Dream Directory The Positive Side of Dysfunctional Behavior -- Why Opposition Is Often A Necessity For Few -- A Dream Case Study The Mystery of Dreams & What Can We Learn From Them Dreams and the Multiverse Theory - Understanding The Metaphysical Philosophy Behind Dreaming The Third Eye...? Intuitive Impressions On Reality https://www.philosocom.com/post/dreams-and-the-multiverse-theory https://www.philosocom.com/post/twin-peaks-2 The Rubinshteinic Survival of Noah's Ark Nightmare (Background music) Another day, another problem . The infinite series of my neurological transformations bring my soul into the dream realm deeply encompassed in the back of my mind . This one dream was as clear to my senses as an espresso coffee shot. Pursuing me like an office-working Jason Vorhees, with the discipline of an unrelenting salaryman. A day lost, a day wasted before, made me consumed by feelings of guilt and shame . This one dream, however sought to redeem that one dysfunctional day, one of many dysfunctional days where I was fighting depression , amnesia and so many other psychological ailments... Something within the Silent Hill mental fog felt significant . Perhaps, I'm just trying to make sense of the senseless, something I am trying to do ever since 2007... and maybe before that, too. In my desire to rectify the world I enjoy laying even such dreams before you, free of charge... The recurring motif of school was often a very visible one throughout my dreams. It was an expression of suffocating. However, only a lesser ultimate soldier won't succeed enduring 13 years of pure mental distress. It was a motif of this one, too.. The dug-up bones of the past seem to resurface themselves! This time, it collided with something of a far-more doomsday nature: The inevitable end of the world. A biblical flood, so I heard the voices of student gangs in that dream as a silent, self-disciplined and melancholic one-student army. As the air crackled with a primal fear, a cacophony of panicked screams and hollow pronouncements emerged. I, however, didn't bat an eye, and remained as stoic like the serenity of graveyards. Then, megaphones whined loudly with incompetent counsel of "helpful wisdom", as robed figures, their eyes burning with chaotic fanaticism , shrieked manipulative religious "prophecies" from rooftops. It was a carnival of despair, a grotesque parody of social harmony, and I, as always, was caught in the middle, silent, observant, and suffering per the paradigm of my secret plans. "Reality" unfolded and twisted itself, rapidly changing before me in my dreamy mental dimension. I found myself in a laundromat-prison hybrid underground complex of spinning drums, rusted bars, and soapy aroma. My mother, whom I acted as her secret guardsman , burdened me with a mountain of clothes, an impossible task in the face of impending doom for most. Yet, an easy task for a dead master's ultimate soldier.. The news of the flood echoed through the stale air from a melodramatic journalist on TV, as death knell against the rhythmic hum of the robotic army of washing machines I lead in loneliness. Escape was a tempting thought , quickly resisted by loyalty to my vows, and the defeat of mental weakness. Abandon the bipolar woman I vowed to protect? Nay. I refuse to despair and fail! Not now, not ever! A cold, suffocating wave of white noise and screams defeated the industrial metropolis which cares not for my personal suffering , and in which I was told by late master to rectify for the greater good. I felt nothing, yet the terror of the urban herd was immeasurable, a phantom sensation echoing through the void. Then, silence. A desolate, oppressive silence for most, yet of little worth to me. The suffocating darkness of a world extinguished meant nothing to me. And in general, my nightmares are often insignificant to me, and in one of them, I had the mental power to subvert the nightmare, and become the nightmarish antagonist myself.. I awoke in a cave, a bizarre sanctuary littered with the remnants of forsaken technology . Was it would-be, lone superhero's lair? The orange and green suit, an infantile mockery of truly-mature heroism , hinted at a desperate attempt at grandeur, to a world oblivious to such narcissism. I soon realized I have "awaken" to a post-apocalyptic world, a landscape of broken promises and shattered dreams. My clothes, soaked and useless, clung to me in merciless cold. Survival meant anonymity, a shadow in the wastelands of a desolate planet. Outside, the world cursed in watery graveyards of rotten villas and scrap-filled beaches. Small units of an armed and intoxicated mercenary organization, guarded the beachfronts in hedonism, their presence a symbolic indication of deviated alternative frameworks being formed on the