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My personal take on life is that humans by nature are often prone to makeup their own narratives, I.E. 'truths'.

Often these self-constructed 'truths' are comfort blankets for a deeply embedded need to: mistrust and demonize ideas, peoples & belief systems, that present uncomfortable truths to the individual. When presented with ideas that are foreign to their emotional wishes & needs, people will then often make up a complex narrative on why such-and-such isn't true and is actually 'the enemy'.
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Never profit at the expense of others, only in the service of others.
I do believe this is in the Bible someplace.
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Never profit at the expense of others, only in the service of others.

i would hypothetically agree if your "others" included the animal, plant, and mircorgasmic kingdom, but living in a world of humans it, i must cast an intense shade of skepticism of this being a possibility.





When people constantly seek truth, their consciousness expands over time. That can come in many forms. Like Bruce Lee said “all knowledge is self knowledge”.*

Ultimately over time with higher consciousness people come to realize we are all one in the same. Humans are very similar just self motivations are different. Enlightenment is definitely possible.

Unfortunately there are many miserable people who will never seek truth out of fear, laziness, weakness, addictions, stupidity, etc. and will never be perceptive enough to see that and will most likely live unfulfilling lives.

When Ram Das was asked “how do you deal with all the stupid/jerk ppl in the world?”, Ram Das responded “with 100% compassion”. Compassion that they have not reached the next level towards enlightenment.

Your perception is your reality.



Like Bruce Lee said “all knowledge is self knowledge”.*
Was not Bruce Lee who said it. Bruce Lee read it while he was recovering, most of what he said was memorized things he read from mysticals and one great mind, the greatest I've fond so far, the one who said those words, he actually didn't said those words exactly, those words by themselves are wrong. Self knowledge is wisdom, wisdom and knowledge are two different things.

I disagree with everything you said, I think you're confused, I can further tell you if you're inclined in the search for truth, not that I have it, but maybe you want something to think about... only trough private messages because it would be off-topic.

I disagree with everything except this:
Your perception is your reality.



Words are to reality what... I was going to say sex is to porn, but even that has more in common.

But that's stuff not worth getting into here, most people either don't care and even if they did would not get trough it, it takes too much effort for no retribution. It's simpler to hear the now more fashionable gurus, and the Jordan Peterson's, and Tolle's of this world and be told what to do.



"How tall is King Kong ?"
Chuck Jones (unfortunately I only have the french edition of Jones' "Chuck Amuck", so I can't quote it here, but it features a wonderful letter he wrote to a friend of his, explaining how a horse's death made him loathe grownups forever, and how his friend turned out to be one of the very few adults he could tolerate).
In a way, the thread got bumped in the shoutbox (ironically, the shoutbox evokes Tex Avery more than Chuck Jones, to me : I picture it a bit like the bottle Spike screams into in order to not awaken the hibernating bear). So, opportunity to correct myself :

It wasn't Chuck Jones who wrote it, and it wasn't about a horse. I finally found a non-translated version of Chuck Amuck, and I found said letter in it. It was by the animator Ben Washam, and it was addressed to Chuck Jones :

September 14, 1981

Dear Chuck—

On my tenth birthday my father gave me a mule. It was truly love at first sight. I named him Spencer after a rifle I saw advertised in a Sears, Roebuck catalog.

The spring and summer that followed were the most wonderful in my memory. We rode over and through every hill and swamp in northeast Arkansas.

In the fall after the crops were in, everybody went to the county fair, especially Spencer and me.

Aside from judging cows, pigs, chickens, cakes, pies and the like, stump pulling was a community favorite.

The stumps were dynamited out of the ground (a few days before the fair started), then a mule was hitched to the stump. The mule that pulled the stump the greatest distance won—Spencer and me won.

First prize was a Rhode Island Red Rooster and a blue ribbon with Robert E. Lee’s face painted on it with gold paint. I was so proud I kissed Spencer. Everybody laughed and my mother made me wash my face.

At this time I learned about evil. I learned evil lurks in unsuspected places and, like a spider, attacks without warning.

An aunt, who later turned out to be unsavory, invited me to have a soda pop with her.

Leaving Spencer eating hay and my rooster tied to a wagon wheel, we went off to the refreshment tent.

Everything was fine. I even got a piece of cake. The soda pop was great—I saved half of it for Spencer.

When I returned to the wagon, Spencer was gone. I grabbed a pitchfork and went looking for the thief. After looking all over the fairgrounds they finally told me that some Yankee from Chicago gave my father fifty dollars for Spencer.

My devastation was completed that evening—my mother cooked my rooster for supper.

I spent the next day planning revenge. The thought of putting a water moccasin in my father’s bed was pleasant. Then it occurred to me that anybody that mean wouldn’t be troubled by a water moccasin. By the end of the day I had concluded that I couldn’t fight them, but I could make sure that I never became one of them—so I made a vow never to become an adult, or care for an adult.

To make sure that I would never break the vow, I ate a green persimmon—eating a green persimmon was a sure way to test a person’s sincerity. Anyone who would eat a green persimmon to back up their word had to be honest. That was especially true in courtships—however, I don’t remember ever hearing of any girl eating a green persimmon.

From that time I walked into the hills and valleys of life, secure in the knowledge that I was free from adults, Yankees and unsavory aunts in particular. (It was my aunt who lured me away from Spencer with the promise of a soda pop. Deep in my heart I know that old harridan dwells in the north side of hell with all the Yankees.)

I have mellowed over the years. My vow has not been broken, only bent a little. So it is that I can tell you that you are one of the few adults I have come to love and respect.

My reason for telling you this is because I want to wish you a happy birthday and impress upon you that such a wish coming from me is no small effort.
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I share your views on music. And I try to see each genre of music as an individual strand of art. I've devoted my whole life to music. I'm not a fanatic. I just love it very much. I know how to play several instruments. And I opened my own music school for kids who want to learn to play and dedicate their life to it like I did. Even created a website for my startup business. Specifically a school. As for Reddit. I didn't see your thread there. Reddit is a good platform that also has a lot of people with similar tastes as us. I'm going to buy reddit upvotes to get new customers to my store.