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Think of It

What if you are told
your entire life that
your brain doesn’t work

I mean, if you were
strong enough to come up
with your own ideas
and people told you
your ideas were wrong
would you get tired of
telling people about your
new and improved ideas

Think about it
Think about the number of times you
are told your ideas
are wrong

Think of it

What if you worked all
your life and you made
something of yourself and
you made more money at what you
wanted to do and you lived
on your own time and life
was good
What if you had
accomplished all that
and what if then you hear from
everyone that you must be mistaken, that
you are wrong

what if family and friends told you that
you had to go see therapists
a number of times a week and that you
were wrong
How long would
you be forced to listen to a
bunch of people who don’t
know any better tell you to
change, I mean, how long do you think
it would take before you wanted to join a new race,
or a new culture, where for once you
could spread your ideas and feel like
yourself without everyone telling
you that you had to always be wrong

If you worked all your life and
created a philosophy or a meaning
of life that you liked for yourself,
or maybe you created something that
a bunch of other people liked and
agreed with, and you were what everyone
else would have called successful

If you created all this, and then a bunch
of less intelligent people who
didn’t know how to use their own
minds came up to you and took away
your life bit by bit
because they drank
all the time because
they didn’t know any better
because they wanted
beliefs around that agreed with
everyone else’s beliefs
what
it would have to be like to live and work
and beat everyone else and then have a bunch of mindless
people take your life away from you?

See what it would feel like
to go to a library and find
out that all of your books are
gone
Suddenly everyone managed
to take away proof of your
existence of the fact that you
had ideas, that you wrote books
that you were someone
Who are you now
It’s like you never lived
How would that feel

Think of what the world
would seem like for a small
minute, where most of the world
lived in desolation, where there
was only a few remnants of old
fires that once burned down
things that could have been good
Imagine a
world that was mostly sad like
this, and maybe in it, while
you were walking down the deserted
street, you’d see a diamond. In
all the darkness and desperation
there would be one loose random
stone that glittered more that anything
else on the planet
Could you imagine a
world like that
Could you imagine a
simple diamond


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