We the gifted, we are discriminated
Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 11:48 am
It is time to put the word on the thing.
There's this poll on google which says 45% of MIT and such graduates are still virgin. I doubt they're all joking.
When I was a teen I had trouble socializing, with people giving up on me. I went back to read, and I was already writing like an adult when I was 13 or 14. So when I thought I was boring, well I was, but it's more that I was frustrating them. And when you frustrate everyone, then they team up to venge themselves.
Remember the stigma on D&D, on vidya, and then on computers. It wasn't because the activity was shameful, but because it was used by shamed people, as the best means of escapism. So the stigma was a symptom, and not the cause of why we were laughable.
This all comes down to fear of the difference, or more precisely the fear from existing. To exist it means, in a way, that there's me and the rest. And so the stranger the rest, the more then I exist, because then the more I stand apart. I think it wouldn't be so pronounced if we taught children about the confusion of being, instead of going around it and confusing them with random knowledge.
As soon as possible, they have to be briefed about the existential situation. It's ridiculous, but it's true. To simply say that we are without knowing why and how, or even what we are, and so we are on a quest to pacify this mess to figure it out, then to simply say that already it would be helpful.
The aggression of the poorly graded, and the pretension of the smart, it is just a defense system from this strangeness which confuses them oppressively. So they have to shield themselves from the unknown, the non-understood. They're not briefed about the core issue, but treated like meat to wonder about it all in a corner, with no solidarity, and then we wonder why it's such a mess, and a psychological tragedy. Even the authority isn't assuming itself.
The intensity of being, it is one reason people kind of like tyranny, or at least to be in a submissive state. To be at the top of the reins, to be totally free, free from conflicts/power/obligations/religion/addictions, then it means being in complete awareness of the situation. People don't want that, because they haven't been prepared. They are raised in the cushion of ignorance.
If you really, really think about it, the fact that we exist in a seemingly imperfect world, with threats around, it is to the reason profoundly disturbing, because it goes to the core of existence. We don't exist in a special cloud. We are a branch of it all. So if it is flawed, then deep to the core of it all, it would be flawed, and the metaphysical consequences are puzzling.
But personally, I'm afraid more from perfection than imperfection. Because perfection, it feels like being on rails, like prisoners, though maybe it isn't. In a perfect world I'd feel like the slave of my every moment. So in imperfection, I take comfort. There is room to breathe. haha
Already, nobody will agree with what I have said. People never agree with me, because it means agreeing with the fringe, and so being on the fringe, and so it's psychological suicide. Just reading my words, it increases your odds to stay virgin, or to become virgin again if you aren't.
The more likely thing is that perfection and imperfection are both no more than words on the page. So then it would be the reason which is flawed. Or maybe, we decide if they mean anything, and maybe even it means something for those who believe it, but they can only bring the world to follow in this view at the measure of the will of others.
Sometimes, I imagine there is the people, and there's really nothing else. It's like the falling tree doesn't make a sound if nobody hears it, but in a more advanced way, because I believe surely the tree is always there, and the sound also, but it is part of the people.
I see the universe as a web of consciousness pools, with the matter inbetween perceptions, and with multiple perspectives. Whereas people see the universe as a bunch of billiard balls, with their minds who-knows-where. But the mind is just there, and it's likely that's all there is. The mind is the edge, looking in. These colours and stuff, this is the universe. People reject it, because then it causes problem with religion, as you have to claim paternity.
The Bible, it is funny when you think about it, because it looks like a man who looked at the world, and tried to imagine it with less people, then less and less, to have an idea of how it all started. Then instead of imagining that before the first man, there was a ape, then a fish before that (which would be quite a feat of imagining), then he had to settle on "the first man got out of the ground, because of the will of something greater than man, and with power over matter".
All the rest then, it is a beautiful but flawed thought experiment. The funny thing is that in a way, it is holy still. You have these men who tried their best to express the will of God, and either they were right, or either they were speaking the will of all the will there is. It is just the knowledge was lacking, so it has to be reconsidered, but the will in a way is very precious. Maybe we will never have a situation again where the will is expressed so purely, with blind candor.
Anyway, I am a bit deviating. I tend to be inadequate. I don't know what to say. I must go to sleep. You'll just have to deal with this mess. I think I am slightly antisocial. It's because people don't recognize my genius.
