I think it is a very, very useful tool for self-liberation.
Thank you.
I am very happy for you. The tao gives me self-liberation and just purpose that feels very real to me.
Cheers 
How can you be happy for me? Be happy for you. I am not happy at the moment. I wanted to give a brief account on my intellectual appreciation for a device which is most often mistaken and another person showed that it can be done in a way that helps no one but harms one. For a moment. I’m happy again. What did you say?
how can I be happy for you? . . . well, b/c I am obviously glad when others have good things happen to them, just like I am glad when things go good for me.
Misunderstood you? Little possibility. You see,
“Pawel knows how to make his way around words”
You just stopped…
Or.
You’re naive. Either intelectually or linguistically. Sorry, if you feel offended either by my protective attitude before or straightforward words now. I’ll explain.
The former put aside, naivete:
intelectual: how can you think liberation is given?
lingustic: how can you say liberation is given?
intelectual: you know something is real when you feel it’s real?
linguistic: you should say “that is real”
Either this or that.
Now back to feelings. The ego shrinks, distorts, transforms, etc. That’s natural. The question is what happens to you when it happens in you.
When it makes you pissed, angry, hateful, delighted or melting, that’s fine.
When you got the shakes, convulsions, torment, or derealization, that’s surely hard to take. Ask why.
It occurs to me that I might be missing the point entirely, that is your point. I feel fine with myself. Do you?
I might add that you don’t differentiate well, but I shut my mouth.
Rewuki wrote
Rewuki,
Why did you thank us?
Michael
Courtesy. As such, not self-seeking but ‘lending’ (if that’s the word) all the respect and appreciation I have for the Buddha’s teaching.
In the context it was for you to think more about what I say. You did, well then. Did you think why I say it?
I keep typing cause I like to use my brain the way I like.
Don’t mispell my surname. As such, not a thing in itself, but it shows you don’t pay attention to what someone is called. I like my surname. You don’t even know what some surnames do to their owners. Stupid? Well, hell no. So don’t. Perhaps too many words for one thing, but I don’t care what you think about it. My name is Rewucki.
Despite that my girlfriend said Rewuki sounds like in Japanese of which we had cordial laughter. It was when yromemtnetsisrep did it as first. I told him the same what I said to you, just different words. But the laughter was in privacy, the forum is public. Gee, it’s so obvious. Why should I say it at all?
If I ever mispell someone’s nickname without awareness, make me remind in what circumstances and apologize for that.
Was that a deliberate illiteracy ?
Ah, was just waiting for someone.
I don’t know for real. As far as I rememeber he was making more spelling mistakes than average - but the average is only felt here, not computed statistically (although I have a digital concept on adjective comparison). The standard of mine is from proofreader’s experience. Never got to think of mastery in it. Just too little work. But I wander a lot. Like right now.
Checked the dictionary to be sure we talk of one thing.
You can’t be deliberately illiterate. Well, maybe only in cases like “Take the fucking pen away from me. I’ll never write a single word. Nor look at or rememeber one.” Whoa.
I checked the “delibarate” more carefully. It had slightly different connotations to me. You see? I just go on with no backspacing. Take that for honesty and have fun from a ridiculous quote in itself. Search around, the fun will be more doubtful. Truly you get what you expect.
I try to break the habit of expecting ill-will. It makes miracles. No, not it the fucking world, no doves, springs and fireworks. The point is that I see the things good. They are just that. I worked much on perception, empirically and conceptually. I don’t slip into fantasies, I shake off any comes. The vibrant.
So… my very first thought was that you insult my girlfriend. It felt like this. The hint was you broke the quote at the place where the subject was one. All grammar for now. Then the thought came you’re making fun of yromemtnetsisrep. I associated him with somewhat heavy in thoughts (I know what it sounds, I’m not afraid of words when they help me, for those with everything before their eyes: rather centered very low, fuckers). Stunned? I just follow some pattern. Next.
Knowing first hand your malicious inclinations in an intelectual and esthetically attractive frame you like to identify with, I took the safer option (you aim at the guy), not leaving a trace of offence or suspicion or fear of the other (that you aim at my love). Got into definitions. Wanted to create the proper area of relation. It occured to me that in case I don’t know what you meant that would be truly pointless. So I backed myself up with the perceptive trick (NOT the intellectual one) and moved towards you. I tell what you are. I tell what’s in me to the bottom. I give a recount. And.
Will you tell me what you have on your mind? I have no idea of any kind. Just a bunch of collective, self-sustaining assumptions ready to transform, take some direction or just spread in all directions without a trace.
JAILHOUSE ROCK by Mick
I’ve long believed Elvis and other rock stars were “prophets”, appearing like voices in the stuffy wilderness with the refreshing message “rebel”!
Its as if God sent them into this prison we call a world to free us from the jailhouse…
Jesus said the same thing -
“God has authorised me…to proclaim freedom for the prisoners…” (Luke 4:18 )
And his fans quickly cottoned on -
“Jesus saved you from the empty way of life handed you by your forefathers” (1 Pet 1:18 )
No doubt in years to come, bewildered scholars will sit down and try to fathom out the hidden meanings behind such profound lyrics from all the Prophets of Rock such as -
“Well you can do anything but stay offa my blue suede shoes” (Elvis)
“See you later alligator, in a while crocodile” (Bill Haley)
“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” (Jerry Lee Lewis)
“Be bop a lula she’s my baby” (Gene Vincent)
“A wop bop a loo bop a lop bam bam” (Little Richard)
etc…
Right Elvis?
“Uh-huh”…
Hey Mick in England, this is Mike in New England.
Did I spell your name wrong? No matter. I tell what you are anyway.
Anyhoo, talk to me baby. 
Good morning starshine
The earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy glub gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba nabba
Le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla
Nooby abba naba
Early morning singing song
(Oh, was my grammar correct?)
Mike
I feel indebted, you little dick. Look down.
Look back. See? That’s where you got me. Uhhh…
I feel I’m living a tao-oriented life, with buddhism as good backdrop. But I feel I was living this way before I discovered both philosophies, so perhaps I’m just more aware of what I’m “not-doing”
I’ve given up a ton of attachments, but it still bothers me that I can’t give them all up. Buddhism seems to require and extreme commitment. Maybe extreme is not the right word. But based on my perceived limits, it is the right word. I can’t see myself becoming a monk in this lifetime.
Will you let me out? I feel uncomforable. There is nothing here except for the sense of indebtment. What the fuck is the business?
Gee, man, relax. “Illiteracy” as in error of spelling, or ignorance. Check it out :
dictionary.reference.com/browse/illiteracy
I don’t mean any harm. Hell, I won’t even talk to you any more if that suits you. I just find it funny how you convert profound issues such as Buddhism into little trinkets of “I like it, it’s a good tool”, and conversely adorn little trinkets like name spelling or easy poetry with flamboyant idiosyncrasies.
I relax all the time.
Don’t want more dics in my head.
“dics”… deliberately by the wayside, I presume.
This side or that side. Won’t need them.
I’m writing a REAL ONE.