basis of a former anarchy. Thirst gnawed at me, both a physical and mental ache, yet again, I resisted the urge to engage these henchmen, and risk the wonderful peace of lying low. On the beach, a strange hand-made aircraft, a hybrid of kite and surfboard, remaind endured and unused. From it I deduced the existence of the vanished vigilante, its dried-up colors hallmarked its unsung adventures with its absent creator... A map, detailing scattered islands, confirmed my the suspicions of my mysterious mind. I took the vehicle, a desperate gamble, and fled into the darkness of the sea. Solitude, I reasoned, was my only refuge of sanity. Better to be ride alone than be affiliated with a faction that cares not for my immense loneliness.... Just for something like water. What did this fevered vision teach me? That vulnerability is a death sentence in a world where humans have to cater to ruthless leaders... Specifically, the death sentence of my chosen destiny of world rectification.. To reveal your true self, to offer your thoughts freely, is to paint a target on your back. It is something I do, for the despair of others, allows me to form my own powerbase in spirit master's name. In that dream, I could have rallied the panicked masses, offered my own brand of twisted wisdom. Yet, I chose silence, a self-imposed exile, even at the cost of abandoning those I could've have led. Why? Because I only find solace in leading those I deem worthy of my leadership. May the rest of the world intoxicate itself in its own brain-rotten pursuits , while I rectify it from the dark, with all, all of my heart! In the lawless wilds of this dream, and perhaps in the waking world, the lone wolf survives. To be part of an existing pack and bear a name, is a disgrace to the goal I have agreed to unfold in the world. And when you are known, you are vulnerable. If to be known, then be known not for luxury or ego, but for a cause truly worth living for, in your subjective eyes...

(Directory on Rectification and Help) (Background music) In a world based on relationships of many kinds, what misses in such a world is love . However, the reason why there isn't enough love is because to love people, that requires strength like no other. A strength that is not measured in GDP or in military prowess. It is found in the ability to overcome anger and the temptation of hatred, and show love towards people. It is hard to love in a world where hatred and greed are easier to come by. Yet, the power of love has the power to rectify people from their darkness, redeem them from it, and change them for the better. A loving person is a virtuous individual. The relations between love and virtue are necessary. You cannot be of virtue without considering the power of love, and the power of love naturally makes you a better person. Love allows you to calm the other side, make him or her feel psychologically safe , and prevent them from growing dark. Love is what is missing in our world, more than any other component. Love breeds safety and harmony, love breeds peace. If we want peace in the world, we must show love. How many of you are capable of showing love to a complete stranger? Very few. Even I can't, admittedly. The reason why is because love leads to vulnerability, and vulnerability can be exploited. As long as we don't trust each other, we won't be able to love. A loving person is a person who wants the best for you; a man or woman who wants your suffering to be reduced, and that a genuine smile will rise up in your face. Thus, what is missing in our world is not only love but trust. The more we trust each other the safer we can feel. Had humanity possessed more virtue, the world will be a more stable place to live in. All these meaningless wars, conflicts and protests just take away lives, divide humanity and make the world a harder place to live in. Instead, the strength of firearms we need the strength of our hearts, to reach out to each other, and show love. Not bullets, not explosives, but genuine displays of care and support. That way, the world will be a better place to live in. The ability to trust requires the same underrated strength that loves demands. The strength that comes from within, not from tanks or war airplanes or the economy. I do not fear vulnerability. I am safe because all I want to do is to rectify the world, nothing more. If we want to rectify the world, we need to give up on what makes us dark. Darkness is the highest vice that leads to all other vices of hatred, vengeance , the desire for destruction and for malice. The path to virtue, and by proxy, world rectification, requires us to give up on certain elements of ourselves, such as anger, which leads to violence, such as resentment, which leads to hatred. The world can be a