Good month. We lost, but they catch me sometimes and sometimes go down to people, work, listen to their plans, listen to their thoughts, and usually go to the cave with disgust. What does the state have to offer to someone who does not ask for anything? Dirt and horror there are down and pitiful trades. Everything is being sold off for a few silver - small people are queuing to get into nonsense jobs ...
There is no joy if you live with your head bent. The routine kills what is high in humans. Everyday life was invented to make life more meaningful to men. Those who are cowardly to open new ways in their lives, they are the ones who love everyday life. They would kill someone who would dare to spoil their routine. This miserable routine that makes the man small!
I saw injustice, I did not see meritocracy anywhere. I have seen sick deals in a society that suffers severely. I saw people choosing consciously his hunger, because he is unable to claim the right to life. I saw people hooked in their chairs, not being disturbed by the hunger and injustice around them. I saw the eager - I saw the future of the world in the hands of the willing - and I was scared ...
The eager is always chosen in a system without principles, no purpose, no greatness. The eager will not question when a sick system, because he has first convinced himself that everything is going well. An artificial group hypnosis takes place here. So they manage to conceal the smallness, but also their microchip! The eager is always chosen by a loose system because it easily becomes part of such a system ...
Life down below looks like a big circus. No shame people choose to become entertainers, caress ears. Everything is pretentious, fake-made words that will appeal to specific ears, controlled movements that target specific eyes. The better you become in this, the more you are upgraded to this circus.
And the opposing voices must be silent because they are the voices of consciousness - the collective consciousness of the human race. How much lower will we get? How long will we still live in the mud? How much more will we worship fake idols, dead? How much longer will we choose the clown's role? The role of saltimpa? Why did we become soft? Why did we cast the role of the warrior over us?
I would have believed in a world where work would be choice and not necessity. Most people, when they are forced, usually pull their cow's instincts. The need makes man eager, willing to enjoy at all costs. Choice, on the contrary, requires people with criteria, with character, with principles, with vision. And most importantly they feel they were not born to become a member of a big circus!
We were behind the backs - screaming with the right people that we are suffering from irresponsibility, but, gentlemen, now is the bet for Anglidoules. Eleven races have traveled, there is a sample inside and outside and there are pressures. Besides, we are not forced to play, to write, to cry. The tears are what pulls you down on the bet. If you limit these, you have hopes. The opposite of winning is the loser - these two are always on the scales in the end, never forget that ...
ΥΓ. "If you want to know who controls you, look for who you can not criticize" - Voltaire.
