I now realize, that boredom is the absolute motivator for genius.
After all needs have been fulfilled: clean water, substantial food, shelter, warmth, luxury, sex, a man has nothing left TO DO. What can a man do, after all his needs are sufficed?? He lazes about in a daze, drifting to one source to the next, feeding his higher addictions. For information. Didd you know that electronic information is the most powerful drug of all? And that, as humanity continues to evolve, this drug will become more and more potent over the next decades?
But who is the supplier of information, except the philosopher? This is a man, who, creates thoughts and ideals for other people to consume. He is a drug dealer, of information, and a pimp to those addicted to their fixes. I, must, have, more, information. And the human mind never seems filled up, on top of all this luxury and excess, on top of this BOREDOM.
I can only imagine what it must feel like to sit on the throne of mankind, and to live under the curse of boredom. Didn’t the ancient pharaohs live this way, just absolutely bored with themselves? I am sure they did. So what did they do for fun? What did the roman emperors do for fun? They started to take their addictions higher. Not only was mere entertainment not enough, but the blood of christians soon became desired to fill this need, this starvation, due to boredom. So too, now, do people in the first world become restless in a stupor that requires MORE, MORE, MORE. The need is pertinent.
Why were weak minded Christian scum fed to thelions of Rome? Because it was a fun thing to do. It was fun to watch, these sub humans being torn apart by lions, having their innards spilled out onto the dust, and painted in crimson red. The cheer roared in a FURY, a blood lust. And the legions and legions of Roman citizens chanted for MORE, MORE BLOOD, to fill the needs of their boredom. So too now, this is where we find outselves today, right? Entertainment will not suffice. We need something more, POTENT, something more, VIOLENT.
Ancient pharaohs used to kill their citizens, for fun, for mere entertainment. Why not? So what will happen today when the citizens of the first world grow weary and restless, and hungry for more and more blood? HIstory has a strange way of repeating, doesn’t it?
What I do to fulfill my own boredom, is quite simple. I design very, very powerful and potent memes to affect weak minds (like yours) with my propaganda, with my ideals, and with my thinkings. It works everytime. In fact, I fail very infrequently. I know how to step right through all of your mental defenses. Why and how? It is because I have bene doing this a long time. I can even teach people how to do it, at this point. It is like an instruction manual, for controlling people’s minds.
But, one must be smart to be a GOOD trafficker of information. In this century, the true drug lords will be lords of information. Data lords. Trafficking new ideals from a source, a powerful CREATOR MIND, like God. This mind is the one who creates all the thoughts in the world. And other data lords want to emulate His thinking, but, cannot. Because the best thinking, and good thinking, is strictly genetic. You either are born with the thinking gene, or you are out of luck, sorry, case closed. Those who do have this thinking gene, well, we can create and destroy thoughts and ideals as God creates and destroys matter. We say what is, or what is not, for universal truths. And in doing so, in knowing ushc potent facts of the universe, can traffick this infomration to whomever pays the highest price.
Information is money.
And so boredom inspires me, as it inspire you. This is the WORST CURSE OF ALL, to be confined to boredom, and have nothing to do. It is the most painful existence, when one becomes UNSATIFIED even after all the amenities are fulfilled. One begins to crave blood, Christian blood. One wants to see it painted on the ground of the colloseum, in a fine display of guts and still warm organs, gushing everywhere. You can see the two powerful, male lions clamped on the shoulder and legs of a Christian animal, pulling him off the ground with their might, from opposite directions. The crowd rises to their feet, roaring with the lions, who can still be heard over the stadium full of fanatics. Then, the two lions backing apart in opposite directions, it happens, the Christian torso gets ripped in two and a splash of deep red blood sprays into the air. Isn’t it brilliant?! Isn’t it lushious and exhillerating?! It certainly is. You, dear reader, most likely are one of the crowd. But a few readers, are those of the Christian lot, who will be cast into the arena to await their own turn to die.
The strong feed on the weak, always.
The human body, and mind, never stops craving more and more consumption. The need only becomes more acute, sharper, as boredom chips away at the psyche.
