Posts in Thoughts
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.
After many years of living in the United States, I have noticed a common tendency: not to like immigrants, even those who are not doing anything wrong.
An amazing intertwining of destinies, lives, and opinions. Unexpected turns that seem so predestined. What is the extent of our personal freedom?
Suddenly, I realized that I absolutely do not want anyone to pity me—never, under any circumstances. It's as if I suddenly understood the nature of pity and grasped its depth, realizing what it truly is. Pity is a dead end.
The person who walks towards themselves and does everything to be true to themselves is worthy of respect by definition. It's not an easy path - the path to oneself. And it's not always grateful. A person grows only until they reach a certain spiritual purity and SINCERITY, it's very difficult for them to socialize - to fit in with this world.
We know for certain that the world judges us by the "ripples" on the surface and never dives deep enough to reach the bottom where...
They still wouldn’t believe it!...
You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's hot. Sometimes it's cold. Sometimes it's warm and gentle. Sometimes it even seems forever. But time passes, and you're on the move again.
Love is openness. When the heart is open, there are no defenses, you are laid bare… Such openness implies total trust in the world. And in my life, I've never had problems with such openness.
Many of us perceive happiness differently. Perhaps those who find the simplest forms of satisfaction - money, fame, power - conclude their search. Unfortunately, if humans didn't evolve, I could say, "Thank God!" But eventually, the sources of illusionary happiness acquired by such people will reveal their deceptive nature to others and cease to provide pleasure, and the illusion will collapse.
Attention. I'm unveiling the existential mystery of existence to the general public. Life is not a given, governed by ironclad rules and possessing its own will. Life is like a piece of clay, obedient in the hands of its creator (me, you, him, her, them, by them, for them, and so on).