When one's ability to indulge his or her own perversions trumps the peace and sanctity of a (underwhelming small number of) virtuous people, aka The Current Paradigm..., the Pax Romana..., those are only so free in relation to how much tolerance they may develop for the day's brand of corruption, also in proportion to how much incense one is willing to burn unto the gads of Caesar.
The only option may soon be the path of the martyrs and saints, if such should value the soul's freedom over the freedums found to be had in pursuing the life of a battery cell, fuelling the Wicked Empire's dark pursuits.
PEACE has become the new four letter word. Sanity is being attacked by hell beings. These beings maybe are smart enough to be the dogs guarding the Gates Of Hell. Let’s get them on chains. Defang them.
Now, if I, whose name is Peace, am a personage glorified by the united praise of God and man, as the fountain, the parent, the nurse, the patroness, the guardian of every blessing which either heaven or earth can bestow; if without me nothing is flourishing, nothing safe, nothing pure or holy, nothing pleasant to mortals, or grateful to the Supreme Being; if, on the contrary, war is one vast ocean, rushing on mankind, of all the united plagues and pestilences in nature; if, at its deadly approach, every blossom of happiness is instantly blasted, every thing that was improving gradually degenerates and dwindles away to nothing, every thing that was firmly supported totters on its foundation, every thing that was formed for long duration comes to a speedy end, and every thing that was sweet by nature is turned into bitterness; if war is so unhallowed that it becomes the deadliest bane of piety and religion; if there is nothing more calamitous to mortals, and more detestable to heaven, I ask, how in the name of God, can I believe those beings to be rational creatures; how can I believe them to be otherwise than stark mad; who, with such a waste of treasure, with so ardent a zeal, with so great an effort, with so many arts, so much anxiety, and so much danger, endeavour to drive me away from them, and purchase endless misery and mischief at a price so high?
Thanks for this. Yes. Maybe I am missing something here but that seems like an endless loop of despair. I know I have been there. Very tempting indeed. Us submitting to despair has always been the plan. I have a post exploring this later today. Comments have limited value for these deep subjects.
In my opinion the complexity is only in escape from responsibility and here the complexity arises from the lying to ourselves. Adults prefer to pay people to assume responsibility and then, defrauded, they prefer to blame someone else. This is not new. I took the Vietnam war to heart. So rather than focus on employment and career I chose a different road. I was not naive. I was instead hopeful reason could leverage Congress. I was incorrect in this regard in that I failed to realize how little money was needed to buy Congress and incorrect in my notion the Democrats were a party of Peace. Inshallah. Erasmus was correct.
O it does depend. Charisma, social standing, variables amongst factions in the Movement. Herd think is quite common Individualism less than you might think with groups of 30 or more. In many respects our political groups are quite like other social groupings. Individuals prefer not to be in significant disagreement over tactics or strategy. Though not exactly party line the group leaders have considerable sway.
Or something close to criminally insane. A friend reminded me this is the Kali Yuga and evidence in her opinion is the galloping insanity all around. I thought it over. I rejoined I hit this life in 1957. Pretty crazy then. My mom born just after WW1 ended in 1918. Pretty crazy then as well. Now I am unclear precisely how many years consist in a Yuga. I could look it up I guess. However I just don't know if Manunkind is more insane now than 500 years or 5,000 years ago. Maybe with more living now the statistics favor large group insanity. After so many agreed to inject a poison I am convinced it is feasible we are more insane.
If a person can believe a 6'2" burly dude in a party dress and heels is a "beautiful woman", that person will believe anything.
When one's ability to indulge his or her own perversions trumps the peace and sanctity of a (underwhelming small number of) virtuous people, aka The Current Paradigm..., the Pax Romana..., those are only so free in relation to how much tolerance they may develop for the day's brand of corruption, also in proportion to how much incense one is willing to burn unto the gads of Caesar.
The only option may soon be the path of the martyrs and saints, if such should value the soul's freedom over the freedums found to be had in pursuing the life of a battery cell, fuelling the Wicked Empire's dark pursuits.
Grace and Mercy's strengths preserve us.
I think this craze will collapse soon. On the other hand given human nature a new insanity will replace it.
Like a Mandelbrot set...
Will there be free speech in gaol?
Limited.
Outlawing cures for insanity. I'll be amazed a judge will not throw this one out.
PEACE has become the new four letter word. Sanity is being attacked by hell beings. These beings maybe are smart enough to be the dogs guarding the Gates Of Hell. Let’s get them on chains. Defang them.
Erasmus wrote The Complaint of Peace. A fine read.
https://oll.libertyfund.org/title/erasmus-the-complaint-of-peace
Now, if I, whose name is Peace, am a personage glorified by the united praise of God and man, as the fountain, the parent, the nurse, the patroness, the guardian of every blessing which either heaven or earth can bestow; if without me nothing is flourishing, nothing safe, nothing pure or holy, nothing pleasant to mortals, or grateful to the Supreme Being; if, on the contrary, war is one vast ocean, rushing on mankind, of all the united plagues and pestilences in nature; if, at its deadly approach, every blossom of happiness is instantly blasted, every thing that was improving gradually degenerates and dwindles away to nothing, every thing that was firmly supported totters on its foundation, every thing that was formed for long duration comes to a speedy end, and every thing that was sweet by nature is turned into bitterness; if war is so unhallowed that it becomes the deadliest bane of piety and religion; if there is nothing more calamitous to mortals, and more detestable to heaven, I ask, how in the name of God, can I believe those beings to be rational creatures; how can I believe them to be otherwise than stark mad; who, with such a waste of treasure, with so ardent a zeal, with so great an effort, with so many arts, so much anxiety, and so much danger, endeavour to drive me away from them, and purchase endless misery and mischief at a price so high?
Thanks for this. Yes. Maybe I am missing something here but that seems like an endless loop of despair. I know I have been there. Very tempting indeed. Us submitting to despair has always been the plan. I have a post exploring this later today. Comments have limited value for these deep subjects.
In my opinion the complexity is only in escape from responsibility and here the complexity arises from the lying to ourselves. Adults prefer to pay people to assume responsibility and then, defrauded, they prefer to blame someone else. This is not new. I took the Vietnam war to heart. So rather than focus on employment and career I chose a different road. I was not naive. I was instead hopeful reason could leverage Congress. I was incorrect in this regard in that I failed to realize how little money was needed to buy Congress and incorrect in my notion the Democrats were a party of Peace. Inshallah. Erasmus was correct.
Why individuality is so valued among peacekeepers. Free speech allows everyone to have a say. critically important.
O it does depend. Charisma, social standing, variables amongst factions in the Movement. Herd think is quite common Individualism less than you might think with groups of 30 or more. In many respects our political groups are quite like other social groupings. Individuals prefer not to be in significant disagreement over tactics or strategy. Though not exactly party line the group leaders have considerable sway.
Or something close to criminally insane. A friend reminded me this is the Kali Yuga and evidence in her opinion is the galloping insanity all around. I thought it over. I rejoined I hit this life in 1957. Pretty crazy then. My mom born just after WW1 ended in 1918. Pretty crazy then as well. Now I am unclear precisely how many years consist in a Yuga. I could look it up I guess. However I just don't know if Manunkind is more insane now than 500 years or 5,000 years ago. Maybe with more living now the statistics favor large group insanity. After so many agreed to inject a poison I am convinced it is feasible we are more insane.
In our time evidently jesting Pilate is a super moralist. "What is truth?" asked jesting Pilate who would not stay for an answer.