cannot be overstated, as such consultation may ignite myriad neuroses within.
Under ideal circumstances, self-reflection alone may be enough to overcome any barriers to personal development. The oracle should only be utilized when the obstruction becomes insurmountable after much contemplation.
By adhering to a strict reluctance to bypass the mundane aspects of the work, one ensures success in surmounting the principle predicament of their query.
Wisdom is not granted by the oracle itself. Integration requires a careful study of the resulting attainments.
Have you allowed yourself to become the victim of your own desire to be accepted by people with which you perceive a common ground?
Perhaps your perception has become distorted and you must work through this issue in a meaningful and solitary way.
Maybe you are enraptured by the allure of a lifestyle you have never lived, or more likely, it is carnal passion rearing its head in an otherwise hopeless time in your life.
We must realize that these sources of external approval and rushing endorphins do not represent a significant and meaningful development in the evolution of our psyche.
The approval we seek is unimportant, a physical validation that would be meaningless or perhaps even detrimental to the ongoing development of our inner self.
As I seek in others the changes I wish to make within myself, it becomes clear that the work of developing discipline in the face of temptation requires more effort.
Is there a means by which I may be able to support and cherish these external sources while maintaining enough solidarity to do what must be done in my own life?
Perhaps by the mere acknowledgement of the query, I have already made some progress along the lines of distancing my inner self from such egoistic impulse.
More likely, the ego is attempting to hijack the efforts of the self to further its own unthinking agenda.
Once again, I have allowed myself to become the victim of my own desire to be accepted by people with which I perceive a common ground. My perception may be distorted and it is important for me to work through this issue in a meaningful and solitary way.
Perhaps I am enraptured by the allure of a lifestyle I have never lived, or more likely, it is carnal passion rearing its head in an otherwise hopeless time in my life. I must realize that these sources of external approval and rushing endorphins do not represent a significant and meaningful development in the evolution of my psyche.
The approval I seek here is unimportant, a physical validation that would be meaningless or perhaps even detrimental to the ongoing development of my inner self. As I seek in others the changes I wish to make within myself, it becomes clear that the work of developing discipline in the face of temptation requires more effort.
Is there a means by which I may be able to support and cherish these external sources while maintaining enough solidarity to do what must be done in my own life?
Perhaps by the mere acknowledgement of the query, I have already made some progress along the lines of distancing my inner self from such egoistic impulse.
More likely, the ego is attempting to hijack the efforts of the self to further its own unthinking agenda.
I am facing a crucial trial in my journey, and I have been this way before. I must now learn new methods by which to limit the influence of external factors on my own development without resorting to segregation.
This is the greatest trial that I have yet faced in my lifetime.
Am I truly hopeless to carry this dream in my heart of meeting the one who would complete the pieces I’ve been putting together for the better part of my lifetime?
Is it wrong to believe that there is a relation that could carry my own sentiment and complement my worldview in times of darkness and light?
Is this the dragon that men like me chase into the grave?
Whatever the answer may be, you are sure to find out more about yourself in pursuit of this ideal. As such, I would not consider it a wasted effort despite any lack of lasting result. Without the knowledge of self granted by knowledge of others, you would be utterly incapable of making progress along the lines of your own convolution.
Pursuit of the idealized form awakens the idealized form within yourself.
You must choose not to give this up for the simple comforts. You must seek meaning in a purpose greater than the release of earthly pleasures on demand.
You will find your place among the greatness within, so long as your appetites will allow.
Sometimes we meet people that alter the course of our lives in ways that we could not foresee. It is difficult to remain dispassionate and distant from individuals who affect so much change in our psyche, but as time has progressed, I have learned that some of us must maintain that distance.
It is hardly beneficial to become wrapped up in the affairs of another, despite how deeply they may impact our sense of self. It serves us well to maintain some artificial boundaries as a means to eliminate the pain of loss should such an influence be taken away.
