this isn't happiness. Nidzgorski ™ Peter
The discontinuous world raises incomprehension. It is a cliché to say huge, complex and elusive. Life as billions of separate phenomena, made possible by exceptional conditions: a staggering improbability. The figures are frightening.
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The batch is so normal that it is hard to describe, even harder to understand it causes problems. There are even too many examples. It is intuitively perceive its existence as a result of days of events, the world as a empilade objects, places, people. There could have nothing more to say, if it was fear.
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So many reasons to separate anxiety: me, my country, my identity, that of others, though incarnate the evil brought home by others. War as a means of subduing evil, to identify, isolate, destroy.
* Receive the world as an object is an incomprehensible mistake. It put itself in a position total vulnerability than waiting for someone, priest, doctor, teacher, politician, creative - than any specialized - explains.
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The wide world is shrinking constantly. It is crossed by air in less than a day. Before you travel, you will see the front of his hotel on the street, in real time. If we had time, we could see the whole Earth. Everything is known. All we are given.
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Among past and understand what it does not anymore: the production of food, building a house the functioning of his own body, baby. The specialty of each becoming increasingly clear, the responsibility of everyone's life is fragmented: how do you know who I am to eat, which put a roof over my head, which looks after me? The path is what I blocked.
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If the accumulation of knowledge leads to confusion, perhaps we accumulate does not have good knowledge. Maybe it does suffer from a methodological problem and should replace the word "accumulation" by another.
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