better place to live in if we understand that our vices are the problems, and that the greatest virtue necessary to heal this world is the ability to love. How vice creates problems? It leads to disproportional hatred, disproportional anger and disproportional resentment. Had we understood that the worlds' problems stem from vice, we would alter education in a way that is not about being submissive workers but good people. Education should be there to make us better people. The next generations of this world will inherit a broken world, where its leaders are driven by survival rather than servitude. Public servants are there to serve the public, but in reality, they serve themselves above all. Serving oneself above all is how the world gets corrupted, and therefore is a vice. People, with all their hearts, should use their strength to give more to others than themselves. That way, the world would be a better place to live in. To do something positive with all your heart is an example of doing something with love. And love is what is missing in our world. Had we had more love for each other, had we had this strength within us, to show love even to the most distant of strangers, this world would be a better place to live in. But, as long as we fear the vulnerability that stems from this strength, we will just keep leading this world to failure. The relations between love and virtue should be clear. Love is this inner strength that fosters the virtues of courage, cooperation, harmony, goodwill, trust and most importantly -- peace of mind. Love is more than just an emotion, it is a state of mind, done consciously. Love should be a way of life, a way to foster virtue in a world that keeps on failing. To depend on temporary emotion, when it comes to love, will not make love effective. Love is a conscious choice we make. We consciously choose to express our hearts to someone. Had we made love a choice on a global scale, the world would've been a better place to live in. Love requires strength like no other because some people are difficult to love. It is a strength no military commander or a business executive may necessarily possess. Some people are just too difficult to love, and I am one of them. I am a rebel, a force of contra against this world. Every day I am trying to rectify my darkness, but I am still dark. It is hard for me to love naturally as it is hard for many to love naturally. My initial reaction to such a broken world is to be solitary. There is security in solitude, and I feel safer in solitude than company which I find empty and vain. Yet, I understand that to rectify this world we need to show love for each other. And as such the more I work on Philosocom the better I feel. With all my heart I give you an entire free website to read because that allows my heart to recover from the darkness which I am inclined to. Love and purity are what amiss in the world. Had nations loved each other, instead of succumbing to racism and petty rivalry, the world will be a better place to be in. I really want this world to be a better place to live in. That is the promise I made to my grandmother when I was a child: to rectify the world. Yet, I understand that I cannot rectify it completely. All I can do, my fair share, is to philosophize. Had leaders spoke of love and harmony instead of common alliances and deals, this world would've been a better place to live in. Had neighbours loved each other, so many neighbourly disputes wouldn't exist. It's not money or justice that is amiss in our world, as much as love. Not romantic love, but love as a mindset, as a mentality, as a way of life. If we want a better world, we need to love each other. We need not find excuses as to why not love each other, but instead, search for why we need to love each other. Humanity has failed fostering this unique strength, and therefore is doomed. I, for one, refuse to be like the rest of humanity. I choose a peaceful way of life, I choose world rectification, I choose love over war and conflict. I know I am one being and I am too a part of this world. I have forsaken it so I will continue to be good, and maintain my good nature in a world of alienation, spite and corruption. I watch this world and I feel bad for it. I feel pity. Pity that all these wars have to go. Pity that the human heart has been forsaken in the name of capital. Pity that people die because of hate and spite and conflict. All I can do is to philosophize in solitude about a better world, and hope to make a lasting impact. It is better, I think, than to do nothing. I refuse partaking in this world beyond my online contributions. In solitude, I will keep honing my strength, this special strength I've been talking about in this article, so my heart won't grow dark anymore.