Developing the discipline of discerning the correct ratio of ego to apply to the perception of others is a long and arduous task, but only through its mastery can one begin to feel complete despite the chaos of outside influences.
Which is to say: I am not me, but we both benefit from interactions which are beneficial to our psyche.
The most important element to remember is that despite all else, your self and ego will still be retained after separation from the external source of your happiness.
Fostering self love may seem a pointless endeavor in times of joy, but maintaining such love for yourself in times of trial can only serve you well.
Take care to feed the good in you and it will take care of you in turn.
No man is an island, but some are better suited to their place on a peninsula than others.
For I believe that the godhead resides within each of us, as an inherent extension of our very existence.
Consciousness itself is the gift by which a being may hope to attain a seat at the infinite table, and individuation is the means by which to attain it.
We were each born to ascend back to our place as part of the universal whole, from which we left to live a life characterized by our very striving to achieve that goal again.
Only in death will we reunite completely with the peace of light.
So ask yourself:
'How have my habits affected those around me?
How can this be made right?
And what if it cannot?
At what point will I take a step back?
At what point will I observe the consequences and assess the alternatives?
Will it be me, on my deathbed, begging for forgiveness?
Or will I ride into that eternal dark, having left integrity in my wake?'
In life there are journeys one must make alone. Some by choice, some by circumstance, some by downright (and damned if I do say,) blind luck. It is easy to believe that others will be there, to believe that sympathy and empathy are one and the same. You would be wise to reconsider your approach, if you find this to be the case.
No one can hold your hand through the trials of growth. No one can carry your burden through the tribulation of development. The anger that you feel may be emulated, even reciprocated, but the sorrow you know will always be yours alone.
This is how we grow, as strong and vibrant individuals: by facing the harsh realities of a world that would love to otherwise destroy the very fabric of what makes us human.
All systems trend toward disorder, and as such, control is a fool’s illusion. The acceptance of this fact will serve you well along the way.
Human beings are frail creatures, lacking the physical fortitude of our primate relatives. It is by intelligence and sheer indomitable will that our species was chosen by the process of natural selection.
This is what separates us from other life forms: the ability to subconsciously comprehend abstraction and formulate complex responses to the circumstances of the reality in which we find ourselves inextricably bound.
Now, through deduction and subsequent reduction, we draw conclusions based upon the observable data. For some of us, the outcome is purely analytical, for others spiritual, and for the vast majority it’s somewhere in between.
Any man or woman who claims to fully understand the nature of reality is a bald-faced liar. Accept no single source at their word, whether it be pope or parent.
By any account this point of view is solipsistic, even nihilistic in nature. And yet, tens of thousands of years of selective breeding have not produced a generation of minds capable of truly comprehending and enveloping the ineffable nature of reality.
Though there may be a theoretical framework laid; and though our practices may have become infinitely more complex, the bounds of human knowledge have yet to define age old questions of the purpose of life or the individual.
What I am about to say is not an original thought: Individuality is a game that the supreme being plays with itself.
Within the infinite nature of creation lies the sobering realization that a life alone is not a life worth living. Surviving for the sake of survivability produces negligible intellectual development.
To exist as a single being in the void, a single light in the dark, would cause one to atrophy in all forms. As such, the only answer to stemming the tide of this infinite entropy is individuality.
I truly believe, blindly and without evidence, that the ability to live as a single and distinct being amongst many is the single wish of the prime mover.
So enjoy your life. You aren’t getting any younger, and you’ve been around a lot longer than it may seen.
To be quite honest, there isn’t a single thing that hasn’t been said before.
The responsibility of the individual is to present their ideas in a manner which compliments the zeitgeist.
At our core, we are creatures of habit, and the written word is a dated means of communication. At least, for me, therein lies the appeal: poetic prose allows the re-iteration of the current state of memetics in a form often disregarded by the uninitiated, but well known to the venerable.
In short, it carries the weight of the visual and sonic arts to a crowd otherwise oblivious to the active evolution of the psyche.
You may think you can do this on your own and at your wish, it shall be done.

