Mirages of Wisdom 0012 (My Thoughts Inexactly) [unedited, quick publish]

If I went to hell with you they would have to change the name.

There were certain indigenous that had children that had children that had children… that had children, that had a child named Cristòffa Columbus.

Don’t start your count from when you started counting. But so too only count the active, ignore the self-ignoring ancient.

Not allowed is not allowed! (Say it, Say it, Say it LOUD) #ChantingCarlessKarlos

There’s no place like tribe. And for most of us we’ve been homeless for several millennia.

To be a human is to be with other humans.

Allow for a healthy dose of mystery in your life or allow for a ceaseless misery.

Wisdom isn’t usually formally communicable, it is discernible. Listen more to what the wise do, rather than what they say.

A nomad is not supposed to travel from person to person to person to constitute the tribe. The tribe is supposed to move together from place to place to place. They should be the norm, not the place(s). People need to lean on each other not cold ground. The cold ground is for individuals as they end. An end for individuals not an end for individual. In and off itself.

An individual is a disease in the context of the human. An individual is a disease in the context of the human.

To sit and think about the problem is it’s amplification. Academization cannot solve what it has created. Movement solves everything. Go into the future by moving there. Let go and watch the boomerang return with tenfold the positivity as when you released it.

One year a revolution. One solstice two another.

I was not born with a tribe but will die with one… or die because of a lack of one. I make myself vulnerable to this chance and this is the only way I can leap forward.

When the light at the end goes out, all becomes a cave.

If you lose others and otherness along the way, the way necessarily becomes longer and more homogeneous. Ultimately the traveler is left in stagnant repetitive motion, and so is fascism born in the blur of the unchecked dromological, erasing forward.

The grass is greener on the side where there is grass.”

The idea of savagery was created by them—the savages who ravage with machines.

Prisoners? Slaves? It’s getting very blurred.

(As the future) So too can we only predict the past.

I trust the youth—they are unadulterated.

I don’t dysfunction because of me, I dysfunction because I lack you’s. What your lack subtracts from me and my potential.

Word is bondage.

Aphorisms for XR Movement

Keeping Extinction Rebellion From Going Extinct. A “future post”. Do you want to

4 groups-sprinters, unadulterated-youth, endurance runners, newbies. The first two I trust, the second two I do not.

Human civilization is a mass concentration camp to extinguish life on Earth—how else do you explain the human caused sixth mass extinction?

Our generation or no generation.

Santa will be out of a job—no children to hand toys to. #XRmas #WhyWeFight

If teachers really cared about the kids they would put all their fight into this Extinction struggle and not into their pensions. Teach Extinction now, or learn Extinction later.

They don’t want their kids exposed to sex, but they look the other way when they are exposed to the ultimate violence of extinction.

We are all schizophrenic—the problem is when you do not know your own voice from the fray.

When you find out that reality is real.

Shade into darkness.

And So I live…

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