(Background music) (Directory on Rectification and Help) The weight... the crushing, existential weight of it all. To awaken each morning in this construct we call the world , to witness its ceaseless turning, its grinding gears of injustice and folly, and to then confront the terrifying truth: That I am but one solitary, flesh-and-blood vessel amidst the massive, indifferent ocean of humanity. This is the initial, soul-chilling realization that can paralyze even the most powerful of spirits, rendering the grand ambitions of rectification into a pit of despair. What, after all, can one pair of hands accomplish against this monumental world of imperfection? Yet, it is precisely in this confrontation with our singular fragility that the true work, the moral task of tikkun olam , begins . For to despair is to deny the very essence of our being – the spark , however small, of the divine intention that resides within those who wish to rectify the planet. This world is not some singular monolithic entity; it is a grand system, encompassing countless components, each component a life, a choice, an action. To believe that one component, however seemingly insignificant, cannot make a change is to misunderstand the very nature of creation. It is to surrender, in defeatism, to a deterministic universe , when one's very breath allows the conscious possibility of change. The common lament, “What difference can I make?” is a seductive adversary, tempting us to give up. It is the voice that seeks to extinguish the embers of responsibility, to trap us within a comfortable apathy. Yet, let us consider the ripple; the simple, undeniable truth of the dropped stone. The water, calm and still, is disturbed; the impact of the stone's watery circles expands, touching shores far beyond the point of the dropped stone. So too is the impact of a just one man. A word of kindness, a moment of justice, a refusal to turn away from suffering – these are not isolated events, but vibrations sent forth into the cosmic system that is this world, resonating with unforeseen power. To rectify the world is not re-engineering the cosmos in one fell swoop. It is, rather, mending the small fractures within our immediate reach . It is to tend to the garden that is our own being, ensuring its fertile ground yields compassion and integrity. It is to illuminate the dark corners of our own lives with truth, and in so doing, cast a modest but undeniable light upon the paths of those who walk beside us. The grand design of rectification is but a product of humble acts, assembled piece by piece, making an impact of change from just one choice. Indeed, the very notion of "one man" is a fallacy. For no man truly exists in a vacuum. We are, instead, bound by invisible chains of connected to generations past and those yet to come. We are also bound to chains of events. Our actions, however small they may seem in their conception, echo through the intricate web of existence. The wisdom of our ancestors , the suffering of the oppressed, the hopes of our children – these are not irrelevant components but living forces that imbue our every choice with profound consequence. To act for justice, even as one man, is to align oneself with this grand, unfolding narrative of human striving for a better world. Therefore, let us discard the crippling idea of insignificance by being just one man. Let us embrace the burden and the magnificent privilege of being but one man, entrusted with a sliver of the moral work. The world cries out for repair, not by an army of titans, but by the patient, persistent efforts of individuals who refuse to yield to the tyranny of scale and despair. Let your hand find the broken piece, and with steady and persistent resolve, set it right. And when the task seems overwhelming, when the shadows lengthen and the road stretches endlessly before you, remember this: the universe itself, as massive as it is, is a product of single particles, each playing its part in the grand orchestra of existence. So too is the rectification of the world, a symphony composed of the solitary, yet utterly essential, notes played by each and every one of us. Go forth, then, and play your note. For the road begins with a single step, the orchestra begins with a first conduct, and the task of world rectification begins with one good deed. Rectifying the world is the only thing which bring me any satisfaction. It is no wonder my late master asked me to rectify the world. It is the only thing, outside love, which fills the hole inside of me, and makes me feel like I'm doing something worthy with my life. With just enough persistence, I can leave a significant impact on the world. I know I'm just one man, but rectifying the world is the only thing that fills me with any kind of joy. My path is clear, my burden is immense, but with each article I write, the burden lessens, and the void inside of me goes away for a while. I know I am just one man. But as just one man I did so much already. I still want to do more. I still want to write more about world rectification, in hopes that my words will leave an impact. It's the only thing that makes me feel any kind of satisfaction, any kind of relief from the burden of existing. I will therefore be strong, and march on in my solitary quest, for rectifying this world is all that I want to do.