Though men and women may disagree over the importance of this or that, in unity we could elevate the bond of our shared ancestry, as yet another link in the chain which will lead us to a complete existence. We must individually rise above the dregs of our conditioning for the betterment of humanity.

Every existent life form shares the similarity of cellular unity.

If only people could see the importance of subordinating their desires, despite the allure of capital growth, we could achieve the state of organism, an integral step in realizing the greater good of mankind.

Put simply, if we could escape the bonds of feudalism, then we could see clearly from eyes, set within heads, set upon shoulders, built upon a base of form serving function.

If we could all only agree to take this step toward a state of being, perhaps the planet and animals and our understanding of the very fabric of space and time would follow.

Perhaps we could become greater than the sum of these parts and exist freely in union without such a contrived ideal as utopia.

A piece of me still craves the attention of others, but as time passes, that piece becomes smaller. I dream of the day on which I will awaken to realize that I have never needed this prying, cloying, distinctively motherly recognition.

It is a shame that I have endured this long in life without addressing this issue. Resolution of such a vicious error of personality could only serve me well in future endeavors, and yet here it has been, festering inside the deepest recesses of my mind.

I owe it to myself to seek the cause of such an obsession.

I have an undying urge to control that which can be controlled, and my dependence upon this familiar approval can surely be overcome.

This is an issue which I find myself to be incapable of remotely observing and excising, and as such, I have employed outside assistance in pursuit of this goal. It is my hope that the guidance of an impartial escort will lead me to a realization which my chauvinistic mind is incapable of reaching on its own.

I must follow my intuition, fuck my feelings.

I have never once felt an emotion which genuinely enhanced my condition.

I have many times felt a pull which was utilized as a means to manipulate. The circumstance in which I find myself is so utterly hopeless that passion could only serve to distress.

This pursuit of noble aim is a concept that has been lost on me for some time.

I have sought the superior place; I have sought the liquor of fools.

This confidence I have achieved is based on the assumption that what I do is right or somehow virtuous. I am struggling to learn that virtue is a fallacy of my own imagination. That which is so meaningful and worthy to my current point of view is downright destructive to the views of others.

By attributing value to the pursuit of a noble existence, I am granted ability rooted in kindness rather than perceived value to the self. If my actions are performed with gentle intent, perhaps they will be better received by the hivemind than those performed in self interest.

I am now beginning to see that the superiority I have been seeking is an indulgence of the ego.

“If I could only make me right,” declares the selfish portion of my psyche. However, this rectitude is mired in controversy and would lower the development of my psyche to a level far removed from mastery.

I must seek my noble aim as a means to restore conscious impediment to my base desires.

In this moment I have become aware that my fate may be mired in mediocrity. However, the illusion of greatness weighs heavy above the head in which my ego resides. I must conquer this desire to achieve, as a means to an end more illustrious than I could possibly imagine.

A true acceptance of the mean, coming from within, will bring me to the correct position once again. This posture is worth the sacrifice of my ambitions despite the disdain rendered by the self-absorbed domains of my psyche.

I currently possess every comfort for which a man could crave. It is my responsibility to accept this position and move forward with the work as the most central aspect of my mind.

I must want not, for in wanting I debase the most powerful desires of the self.

Perhaps my assumptions have never been correct. Perhaps I hold within myself a worldview which is irreconcilable with the modern times.

I am willing to accept that my understanding of existent reality may be flawed at its most basic level. Through this willingness to embrace my own incompatibilities with others, I am delivered from the negative headspace inherent to enmity.

With eyes wide open, I see each person for the content of their character and not their judgments of the external. I see within, to the interpersonal struggles we all may wrestle in our daily lives.

This awareness brings me an empathy and understanding of the human condition that I would not otherwise be capable of espousing.

Despite all extrinsic factors, we are in this together.

During times of difficulty one may find it beneficial to consult the oracle within.

This is not a pleasant process and stems from a basic need for connection with the beauty of creation, which may be inaccessible in one’s waking life. This journey should not be taken lightly, with heavy consideration given to timing, obligation, and possible psychic damage endured during its undertaking.

