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What does a man need, really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in, and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all, in the material sense. And we know it.
But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
Everybody keeps on repeating to himself: I am confident.
Why? What are you hiding? If this confidence that you talk about is really there then there is no need to say anything about it.
A really confident man is not even aware of it.
This has to be understood — whenever something is false you are aware of it, self-conscious.
When something is real, you simply forget it.
Do you remember that you are breathing? If something goes wrong, yes. If it is hard and there is something wrong with your lungs and you have a cold or asthma, then you remember that you are breathing.
But when everything goes okay, you are not conscious.
WHEN THE SHOE FITS, THE FOOT IS FORGOTTEN.
When you are really confident, confidence is forgotten.
This is an AR-15. According to wikipedia, when fully automatic it can shoot off 800 rounds per minute. Each one of those bullets flies at a speed of 975 meters per second, and is accurate up to a distance of 600 meters. I’m no gun expert, but suffice it to say, the…
Wow. This is a pretty good point. Makes you think.