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About your essay “The Self is a Conceptual Chimera“.
It was a pleasure for me to read your essay in a book “What is Your Dangerous Idea?” It resonated with me, and I believe it’s the most brilliant idea of all those “dangerous” ideas in the whole book.
Don't be afraid. Lies are not the reason for all human troubles. Lies are a result of a sickness, of fear. Fear of being rejected by people, by society, fear of loss. Human life is often all about consumption. We accumulate material possessions and use them to wrap ourselves as if in a cotton-ball blanket. This blanket separates us from real, true living.
This is so interesting how I used to think that my life was one of the most possibly difficult ones... Now I can see that I'm not alone. I mean yes its freaking not easy but some of those folks that I used to think had better lives (like you can get one on demand) actually are really struggling in ways I would never be able to handle.
If someone had told me that I would pack for a two-day trip with an unfamiliar man to a place where mobile phones don’t work and a four-wheel-drive vehicle is required, I might have believed it. But not immediately.
Honestly, I was drawn in by Jack Nicholson. Almost all of the films with him have been incredibly good. Maybe I should have listened to myself and that “almost.” However, calling this movie a "failure" would not be fair.
I wonder, amid all these storms and destruction, has anyone noticed how amazing San Francisco has become today?
Handing over the keys to my Florida house — and I was free. The hardest part was still ahead: heading north. First to Orlando, then onto the Turnpike leading to Highway 75, the road that runs through Gainesville and then northwest.
We tiptoe through life carefully, afraid to scare off the butterflies on the flowers that we imagine as crocodiles. Because what if they suddenly turn into predators and snap! at us!
*** Sensitive skin. Sensitive mind. From outside And from inside. Sensitive lips To a sensual kiss […]
Once upon a time, there was a man, a very interesting person. His name was Artist. He had everything he could wish for - an incredible job, a loving family, and a stable life. This noble man was pretty much like the others around him - all of them had been living their lives for a very noble purpose - for Respect. Respect meant a lot to all the men in the place where our hero was coming from.