I'm learning to write more obscurely so that eventually, it'll be recognized
There's this poll on google which says 45% of MIT and such graduates are still virgin. I doubt they're all joking.
When I was a teen I had trouble socializing, with people giving up on me. I went back to read, and I was already writing like an adult when I was 13 or 14. So when I thought I was boring, well I was, but it's more that I was frustrating them. And when you frustrate everyone, then they team up to venge themselves.
Remember the stigma on D&D, on vidya, and then on computers. It wasn't because the activity was shameful, but because it was used by shamed people, as the best means of escapism. So the stigma was a symptom, and not the cause of why we were laughable.
This all comes down to fear of the difference, or more precisely the fear from existing. To exist it means, in a way, that there's me and the rest. And so the stranger the rest, the more then I exist, because then the more I stand apart. I think it wouldn't be so pronounced if we taught children about the confusion of being, instead of going around it and confusing them with random knowledge.
As soon as possible, they have to be briefed about the existential situation. It's ridiculous, but it's true. To simply say that we are without knowing why and how, or even what we are, and so we are on a quest to pacify this mess to figure it out, then to simply say that already it would be helpful.
The aggression of the poorly graded, and the pretension of the smart, it is just a defense system from this strangeness which confuses them oppressively. So they have to shield themselves from the unknown, the non-understood. They're not briefed about the core issue, but treated like meat to wonder about it all in a corner, with no solidarity, and then we wonder why it's such a mess, and a psychological tragedy. Even the authority isn't assuming itself.
The intensity of being, it is one reason people kind of like tyranny, or at least to be in a submissive state. To be at the top of the reins, to be totally free, free from conflicts/power/obligations/religion/addictions, then it means being in complete awareness of the situation. People don't want that, because they haven't been prepared. They are raised in the cushion of ignorance.
If you really, really think about it, the fact that we exist in a seemingly imperfect world, with threats around, it is to the reason profoundly disturbing, because it goes to the core of existence. We don't exist in a special cloud. We are a branch of it all. So if it is flawed, then deep to the core of it all, it would be flawed, and the metaphysical consequences are puzzling.
But personally, I'm afraid more from perfection than imperfection. Because perfection, it feels like being on rails, like prisoners, though maybe it isn't. In a perfect world I'd feel like the slave of my every moment. So in imperfection, I take comfort. There is room to breathe. haha
Already, nobody will agree with what I have said. People never agree with me, because it means agreeing with the fringe, and so being on the fringe, and so it's psychological suicide. Just reading my words, it increases your odds to stay virgin, or to become virgin again if you aren't.
The more likely thing is that perfection and imperfection are both no more than words on the page. So then it would be the reason which is flawed. Or maybe, we decide if they mean anything, and maybe even it means something for those who believe it, but they can only bring the world to follow in this view at the measure of the will of others.
Sometimes, I imagine there is the people, and there's really nothing else. It's like the falling tree doesn't make a sound if nobody hears it, but in a more advanced way, because I believe surely the tree is always there, and the sound also, but it is part of the people.
I see the universe as a web of consciousness pools, with the matter inbetween perceptions, and with multiple perspectives. Whereas people see the universe as a bunch of billiard balls, with their minds who-knows-where. But the mind is just there, and it's likely that's all there is. The mind is the edge, looking in. These colours and stuff, this is the universe. People reject it, because then it causes problem with religion, as you have to claim paternity.
The Bible, it is funny when you think about it, because it looks like a man who looked at the world, and tried to imagine it with less people, then less and less, to have an idea of how it all started. Then instead of imagining that before the first man, there was a ape, then a fish before that (which would be quite a feat of imagining), then he had to settle on "the first man got out of the ground, because of the will of something greater than man, and with power over matter".
All the rest then, it is a beautiful but flawed thought experiment. The funny thing is that in a way, it is holy still. You have these men who tried their best to express the will of God, and either they were right, or either they were speaking the will of all the will there is. It is just the knowledge was lacking, so it has to be reconsidered, but the will in a way is very precious. Maybe we will never have a situation again where the will is expressed so purely, with blind candor.
Anyway, I am a bit deviating. I tend to be inadequate. I don't know what to say. I must go to sleep. You'll just have to deal with this mess. I think I am slightly antisocial. It's because people don't recognize my genius.
I'm learning to write more obscurely so that eventually, it'll be recognized