The desired outcome is a revitalization of the enthusiasm directed towards the path that one’s life may take. However, the caution required cannot be overstated, as such consultation may ignite myriad neuroses within.

Under ideal circumstances, self-reflection alone may be enough to overcome any barriers to personal development. The oracle should only be utilized when the obstruction becomes insurmountable after much contemplation.

By adhering to a strict reluctance to bypass the mundane aspects of the work, one ensures success in surmounting the principle predicament of their query.

Wisdom is not granted by the oracle itself. Integration requires a careful study of the resulting attainments.

Have you allowed yourself to become the victim of your own desire to be accepted by people with which you perceive a common ground?

Perhaps your perception has become distorted and you must work through this issue in a meaningful and solitary way.

Maybe you are enraptured by the allure of a lifestyle you have never lived, or more likely, it is carnal passion rearing its head in an otherwise hopeless time in your life.

We must realize that these sources of external approval and rushing endorphins do not represent a significant and meaningful development in the evolution of our psyche.

The approval we seek is unimportant, a physical validation that would be meaningless or perhaps even detrimental to the ongoing development of our inner self.

As I seek in others the changes I wish to make within myself, it becomes clear that the work of developing discipline in the face of temptation requires more effort.

Is there a means by which I may be able to support and cherish these external sources while maintaining enough solidarity to do what must be done in my own life?

Perhaps by the mere acknowledgement of the query, I have already made some progress along the lines of distancing my inner self from such egoistic impulse.

More likely, the ego is attempting to hijack the efforts of the self to further its own unthinking agenda.

Once again, I have allowed myself to become the victim of my own desire to be accepted by people with which I perceive a common ground. My perception may be distorted and it is important for me to work through this issue in a meaningful and solitary way.

Perhaps I am enraptured by the allure of a lifestyle I have never lived, or more likely, it is carnal passion rearing its head in an otherwise hopeless time in my life. I must realize that these sources of external approval and rushing endorphins do not represent a significant and meaningful development in the evolution of my psyche.

The approval I seek here is unimportant, a physical validation that would be meaningless or perhaps even detrimental to the ongoing development of my inner self. As I seek in others the changes I wish to make within myself, it becomes clear that the work of developing discipline in the face of temptation requires more effort.

Is there a means by which I may be able to support and cherish these external sources while maintaining enough solidarity to do what must be done in my own life?

Perhaps by the mere acknowledgement of the query, I have already made some progress along the lines of distancing my inner self from such egoistic impulse.

More likely, the ego is attempting to hijack the efforts of the self to further its own unthinking agenda.

I am facing a crucial trial in my journey, and I have been this way before. I must now learn new methods by which to limit the influence of external factors on my own development without resorting to segregation.

This is the greatest trial that I have yet faced in my lifetime.

Am I truly hopeless to carry this dream in my heart of meeting the one who would complete the pieces I’ve been putting together for the better part of my lifetime?

Is it wrong to believe that there is a relation that could carry my own sentiment and complement my worldview in times of darkness and light?

Is this the dragon that men like me chase into the grave?

Whatever the answer may be, you are sure to find out more about yourself in pursuit of this ideal. As such, I would not consider it a wasted effort despite any lack of lasting result. Without the knowledge of self granted by knowledge of others, you would be utterly incapable of making progress along the lines of your own convolution.

Pursuit of the idealized form awakens the idealized form within yourself.

You must choose not to give this up for the simple comforts. You must seek meaning in a purpose greater than the release of earthly pleasures on demand.

You will find your place among the greatness within, so long as your appetites will allow.

Sometimes we meet people that alter the course of our lives in ways that we could not foresee. It is difficult to remain dispassionate and distant from individuals who affect so much change in our psyche, but as time has progressed, I have learned that some of us must maintain that distance.

It is hardly beneficial to become wrapped up in the affairs of another, despite how deeply they may impact our sense of self. It serves us well to maintain some artificial boundaries as a means to eliminate the pain of loss should such an influence be taken away.

