people think, assume, presume, that I have a semblance of DEPTH - a mind, full of ideas and philosophies and Thoughts That Matter(tm). No. I am shallow as a puddle of piss. I say that plainly, and get greeted with a chorus of "oh it oook, a yummy pup will wup your tummy" or some other consoling shit from so and so, wherever (generally of the depressive/pathetic varietal).
Point being, I have no depth. I need not have any. A philosophy, here and uncensored, nil. What for? A Grand View (another tm), none. Politics, apolitical, but I see where the US is headed, I'll live/adapt with whatever the powers that be get into the White House. Good books? I hate 'em. Spent time picking apart how a thing was written instead of giving a fuck about the content. Then I go practice that way of writing for myself, journals and blog posts. Movies? I've seen five movies in 10 years, no joke. Theology? Burn it down and make headway for Satan. If no Satan then I don't know what else, don't care. Society/civilization, I'm in society but try to avoid - no opinion of, nor depth-to-opion of it.
So ego is a song and dance. A flamboyant ruse of repulsive and ridiculous proportion. "Look at me go, if you ask what I think, the quick/sharp response you get is as deep as that answer is". Thoughtless, fast, spiteful.
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'Tis a burden paradoxically difficult to give up - the reason being "it" - and it's so-called "free will" - are merely a myth, thus powerless save to become aware of its mythical nature, which poofs the myth away when sustained by what the religious call "grace" (because faith in acts of will only re-asserts the myth)....