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.01 The error is worse than that we are focusing on our inside, our ego. It is the idea that there is an inside OR outside anything. The fashionable progressivist thing is the idea that what matters is what is outside, the broad view, inclusivity, diversity. Like the idea that, yes, there may not be a now, since now is a point, so the only time there is, that we can talk about, is the past and future, in which we and everything else necessarily exist. So, the bullshit goes, everything exists in anything but now, but it still exists in something, even if it is the infinite ocean, the fabric of our spirit, our soul. It is some kind of shaking one's world. The buzz of zombism, junkism and crazism. .02 Progressivist (next-tier spiral dynamics development) zombie automatism is self-deception as holy farce. Hence the predominance of fake news (Newspeak), of feminasty gossip, platitude and cliche with junkie fallacy and crazie mental disorder as the news media's facts, and as one's own personal, universal, infinite ocean deep-spirit wisdom. Togetherness is not dynamic or unity. It is metastasis. Your world is not being shaken by novelty or being integrated. It is being fused by the ecstasy of technocratic cader-psychopath (Chinese Communist Party mafia triad) artifice. Fusion. With its posthumanist feelings-first hedonism, "humanity" has for a long time been beyond "mere man," and is now trying to return to Mother Earth, the womb. But it cannot split into its embryonic cells. Therefore it is fusing into the white light abyss of nonsense wisdom. .03 Next-tier politically correct or social justice wisdom is The Swamp, the unprecedented idiocy of word metastasis, the semantic fusion as if beyond word, being wordlessly, super fluidly and progressively dynamic together. .04 One cannot return to Mother Earth (the womb) without becoming dead primordial soup.
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