good advice to one self.

word.

some would agree their are purple dragons controlling all as gods from the sky's above if that was the popular opinion of the masses.

and these are led like sheep the slaughter.

and so as Darwin did speculate, the weak of mind, are naturally extincted bvy their own want of acceptance of the herd.

yea you do...

i'll have one with ya.

what makes you think one should write to please all...

only the dumb blind desperate fools in life write fake words for this reason.

we all get in life what we our self create with our self.

some mourn it, and some love it.

the difference in these two, be the difference in who one knows, and wishes it knew.

there are two types in life.

the good and the bad.

those who expect other to meet their own expectations.

and those who understand others expectations of them self.

cuss they wanna.

why is what another does in life, different than one self, bad?

anyone that finds a label for who it hates is but a blind sucker...

for hatred is but reserved for those who are mean, or nice...

for what other standard should exist amoung humans.

and mean and nice, comes in all colors, sizes, religions, and shapes.

so be a puppet, and regurgitate the propaganda of the dividers, and find the end of what it shall give you.

surely you are able to sea who cares about what happens to others and those who actually don't, and find all as but entertainment.

some do the same thing over and over and declare them self a winner, and the holy good one, is most situations...

the unsane.

for they dated a "bad one"...

married a "crazy gal"...

are these the words of these a wise teacher???

it is only those who earnestly yearn that others need not feel the same pains as them self, who blame all on them self, who are wise teachers in life.

and this is few.

since most adore them self.

so all they them self did.

to become what they are.

for they think they are MORE special and rare than the 7 billion alive just now.

so these, are quite ok with others enduring pains.

and deem it, the "way of the path".

yea.

the path of their own personal stupid blind mistakes.

what a sad joke about the true aspirations of some and many in life.

the unsane sea many things they deem as real, but never seem to sea their own definitions of all that exist, are creating all that happens to them self.

there is no evolutionary flaw that will be perpetuated or exist in life, except the bad that self creates, that all the weakness of one self created, that one self blames upon the actions of others, those who one met in life, and decided to engage with, but truly, only engaged with in the hopes of finding who would only adore one self, and find one self guiltless.

the never changing trait of the gullible, and those blind to them self.

there are only two categories of humans on earth, the blind, and those who sea.

and all of one's own life TOTALLY be decided by how well one can detect the difference in these two.

it can get BETTER, and it can get WORSE.

Both sides of the coin are true to those who sea.

who do not reside in but the emotional comfort of blind words given as the comfort of what reality is or will be.

and these, and these alone, shall sea how to actually CREATE a good reality and future, versus the weak and blind, who but listen in all of life intently for soothing words, and so blindly decide it will be so, and so, can never achieve, without ultimate failure and doom.

the doomers.

who live in doom repeated cuss they can't admit they screwed up without some excuse.

the none self correcting.

the insane.

but these, oh, they are experts at consolation, for they them self reap many bad things, that most would want consultations for.

understand human speak.

words are emotions transferred all others.

oh how the dumb blonds who think their wise do holler.

who knows goodness, except that which first can agree, with who it create goodness with, what goodness be.

and all those who inflate them self in their own minds and think some others be at the far end of the less gene poole, shall find them self at the end of the gene poole, with ravaging maniacal lunatics hollering for their extinction, and cry, and then sea.

sum sea what others already easily knew.