And how many ways, how many regurgitations, can one make of philosophy…simply so one’s parade of
words, prances get’s acknoledged as divine?
How many ways can one restructure old memes, to be met with soft clapping, with a background of mahogany wood?
And do my words, along a background of blue and white pastels, get acknoledged as commonstance…whilst the others,
on beige hue, get regarded as great, special…classic, Hume, Kant Neitzche all superstars, magical.
But what do these so called “greats” have to offer? Does the telling of myth of Sisyphus really require a great mind?
Or simply, a child with too much time on their hands.
And when this doth proclaim…be prepared to be met against the angry energies, swarming goons…So quick to defend their so “called” greats…they are like a plague or bacteria…ready to swoon beneath the table.
And what is so called intelligence…but recognition of patterns, extended memory, and a few fancy words…
Cats are the apex and you may argue it not…You may argue that humans have the ultimate control…but do you, human,
have the ultimate control…Go against the established rules and see what control you have…No more than a cat.
A cat has equal likelyhood of sentience as a human…Humans are not so evolved…they think they are but they cannot even define how far and wide…how far and wide have humans evolved…technology is what they cling to as their shield.
when my words are on a different hue, so too will mine reach that special plateau.
My book, when it is written, shall not be this year…for a philosopher must simmer, sauteing…until the energies savory, seasoned,
compressing and condensing…it shall not be a long book, for time is short, nor pretentious, nor petty.
And how many things shall I say, where you’d be better served, discovering, finding out on your own…
Such as the idea of inherent existence of the universe…which is also coupled with the idea that Pain is the inherent state…Pain (and death) is also the prime motivator of Philosophy (All philosophy.)
When we disconnect from our brains we feel pain because that is the default state…rushing to find new bodies…
Such an idea is neither true nor false until it is verified…Our bodies, a sanctuary…
And look at the pitiful human race…full of lies…everything they do is insane…dictated by hedonism…simple complex machines…
Meat eating…look at them meat eat…when they say they care about animals…yet they cannot even disobey their simplistic cravings for even
a single meal…
what an unevolved primate…
Use this as a template to see what to expect from them…Form your interactions around this…realize that each human is selfish, weak-willed and hedonist…model your
interactions using this template…and when one loses a battle against the world, takes on the whole world and expects to win…hearing the echoes of the Erik Von Prometheus’s…calling you weak from the shadows…when You lose…
And how many out there would call me rude things, simply for stating the facts
and saying what needed to be done?
How many would spit on my DnA machine, simply unable to see wisdom.
I am done here.