(Subcategory Directory on Darkness) (Background music) Within each and every human two sides that are in constant battle against themselves -- darkness and light. When we are born, we are born pure with light, but as time marches forward, the light gets stained with the darkness of the world. It is the choice of every human what to do with the darkness. To be in a constant battle of defeating it, or joining it completely. He who fights against the darkness lurking within needs to be strong enough to defeat it every day. Doing so successfully will help one be on a path of redemption from it, and even get love. For love is there only for those who embrace the light and fight back against the darkness. Those weak enough or those unwilling enough to fight the darkness, will join it. They will see the non-rectified world, with all of its injustices , and submit to a reality which they are unwilling to change through their light. The origin of light comes from love and strength. The origin of dark comes from exposing oneself to the injustices of this world, and accepting them in utter defeatism. The world is a mixture of light and dark, and it is our choice to whether follow the path of light or the path of dark. Some people are more inclined to be dark than others, and have to do extra work to restore themselves back into the light, if so, is their wish. The human psyche is a constant battle arena of light and dark. Inner peace can be attained in accepting this reality peacefully, without resistance, without protest. This is a very dark, unfair world. The more you are exposed to the darkness of this world, the more awareness you gain of it, the more strength you will require, in restoring yourself back into the light of love, peace, justice and harmony. As part of my quest for strength , I purposefully expose myself to the injustices of this world, through documentaries about the poor and the struggling. Watching their struggles tempt me to stop rectifying this world through my writings, because helping all the poor and the suffering in the world is beyond my control. I purposefully confront the darkness, so I could emerge stronger, after defeating it. I am not afraid of the dark truths of this world. In my unrelenting advance, I seek to always be strong so the darkness within me won't win against the light. I am one of the people who are more inclined to be dark than light. I do not like the darkness within me. I don't accept it. I seek to dispel it every day in my life, so I could have the strength within me to do my fair share of rectifying the world in the name of good. I was exposed to people who sought to end their own lives, and I gave them my strength, so they would believe in themselves, to fight another day. Yet, helping them makes me think, that it is no wonder that they sought to end their own lives in the first place. After all, this world is unfair and dark, where wealth determines wellbeing and quality of life more than anything. Some people have it better off than others simply because they were born luckier. This injustice is frustrating , but eventually is the way this world is -- luck based, wealth based, and were human empathy and help is a rarity in comparison. I observe the poor and the suffering on these documentaries, so I could be disillusioned with the world, and accept the world for what it is. As much as it makes me dark, I do what I can to restore myself back into the light. I don't like what I'm seeing there, and yet I see it because I seek knowledge and strength. I seek the truth. To bear the truth, without succumbing to it, requires much strength, and that is the strength which I seek to develop for as long as I can. I choose to contribute for free because I seek to have a heart full of light, made to combat this world's darkness. I choose to help that way because I do not like the darkness within me. It is an unwelcome demon, that seeks to bring my satisfaction down, because the world will never be fully rectified. Because people are always going to suffer. And I pity this world for suffering, and I want to do the best I can to help. The more I help, the more I am set free from the darkness within me, threatening to consume me. It is an ongoing battle that might as well end with my death , but that's how the reality of my psyche is. And, I believe that to be the case with the rest of humanity. It is only a matter of exposure. Those who lived a life of fortune, or those who build themselves on denial, will be too weak to be exposed to the darkness of the world. Those who lived a challenging life, like me, are in a constant battle against the darkness in which they were exposed to. There is no justice in this, as there is no justice in society, that is the reason why I stay away from society in the first place. I seek, with my unrelenting strength, to bring justice and light to this world however I can, and to defeat the darkness, not join it. I guess I will always be tempted to be dark, the more I willingly expose myself to the corruption of this world . Yes, there are good things about this world, too, but I seek to rectify this world from the darkness, and as such, I must know darkness if I want to do my share to defeat it. And I will do whatever I can, to defeat the darkness, and emerge victorious. I have much work ahead of me. I refuse to give up!

