Consider if you please, that many people interpret the world through distorted reasoning and false impressions, usually based on a lack of or false information. We have to wake up and clean the filters through which we sense the world, to have the ability to grasp reality, be objective, and concentrate on the predominant modalities. Update your structure. Because of constant change, we have an internal orientation that reflects in evolutionary biology. Learning is a painful process it makes us all primitive; it opposes understanding. Chaos is reality and unbalanced so you must lay the discipline on yourself to succeed. You must have a purpose and pursue it to give your self happiness. Satoru

A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.
The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
“That laundry is not very clean,” she said. “She doesn’t know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.”
Her husband looked on but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments. About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a delicate clean wash on the line and said to her husband:
“Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her?”
The husband said, “I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.”
And so it is with life.
What we see when watching others depends on the clarity of the window through which we look.

Satoru

The Taliban and Isis terrorists are sexually suppressed from an early age and by their religion. They have not been exposed to freedom. And now, the Islamic religion has been hijacked by terrorists. Instead of spending billions of dollars on war machinery, I suggest we take a few Taliban’s at a time to the fair in Brazil. We get them first-class seats in the parade and let them sit for a few days watching the samba festival. These Brazilians know how to party—guaranteed that these terrorists will not only be amazed but transformed. They will not want to go back to committing terror crimes against women. Quite the contrary, they will become hedonists.

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No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.

We are entering the golden age of stupidity.

People confusing belief for knowing.

Heart-improving pills costing thousands.

Taliban Taxes legislators allergic to reality.

Governments printing money backed by faith.

Wanting victory over nature: a form of suicide.

Encouraged politically correct humorless behavior.

Fewer people are reading, millions more playing games.

We have fundamentally misunderstood the legacy of 9/11.

Anal retentive micromanagers, little men with lots of power.

Target martinets are asking senior citizens for ID to buy beer.

Colluding politicians massively insider trading with no oversite.

Cell phone dummies, hooked on Cyber Heroin, stopping short.

Climate change deniers are teaming up with anti-mask morons.

Horn blowing drivers rushing to red lights, cutting off pedestrians.

Competent people are fired for some innuendo or inappropriate remark.

The world’s 2,153 wealthiest people’s money exceeding 4.6 billion people.

I was always amazed by the complex workings of the world.

But now I’m disappointed because our society is barely functioning.

I hope the virus will erode some retrogress, and we can again evolve.

Go down, this was not supposed to, desperate

clawing to survive, wrecked, altered, forever grieved lives.

 Calipee crescendos of despair, reverberating,

brought down towers of Babel believing in fairy tales.

Melted girders bent into shoelace knots,

crushed, tossed and blown dreams, bodies.

Do the dead know who killed them?

Do they remember who gave them their last kisses?

Crusades a thousand years old, resurrected, rejuvenated, implemented.

Searchers for diamonds among the bone ashes.

Tears long dried, streaming again in a Dead Man’s Float.

Satoru