starting to feel like a rodent in a maze has lived and begins to realize that it was all a trap. And there is nothing better than to see another mouse that is, after all, a reflection of oneself.
now beginning to look to other rodents. And I realize, as I suspected in sex slaves, that everything is a trap for the purpose of procreation. Before my vision was timely, it is now general. I see the whole system as a whole with a word inscribed on its breast, sex. Everything, absolutely everything, tends to that end. From the most ordinary person we look to so-called "intellectuals." But look out, as I did. But ourselves. Our habits, our tastes ... even believing act against it, we pursue.
We more animals because every time we were acting more as such. If you do not care about our aesthetic we do for our social culture. Body image (completely) and culture (largely) have no purpose other than sex.
recently went to a supply of "badges" for the notes of selectivity. The fact that someone will give importance to such an event seems negligible. What matters is that someone out nine and ten in a review? The only thing that helps us is to get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe correctness of our knowledge. But someone congratulate me for it ... Why? The work, they say. But is that it sounds as if it were equivalent to resistance work, suffering, subjection to the system. The study maintains the same "alienation" that wage labor seems to be or imply. The study should be "pleasure" and if it causes any discomfort, without fear must be accepted as knowledge and sex have to be united. If I believe that my duty is to learn, do I have to receive some compensation / recognition? If I do something I do not want compensation for it, since that gives much greater weight to the possibility of otherwise. As if you do what you must be something special, something completely false.
Actually, I think this act was a partial satisfaction of the sexual instinct of many there present. The feeling of superiority or success. Those who have traveled or studied much, but in contrast, were happy because they gave a prize, have failed or have not understood anything, have not really known. Our knowledge will always be negligible, our light is too weak to illuminate an infinite space in our eyes. We forget the social culture, because it will make us stop and fail (as they would have us believe that we are thriving). We have to move and light up as we can, even when we can, to death. Everything else is quite banal.
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25/7/05
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