(Background music) (Philosocom's Directory on Uniqueness) (Directory on Rectification and Help) (Void directory) As of writing this article, I am 27 years old. I did so much good in the world, became an unsung hero who saved people , redeemed myself of my darkness, and yet I feel what I did isn't enough. Why? Because I am still young. Because life is ahead of me. It is hard for me to rest on the laurels of my moral labour because I am still young and, as such, feel I have much left to do. Despite my accomplishments, I sense I still have great potential. And, I feel that it would be a shame to let that potential go to waste. I feel that I must do more, if I truly want to rectify the void inside of me. I use the world in a way that allows me to rectify myself of my void. I run a website for free where I write all these articles free of charge because I want to help. I want to be meaningful. I want to make an impact. I don't know if I will ever be satisfied, but I feel that is the path I must keep going forward in. I look at my age and I feel frustrated. Frustrated, because despite all what I did, life moves on, and my immense potential for doing good to the world remains vast. I look forward to keeping helping people because helping people helps me feel like I'm living up to my potential. I wish the void will go away, so I'm doing whatever I can to build Philosocom and to help people. I find that the more I help people, the more the void and the darkness within me disappears. I feel cursed. I feel that I am in a constant journey towards redemption . Had my potential not been vast, I would feel happier. However, the thoughts of my untapped potential to do good in the world just keep chewing my mind, never letting me go. Someone I used to know told me that I'm no one's savior. I guess they said that to me because they tried to help me feel less responsible, to reduce the amount of burden I feel by the daily. To tell me that it's fine, that I don't need to save anymore. Yet, I want to do more because I'm young. And being young is a burden to me. Had most of my lifetime been ahead of me, I would've felt better about myself. I won't necessarily save, but I will keep building this empire of a website because I want to keep helping people. And helping people is what makes me feel less empty inside. I already did so much in this life, but this life isn't over. I view life as a task, and each day , a problem to be solved. Killing time can come eventually to a point where I feel guilty. Guilty, because of my potential. My potential is massive, and I want to keep working on this site because it is the main thing that keeps me satisfied in life. But eventually, that satisfaction goes away because I'm still young, because life is still ahead of me. And that means I still have a lifetime of good to do in the world. Most people my age don't think about these things, but I do because I'm different. I'm not like everyone else. I am unique. And I have no guide to help me understand what to do next, and no one to serve as a savior to save me. All I have is me. And what I want to do, to not feel empty, is to do good in the world. Had I not wanted to do good in the world, several people would end up dead by their own hands. This makes me feel responsible for my vast potential. No one would unleash that potential but myself. No one will fulfil that potential but myself. No one is going to be my savior but myself. And only when I fulfil that potential, only when I do something that can be considered good, even if there is no one to cheer me or reward me , I feel good. Only then, I feel satisfied. Per my emptiness, per my desire to do good in the world. I can't tell how I would end up being an old man, but for as long as I have my potential to do good in this world, I don't think I'll stop even if I'll be old. I might do less, due to old age, but I would still do, nonetheless. I know I don't have to do anything, but not doing anything just doesn't feel right, you know? For as long as life is ahead of me, I would feel the need to rectify the world . Only then I would feel comfortable knowing that I did whatever I could to do good in the world. Doing good is the only thing that makes me feel good about myself. Even writing this article, makes me feel good about myself, helps me feel like I'm contributing in my own way to help others. It is all I want to do. When is enough? Probably when I will feel that life is behind me, or when I will realize that people are not worth helping. But some people are worth helping. People who are grateful for what you do to them, are such examples. Doing good to people that show gratitude are the one's worth helping! And I will do whatever I can to help because that is what helps me feel alive in a world I experience as objectively pointless. It is up to us to carve our own meaning, and per my potential, per the meaning I can create for people. I am looking forward to combating the void and the darkness again through the power of writing. Like Sisyphus I am cursed with vast potential that makes me feel unsatisfied no matter how much of it I actualize into reality. Yet, I did good, by writing this article, by offering you a different perspective on being young, by giving you insights to think about. Potential should fill one with hope , but what if it fills you with a sense of burden instead? "You're no one's savior", they told me. But I feel I must do more, and more, and more. Only in that way the feelings that I'm not doing enough with my potential wither away, and instead a sense of calmness rests on my mind. Another insight to make you ponder, by another former contact: "He who doesn't write, doesn't have problems". I am a deeply troubled individual, troubled, specifically, by the vastness of my potential. I might not save anymore, but I feel a deep desire to continue contributing to whoever is willing to read me for free. I have enough to live, hence why I do not charge you. What I seek, instead, is to actualize my vast potential by building a large philosophy empire, so I could feel satisfied with what I did to the world. I have much left to do, so I better continue doing what I am doing, without ever giving up!