Developing the discipline of discerning the correct ratio of ego to apply to the perception of others is a long and arduous task, but only through its mastery can one begin to feel complete despite the chaos of outside influences.

Which is to say: I am not me, but we both benefit from interactions which are beneficial to our psyche.

The most important element to remember is that despite all else, your self and ego will still be retained after separation from the external source of your happiness.

Fostering self love may seem a pointless endeavor in times of joy, but maintaining such love for yourself in times of trial can only serve you well.

Take care to feed the good in you and it will take care of you in turn.

No man is an island, but some are better suited to their place on a peninsula than others.

For I believe that the godhead resides within each of us, as an inherent extension of our very existence.

Consciousness itself is the gift by which a being may hope to attain a seat at the infinite table, and individuation is the means by which to attain it.

We were each born to ascend back to our place as part of the universal whole, from which we left to live a life characterized by our very striving to achieve that goal again.

Only in death will we reunite completely with the peace of light.

So ask yourself:

'How have my habits affected those around me?

How can this be made right?

And what if it cannot?

At what point will I take a step back?

At what point will I observe the consequences and assess the alternatives?

Will it be me, on my deathbed, begging for forgiveness?

Or will I ride into that eternal dark, having left integrity in my wake?'

In life there are journeys one must make alone. Some by choice, some by circumstance, some by downright (and damned if I do say,) blind luck. It is easy to believe that others will be there, to believe that sympathy and empathy are one and the same. You would be wise to reconsider your approach, if you find this to be the case.

No one can hold your hand through the trials of growth. No one can carry your burden through the tribulation of development. The anger that you feel may be emulated, even reciprocated, but the sorrow you know will always be yours alone.

This is how we grow, as strong and vibrant individuals: by facing the harsh realities of a world that would love to otherwise destroy the very fabric of what makes us human.

All systems trend toward disorder, and as such, control is a fool’s illusion. The acceptance of this fact will serve you well along the way.

Human beings are frail creatures, lacking the physical fortitude of our primate relatives. It is by intelligence and sheer indomitable will that our species was chosen by the process of natural selection.

This is what separates us from other life forms: the ability to subconsciously comprehend abstraction and formulate complex responses to the circumstances of the reality in which we find ourselves inextricably bound.

Now, through deduction and subsequent reduction, we draw conclusions based upon the observable data. For some of us, the outcome is purely analytical, for others spiritual, and for the vast majority it’s somewhere in between.

Any man or woman who claims to fully understand the nature of reality is a bald-faced liar. Accept no single source at their word, whether it be pope or parent.

By any account this point of view is solipsistic, even nihilistic in nature. And yet, tens of thousands of years of selective breeding have not produced a generation of minds capable of truly comprehending and enveloping the ineffable nature of reality.

Though there may be a theoretical framework laid; and though our practices may have become infinitely more complex, the bounds of human knowledge have yet to define age old questions of the purpose of life or the individual.

What I am about to say is not an original thought: Individuality is a game that the supreme being plays with itself.

Within the infinite nature of creation lies the sobering realization that a life alone is not a life worth living. Surviving for the sake of survivability produces negligible intellectual development.

To exist as a single being in the void, a single light in the dark, would cause one to atrophy in all forms. As such, the only answer to stemming the tide of this infinite entropy is individuality.

I truly believe, blindly and without evidence, that the ability to live as a single and distinct being amongst many is the single wish of the prime mover.

So enjoy your life. You aren’t getting any younger, and you’ve been around a lot longer than it may seen.

To be quite honest, there isn’t a single thing that hasn’t been said before.

The responsibility of the individual is to present their ideas in a manner which compliments the zeitgeist.

At our core, we are creatures of habit, and the written word is a dated means of communication. At least, for me, therein lies the appeal: poetic prose allows the re-iteration of the current state of memetics in a form often disregarded by the uninitiated, but well known to the venerable.

In short, it carries the weight of the visual and sonic arts to a crowd otherwise oblivious to the active evolution of the psyche.

You may think you can do this on your own and at your wish, it shall be done.