In this bitter realm of cold survival, the need to be able to trust someone seems paramount. After all, how far can you get from point a to point b without having to trust at least SOMEONE? Without some trust, it is impossible to get anywhere. Right?
Actually, no. In fact, if you never even posed the question, "Can I trust him?" you probably would have never mistrusted him, indeed, you would have at the least, behaved as though you really did trust him! God forbid, you say. What if he led you into a trap? And what if he did? I understood the mantra in my childhood, "don't trust strangers", but I never thought we'd maintain that foolish attitude as adults. Is it that, since we never questioned it then, as we shouldn't have, we never question it now, as we should? Change course. Stop Mistrusting Off The Bat. Learn to be happy where you are and you will make others happy. The evidence is overwhelming that, unless you are a foolish, child-minded imbicile, the blanket formulation that all unknowns are not be trusted is far too broad for mature individuals . Because of its over-broadness, it is counterproductive, and it shakes each of us who live by it to the very core with a kind of bitterness that creates negatively charged behavior; it makes us shut ourselves indoors, fearing the world, re-inforced by the ugly news -- where it is highlighted in much the same fashion as a child's nightmare. The slaughter continues, dundun! Dun! Dun! Ton! Batten down the hatches! It's WAR ! Buy a gun, the governments out to get you, bla bla. All those nightmarishly scary nightmares. Stay inside. Staaaayy assleeeep . . . keep on watching the TV, we got recipies, say inside, watch the oven! The few that get through to you, you call a friend. The rest are your mortal enemies, till they prove you wrong. Enough of this tomfoolery!
STOP MISTRUSTING OFF THE BAT
If the person fucks you over, and he knows it, he's fucked. He'll pay for it somehow, the universe sucks, if you huntin all low and doggie, the going is rough, we humans like to glide through the world and feel some real love. Of course I can't decribe it but the kindom is neat. no one asks for proofs from a preacher who eats. The guilt that they all gave us, the spirit of the damned-- the claimin of all property when no one owns the land. There is an irrational spirit in us, a matrix if you will, a constructed pathway of draining-spirit-to-kill. Almost as though some evil geniuses had long ago decided that there is no better way to control the population than to make everyone depressed as hell. To make them live their sad days alone, expecting death, suffering defeat, increasing their mistrust in their old age. Becoming, in essence, morbidly scared, decayed children, never even having imagined the potential they possess, waiting for Death, as though it were some train that no one had a schedule for. Your life reduced to a platfom stay, waiting for that late night train.
Grow up. We are all allies . . . IT WE WHO MUST BAND TOGETHER TO DEFEAT THE ONLY TRUE ENEMY HERE: DEATH! WE MUST CURE THE DISEASE, WE MUST Make ourselves immortal and invincible. And it is only through absolute vigilance over your actions, that you are going to ascend. Only by sticking to your own raw rules that you set for youself, only by being good -- "in all respects showing respect" as Jesus the--(BLAM! A SHOT RANG OUT. He WAS DEAD.) The microphone swung out of his dead hand. THE NEWSCASTER: The Second Savior died quietly last night, prompting speculation that he was nothing but a charlatan. But today, leading psychologists agree, after a battery of meetings and calculations, that the "Second Saviour, "Self-Called, did not die. His name, Wuz Tupac Shakur . . . the Third saviour was a chief Lone-hawk, he-- " (Logan woke up, "ah," 2037, he thought, "I made it . . . Not even a bullet to the head can kill me." He had done it. He had deafeated death!
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