(Background music) (Philosocom Directory on Heroism) The Burden of the Unsung Hero Life can be solitary confinement when you're the one pulling others from the abyss. My efforts to save have, ironically, alienated me from the rest of the world. For it is within this world, riddled with injustice , that my acts of salvation have yielded no rewards, no calls of gratitude from those I've touched, or even those who knew me. It appears the pit of despair is a private affair, a societal taboo best relegated to the secretive halls of mental health professionals. Were it not for this constant, gnawing void within me, I might never have intervened in their distress. Saving, after all, is a temporary respite in the face of inevitable mortality . Yet, it serves its purpose: to prevent an untimely demise at the hands of the very people whom I saved. I possess an undeniable fortitude, having rescued seven souls without a single hand extended in my own emotional support. However, my days of salvation are over. Seven is a number I deem sufficient. They speak of heroes living long enough to become villains. It is a fate I meticulously avoid by purposefully avoiding society. People, it seems, simply do not comprehend, and thus, life continues its lonely march, as if I never saved. My deeds were undeniably good, yet heroic acts often go unrewarded in this shallow existence. This life, a perpetual burden, I navigate by working on Philosocom, a wellspring of much-needed meaning that helps keep my void away. Had I not saved, I would be a lesser man than I already am. I simply did not have the heartlessness to forsake them. My allegiance will always lie with goodness, never straying into villainy. The void persists, a constant, unwelcome companion, never entirely leaving me. Yet, I embrace it, for it is this very void, this very depravity, that compels me to act, to work. My tragic existence, while never reaching full satisfaction, allows me to work on this empire, helping people as a result. No matter my actions, the void inside of me remains a looming presence, a stark reminder that only specific endeavors, like writing, truly sate its hunger. Saving brought a certain satisfaction, although it was a disheartening one at the same time. It's difficult for me to rejoice in a world that pushes individuals to surrender their own lives. Yet, the very act of saving – of being a hero – was profoundly gratifying. However, their desperate desire for an early end altered my perception of this world, probably to a state of no return. A Solitary Path to Rectification Saving them transformed me; it redeemed me from my own darkness. All that remains, however, is an emptiness  I tirelessly attempt to fill by writing articles, all in the pursuit of world rectification . I feel compelled to write because it's one of the few activities that offers any solace in a world I perceive as utterly vain. If this world compels people to take their own lives, why should I enjoy it too much? It... it just feels wrong, you know? Every day, people take away their own lives, succumbing to despair. The mere thought of it destroys my desire to enjoy this world. Even the mere thought of sitting in a cafe is hard on me, even though I might do it from time to time. However, it would not be as fun when the thought of people surrendering their lives throughout the world, haunting me, making me pity humanity for its many misfortunes. Life is suffering, and to truly live is to carve meaning amidst that suffering. No one will congratulate me for saving lives, and even if a trophy were offered, I'd likely decline, for I stand against such tokens. No amount of gratitude would anyway spare me of the deep void inside of me , that compels me to do acts of good to make it go away. Life as a hero is harsh, and requires constant bravery to go through it. To dare to live. I am glad they live, but the hero is often left in solitude. People, it seems, don't know how to approach a real-life hero, choosing instead to avoid such unique types. Real heroes don't wear capes; they wield no superpowers. Real heroes are strong, brave, and dare to tread where others fear. I boldly saved seven people , myself included, from the deep pitfall of despair. I bestowed upon them, and upon myself, hope – a reason to persevere despite their respective trials and tribulations. The act of saving was traumatic, yet I conquered the PTSD long ago. I no longer suffer its symptoms. I am healed from my sacrifice, but largely alone, with only few to continue partaking in my life's journey. And in this age of Artificial Intelligence , people's interest in reading reduces, as writers are the first to be replaced by these language models, like ChatGPT. I did a great deal of good, and this good has left me largely isolated. People do not expect you to do good. They expect you to cater to them instead, and when you choose the truth that lies deep in your heart, you are left alone, for solitude is the hallmark of the truth-seeker. People don't expect such goodness; they deem it too good to be true. However, every rule has its exception, and I am that exception. I saved, never seeking compensation. I saved because it was the right thing to do . No perspective can objectively alter the fact that saving lives was the moral/right action. Saving people is always the right thing to do; helping people is always the right thing to do, and so I did. I have a deep need in me to write, so I write, even if few read nowadays. I have a deep need to express the truth that lies deep within my heart, and I live accordingly to that truth. Doing what is right keeps the massive void within me at bay, which is why I persist in doing good. It is this very void that compels me to be a good man, an unsung hero, an unexpected savior to those in need. Yet, the mentioning of my heroic deeds intimidates and repels others. It's something people are unprepared to confront. They don't know what to say, how to react. I honestly don't blame them for staying away from me, as a result, in a world where it is expected to help only yourself. I am accustomed to the solitude of the unrelenting altruist , to extended periods of that are spent largely by myself. I carve meaning within the void so that I bear its weight more easily. I simply wish this void would vanish, so I continue to do good. I carry this void as a burden. No matter how much good I do, the void persistently returns. I am just glad that, by doing good, the void fades, even if only for a while. But at least I know how to temporarily banish it: by being a good person and performing acts of kindness that help rectify this twisted world.

