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raul

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Re: Depressive Realism
« Reply #30 on: October 22, 2017, 03:23:21 pm »
Holden,
"There are men who think if they keep their boss and their wife happy(one man literally said that me-he focuses only on keeping his wife and his boss happy & the rest of us can go to hell),everything will turn out to be OKAY."

I think you shoud add "there are men and women". Do not forget women have bosses, that is. mother,father,brothers, even, even female managers. A long chain of bosses. If a woman is a religious believer, well God is the first boss. Sometimes when I see so many women go to pilgrimage in the religious city of Caacupe every December, to pay their promises to Virgin Mary is because the lady suffered for his son on the cross in a place known as Golgotha, which means the skull. The lady obeyed faithfully and kept the Big Boss happy.

Do you work with women there?

The rest of us, well, are already in Hell.

"Some of my relatives want me to wear a pearl ring-it is supposed to cure me of my"strange" ideas."
Can they not give you diamong ring? At least you can pawn that. And you have no "cure". You have been "possessed" by the spirit of the great Arthur and his disciple of New Jersey, USA.

"It is very clear to me that anarchism is also no solution. There is no solution. Maybe the point is just to get through this life somehow."
My knowledge is very basic. Anarchists think that human nature can be improved if some institutions are straightened. They want to set the world straight. They believed that human beings can be fantastically transformed.
Did Arthur S. not say that Death is the great leveler?

A quote from Matrix:
Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting... for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although... only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

Neo: Because I choose to.

Stay safe.