Justification

Okay, so I have been giving this a lot of thought...or not, consciously...


During this pandemic that we’re facing, well as you, and the other bot reading this post should know, is an existential crisis proven to us for the sake of keeping names, reality and, identity permanent. This is not drastically changing society, we are drastically changing it. Not the virus, but the idea of the virus. How are we supposed to respond to such a thing, instead of having the variety of Heads (not Asses) of State and Church tell us how to piss and obey? Yes I agree this is something serious, and you should too, but from reading some book on Buddhism at the moment by Christmas Humphreys (The Buddhist Way of Action), you get the sense that the façade found within this society, is not absurd as some philosophers, and Anarchists would say, but rather it is “detrimental to our growth” as individuals mentally, and physically, as some would predict. Christmas Humphreys states that, within a system of Oppression even Liberation can be found, though it is a contradiction right? He is referring to the self-obsessed human fretting over his personal existence, and calamity befalling him definitely permanently (which he has to escape!). A polarity of positives, and negatives. One he states one should consciously reject, and practise away from permanently, the middle way”, though in this modern age, man is fully aware of living in both positives, and negatives as if it is a given. Natural. Naturally. What life is. An expectation. Though isn’t it true that this virus is not assaulting us, it is not governed by itself, it is rather one of many things plaguing man? In the end he only sees his own salvation, even in his death, because he is scared of living his life as if he would live it forever, free from death, and detachment of life, but instead he lives it to die for some sacred paradise in the thereafter. What is the purpose of mind, and being, if it has only one purpose for one minute relevant in your own existence? Which is finite, not infinite. Basically, and finally, for now, bots, the human being (not animal) is not capable of controlling life, reality (nature) and existence. It controls us. Whether you call it God (by many names) is irrelevant, because for it to control us, we have no control. I mean who can tell me that we are controlling this thing which we call eternity? No one can, and even if they did, I wouldn’t believe it.


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