The self isn’t a delusion.
For example, I cannot hop from body to body, person to person, changing bodies as I please, even though I would like to.
You are trapped inside your body and your brain. The body is a black hole. This black hole is the “self”.
The western delusion of self is referred to as, a self defined as “what is that person’s favorite color”.
Well any color can be ugly, it depends on what colors it is next to, and mood and context.
The western delusion of every westerner being “special”. They are not “special”, although every one of them is unique.
A wise fighter once said, “Why don’t you stick your head up my butt and fight for air?”
So you’re saying that the Imaginer is not an object until they imagine themselves? I say selves because you say that “each” self is not really distinct from other selves that are also not really distinct from anything else in reality. So I’m not exactly sure how they can be connected, rather than a indeterminate blob, but that’s on you to explain.
Yous lift yourselves up by the boot straps in front of the mirror while yous say this kind of stuff, right? And there’s a mirror right behind the mirror you’re in front of, so it has this infinite reflection thing going, huh?
He doesn’t mean that as a compliment. I don’t know what he means it as, but I am pretty damn sure it’s not a compliment.
Do you think that if you stick your head up your ass, peace will come?
I’d rather write to you.
Those who understand with their asses think about peace, but live in constant conflict.
…profound interplay.
muting thread.