Philosophical monologue

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We have the world that is, and not the one that we want. We can try to shape the world that we want, but we must remember not to lie to others that our morals are guided by self-interest in pursuit of what we want: built on the pure illogical illusion that our generosity, altruism, and selflessness makes us less selfish in motive deeps in the cracks and crevices of our often evil subconscious mind.

We are led by the altruistic driven delusion of grandeur derived lie that we possess objectivity, sincerity, love, and truth.

It is not possible or feeble human brains to perceive or to know the true nature of what motivates us deep inside the defensive mechanisms of the mind, programmed to preserve our well being and the species: a program far more powerful than the smallness that is our aware intelligence.

If such an awareness on a scale of 1 to 10 is a 10, Einstein was a 1 of awareness intelligence in this regard. Humanity is not impressive, not sentient, and you are not smart, and neither am I.

The greater our conviction, the stronger our passion, the more preachy we are out of right and wrong, the dumber we have to be with respect to self-awareness: inescapable fact.

The greatest proof of human stupidity is our desire to feel in control of the world around us by dint of our conviction of truth despite the limit capacity of our knowledge and human brains; if we read everything ever written we still be dumb. Humanity is not far along at all in any kind of absolute sense. We are not a step further with intelligence and awareness until is not longer important to the self-confidence of humanity to believe we are more.

Repeat after me:

"I am not smart... at all."

Until you can say that loud and confidentially without feeling less, you do not yet get it, and you cannot yet move forward in your self-awareness. What is more, if you cannot say the above without even a .001% impact on your self-esteem, you are still permitting your need for self-esteem to cloud your observations of the world around you. You are not aware; you are not sentient... yet.

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