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People suffering from mental problems are healthier than the average person. This is how personal growth occurs – a painful rebirth. All evolution proceeds through crises. Strong individuals grow stronger, while the weak drop out of the mind-blowing drama of the Universe.
~ Erich Fromm
my site is blocked in Russia… have no idea why. its not in list of forbidden sites but somehow doesnt work in Russia any longer. Well… I dont sell anything and dont really care. LibertyInfinity is aimed at international audience. Now you can have access to it from Russia only via paid vpns. I’m in Russian underground now.
I’ve been thinking about this whole “when you grow up, you’ll be president” thing. But what’s even good about it? You’d have to decide who lives and who dies… How could anyone ever feel that he has the right to make such a choice? I mean, the worst a businessman can do is make an unpopular decision to downsize and replace people with AI, for example. But that’s not the same as deciding to start a war or ordering an execution for corruption.
Everything depends on what kind of illusion you have created for yourself — one that makes life easier or, on the contrary, complicates it.
God appears where logic stops working.
Historically, God fulfills important functions:
- keeps a person from falling apart
- provides a solution for surviving suffering
- makes it possible to bear loneliness
- creates a stable point when the world is chaotic
In my youth, I read Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, and there was a line like: “Look at who surrounds you now – in five years, you’ll become like them.” The main idea was: surround yourself with businessmen, and in five years you’ll become a businessman yourself. I got really inspired by this idea and once even refused to visit a former classmate because she was a single mother – something I was terribly afraid of becoming. Anyway, I regret that now.
So why am I writing this? Later in life, I met all kinds of people—people at different financial levels, with different spiritual development, with various mental health struggles, even with suicidal thoughts. I think Covey’s principle shouldn’t be taken as dogma—that whole “success-only mindset, I only befriend people richer and more successful than me,” and so on. I think that’s a road to nowhere.
I feel closer to the Biblical ideas:
“Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others,”
or
“Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.”
Because when you give desirably you will never have to.
| Я проткнул свою руку шилом и теперь вся ладонь занемела, я хотел, чтобы было красиво, хоть и выглядит скверно. Пьяная мразь злорадствовала – Тоже, мне, горе… А кровь текла по канализации в балтийское море. Я мечтал видеть их повешенными… Тех, кто меня окружал перестрелять, как собак бешеных… Один из них мне сказал – Ты дерьмо! Ты никому не нужен! Я ответил, что нужен всем, а в его зрачках суженных отсвечивал Вифлеем. Потом я бил ему морду, и меня оттаскивали б***и, одну из которых, по ходу, я отодрал. На кровати в прокуренной комнате, я проснулся …окошко царапал снег… люди ходили по улице. Среди них был только один человек. Он зашёл в эту комнату. Мне стало плохо. … кажется, это было воскресение… Он схватил мою руку – Послушай, Лёха, я русский поэт Сергей Есенин! – Отстань от меня! – закричал я в ужасе, – Ты повесился, предварительно вырезав вены ещё в прошлом веке! – и комната кружится, выворачивая свои стены. Сергей Есенин повесился, а до этого написал прощальное стихотворение собственной кровью. | I pierced my hand with an awl, you see, And now my palm is numb and dead. I wanted it to look beautifully, Though it looks ugly, I’ll say instead. Drunken scum gloated with delight — “Another fool with sorrows deep…” And blood flowed down the drainpipe’s night Into the Baltic Sea to sleep. I dreamed to see them hanged and still, Those who surrounded me that day, To shoot them down with raging will — Like rabid dogs — to make them pay. One of them spat: “You’re trash! You’re waste! No one will ever need your soul!” I said: “The world needs me in haste,” While in his narrowed pupils’ hole A gleam of Bethlehem took its place. Then I smashed his face in rage and spite, And whores dragged me from that disgrace, And one of them, that very night, I took to bed. In sheets we lay. I woke up in a smoke-stained room… Snow scratched the window, thin and gray… People walked by in morning’s gloom. Among them — only one real man. He entered. I felt sick and weak… Seemed like a Resurrection’s span… He grabbed my hand: “Lyokha, hear me speak — I am Russian poet Sergey Yesenin!”* “Leave me!” I screamed in horror’s fit, “You hanged yourself, cut through your veins Back in the last century! Now quit!” And the room spun, and tore its chains, And turned its walls inside the pit. *Russian poet Sergei Yesenin hanged himself, and before that, he wrote a farewell poem using his own blood. |
Translation to Eng by www.deepseek.com
I was thinking, will there ever be an .org social network? A non‑commercial one, where promotion wouldn’t be based on payments but on the amount of audience interest. Because nowadays paid social networks purposely limit organic page growth in order to sell paid promotion. Well, that’s the way they pay for functionality, security, and data storage. That’s understandable. But what if a social network ran on voluntary donations, like Wikipedia for example, just enough to keep it running, not to make profit?
