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Being confident will get us nowhere but to those places we would prefer to avoid if we knew any better. Which we don’t. I feel conspired upon. Someone is dumbing us all down and they have guised it as free will. Executing your right to freedom. It’s nothing new. But this is: "no more of that shit please". Accusing others of expecting more and more is not the same as the silent bugs that tiptoe into you as you yourself expect more and more from what transpires around you. The ideal becomes the standard. The norms rocket. I, for one, can not keep up anymore. Something is tugging on my mind. Showing me, in things that are far bigger than words, that there is a broader spectrum on the rise. An expansion of consciousness. A disclosure. And all I can do, except to wait for it, is regress further into harmony, which will make me more impressionable once it arrives. It will not be a reward. It will

I think time is controlled by the mind. It flexes and stretches all over the place. When things feel great they last no longer than seconds and when they hurt like hell it seems like they are borne and nearby forever. We can learn to manage this process as an actual skill Though it will be more of an unlearning. We can make the wonderful things last longer than forever, even if they have lasted only seconds. Years of anguish could become as fleeting as a thought. This will make one happier. Loads happier. The art will reside in no longer accepting the signals of this reality. The physical evidence that tries to tell you what’s what from a human point of view. Simply ignore it. Nothing is actually confirmed. No power of attestation is invested in anyone. Believe none other than who you know to be inside, for they have no real faith in you. And do not fail to consider everything imaginable. Hence, you will pass wel