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Internal Expansion Uniquely BS"D By Moshe Mickey Davis Internal Expansion Uniquely In search of balance between my heart and head. 1 BS"D Thoughts Abound Like surfing waves of thought, in this writing, our author brings many ideas to our attention. So, dear reader, hang ten. It's his story (history) about how the author writes about his intention to confront a beast, bare handed; fighting against the evil spirit within and winning the battle. It's all about a real live person who lived in the late twentieth century, a person who battled with mental illness most of his seven decades upon the face of the earth; demanding of himself to acquire self-control so as to associate with mankind. The author has taught himself to communicate in the language of mental imbalance, a reality universal in the modern era; defined in short: People want to believe that what they think is true, and refuse to be convinced otherwise! That goes to say that people don't communicate much at all. They use phrases to get their message across. The utility of speech is its power to achieve the maximum with the least effort possible. This is a fact common amongst all the elements of nature, remain in a restive state until compelled forward by the will to survive. Nowadays, even the electronic answering services are programmed to address all possibilities, and we are forced to communicate in their language of short enquiries that require only binary operations; press number - get reply. Then there's the story about the bus driver whom the passenger asked, "how long until I disembark," The passenger repeated the question and got the same answer many times, "I'll tell you when we get there," said the bus driver! His wife waited at one of his bus stops, and when the door opened, seized the opportunity to ask him, "When will you be home for lunch"? The driver replied, "I'll tell you when we get there," as he had been instructed to respond to every such question. People live and communicate what exactly it is that they want in terms of their life's limitations and capabilities. Anything else is an alien articulation. Nowadays, "if you want," is a command to applied to gain our cooperation; "if you want to believe me then good, but if not, too bad for you." We have been convinced that we live in utter dependence upon the authorities to protect us from any threats to our existence. These doctrines spew out malevolence towards any other opinion that any one may have, such as the example of how we view climate catastrophe, which in our times has become a political issue. Do sane people denigrate everything that doesn't coincide to their opinion? They fuel their madness with hysterical inclination; they scandalize to death anyone who rejects their view. As inculcated into their thinki ng by the authorities, their opinion is always right. It's as though a matter of their personal honor to be thought right. With such intensity do they argue it becomes a matter of life and death. Do academics have reliability? Well, they're supposed to us e a system called "the scientific method," to eliminate every possibility except the one conclusion that stands up to every investigation. Would that an elected official, whose job is to serve the public, propagate a view that was not to the liking of the general public, do they not react negatively and label it as a myth, a scam? This theory about global warming asserts that the present course of events may be causing a threat to the well-being of mother Earth and her creatures. Certain members of 2 BS"D the USA government in the year 2017 call it a hoax. To not put my head between the mountains, our author claims there is much to be done to overcome damages perpetuated against the environment; seas filled with plastics, rivers and skies filled with pollutants, and etc. Is one who claims that there is a Climatic Catastrophe a psychotic person; paranoid that that somebody is out to harm them, do they seek grandiose glory beyond their reach of reality? They are stating an opinion based on the attestations of scientis ts. In the twentieth year of the twentieth hundred (double twenty - 2020) of the secular-calendar, the above-mentioned argument repeats itself with regard to what's going on with the Coronavirus Plague. Then there's the Evangelicals who dispute science altogether, and stick their tongues out from the mask less lips, and with an upturned nose. Such conduct repeats itself again with regard to the transition of the newly elected President. The arguments are so fierce on both sides of the issues that people are bereft of their human image. We can only hope to keep ourselves above such negativity, and draw no conclusions regarding a situation with which no-one has ever had to deal with before. An ever-expanding universe of digital information floods our brains, m uch of which is contradictory. We are in a quandary as to how relate to it. What's common to most humanity; at every reach of the globe, is that we have fallen into a bottomless abyss, above which, stand the technocrats who pride themselves in what they proclaim to have achieved. "We've wired the world!" There are people walking around with microchips implanted under their skin, as required by their employers. Once upon a time, a bank client would talk things over with the bank manager and they would settle on procedures amicably. In order to comply with the simple regulations, to receive any of the benefits society doles out, we have to tender control over all data pertaining to our private matters. Relinquish our privacy! There is no privacy, no trust, and no mutual respect: humanity has been stripped of our soul. We are people bereft of raison d'etre (the purpose of life). We turn to hysteria in order to pursue the only expression of humanity that engages us in our lives. And where do I, your author, stand in all this? Take this phrase, "I, your author" maybe as I'm writing these words, I'm really doing this as a spy; discussing personality traits that the Greedy Marauders (Meganomists) have implanted into your character (by brainwashing you). By reading this, you're unconsciously subscribing, literally agreeing to them. In the modern era, most of our minds are subject to subliminal advertising, and it's only a step from there to political ideology. They dictate what we believe and they dole out personalities in order for the game to be interesting. Take the elections of 2020, nobody is a winner. The virtually invisible ruling class has the active control over all the puppet strings. One might undergo a slight introspection, to tune into his inner self -hatred. The negativity within; an evil entity unto itself, which has to be neutralized. How do we determine as to which ideology we shall attach ourselves as loyal believers, willing to do anything so we're considered part of those for whom the shared principle is sacred? We consume slogans and phrases that identify us as 3 BS"D members of the group that secures our loyalty. What I once considered reprehensible is now my custom, and the opposite. The author of this treatise touches on the double-whammy principle in effect here; they cause us irremediable insecurity, and then exploit our need for a feeling of community in which the individual is ensured he or she may live happily ever after. Or as the believers have it, All is Heavenly Ordained. For hoe many decades hav e people been saying, "It is as it is, there is nothing we can do about it," and other such slogans. One has to take hold of him or herself; assert restraint, express patience, be happy with his or her portion. Reality is ever filled with effervescence. Contrarily, there is so much digital awareness of events taking place around the globe; we can contemplate absolutely contradicting reports, and arrive at certainty only with great difficulty. One force seems to control more and more, maybe I should look out for my future by becoming allied to their philosophy. In fact, the author has studied the cultures of human populations through the span of known history, and has arrived at the conclusion that we mostly spend our lives worrying about the unknown, and perhaps trying to conquer it. I've believed in things that seem to be established truths, and now consider these patterns of thought no longer relevant to my well-being. I have devised individualistic ideas that nobody else could perceive as true, for so long , it could be that they are expressions of insanity. In order for us to share the matter at hand, we must delve into the language of mental disturbance. No, not that! The plague of insanity is debased by general society (either it's catchy or it will make mine worse, or worse yet, convince me of the similarities to my own personality). There might be those of you who will have said, "I'm not crazy," but are we qualified to make a diagnosis? This vicious circle becomes the geometry of asserting a theorem, "He's insane, and I'm so like him in many ways, therefore I'm a nut case too." Contrarily, people tell everyone they're nuts, crazy, and out of their mind; and we all get bothered when they do, because there's no defense against such defamation.
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