(Philosocom's Subcategory On Friendship) (Philosocom's Subcategory on the Past) (Philosocom's Subcategory on Autism) (Philosocom's Subcategory on Revenge) (Philosocom's Subcategory On Fatigue and Exhaustion) (Note: This is a special piece that will not be renovated to be kept in the present day, and will not be updated in information, in order to preserve some of the past. Past I can reflect on. I am not keen on forgetting the past. The past can help us forge a better future .   More on my philosophy on the past has been written). (2025 note: The Power of Love  redeemed me, and now I am walking the path of the truly good person) Synopsis and Analysis by Mr. John Igwe and Co. "Away From The Hermitic Philosopher" is a captivating narrative that delves into the complexities of a relationship through the perspective of "Ms. Chen", a former friend of the philosopher, "Tom". The author's approach to understanding interpersonal relationships is commendable, as it reduces bias and encourages empathy. The story provides depth and context to Ms. Chen's actions and decisions, while also presenting her emotional honesty and complex characterization. Both "Tom" and "Ms. Chen" are portrayed as complex individuals with their own struggles and shortcomings, providing a more realistic depiction of human relationships. The narrative also touches on the challenges faced by individuals on the autism spectrum, raising awareness about autism. Cultural sensitivity is crucial in portraying autism , as it risks reinforcing stereotypes or misunderstandings. Consulting with individuals on the spectrum or experts in the field could provide more nuanced insights, additionally to resources found on Philosocom on the subject. The story ends on an ambiguous note, leaving readers with unanswered questions about the characters' futures and conflict resolution. Overall, "Away From The Hermitic Philosopher" is an engaging and thought-provoking narrative that highlights the importance of understanding different perspectives in complex relationships.   (Background music) Words of Introduction (Note: This is not the person's true words; it is written by myself, Tomasio from a different perspective, about what I like to call, "The Ms. Chen Saga". Or, in her perspective, "The Tom Saga". In addition, the final part of this story is fictional. Other than her thoughts and the final part, the rest is not fictional). The point of this is to try to see things from the other side's shoes, in order to reduce bias . We should develop the habit of looking both ways . We can't be less subjective without this when more sides are involved in an issue. We can't make more informed decisions if we only think about ourselves. Explore the world of the hermitic philosopher in this engaging story that will leave you questioning your own beliefs and values. Use this to think how you, too, can try to see other people's reasoning, beyond what you think you know about them. Observe the other people around you. Practice reflecting on the past. Do so, for a better future. (2023 Note: Remember, even I, may be wrong. I never claimed omniscience . After realizing I was practicing sexual transmutation for the sake of Philosocom, I officially renounce my claims as asexual). *************************** Part I: A Return to a Darker Past He seemed to be an interesting person. He was very tall and, back then, had long, dark hair. That made me ask one of his teachers for permission to get to know him better by being friends. He accepted my offer not so long after, as I began a being on a highway of my own regret. Look, there was nothing wrong with him. He did nothing wrong. The fact that he exposed his love to me, however, was a mistake that made him miserable. No one's perfect. More specifically, I made him miserable, because I am too uncomfortable with emotions I don't like, and with people who love me and I don't love them back. Regardless, he was very smart, and perhaps, if he didn't love me, things would've been different. I once asked someone in his class, "Does he have friends?" to which he answered, "No". He chose to be alone all throughout high school , even though it seemed that people admired him and even sometimes gathered around him. I find that contradictory, how a solitary guy like him would attract other students, merely by appearance. At rare times, he would just sit on a bench or chair and curious younger students would hear his strange thoughts and ideas. However, in order to not upset him and to move on myself, I had, just had to ignore him, and pretend he does not exist. I've seen his pictures years later. Once he gave up on his long hair, and become bulkier and less slim, he became less attractive in my eyes. I don't know why he loved me, other than the fact that he believed that I was beautiful. I don't think I am. I think I am ugly. I told him "I'm just a simple girl", and suffered from low self-esteem as a teenager. Throughout the years, he tried to talk with me, virtually , much to my unwillingness. For many years, he struggled moving on, and used to be just too much emotional for me to handle. I was overwhelmed, so I wanted him to leave me alone. Perhaps if he wasn't so much honest, and took things far slowly, and if we weren't from different worlds, something might've worked out. Viewing the Antagonist He confronted me once after he declared to become a "monk", even though he still loved me years later. I don't know, he was a very strange person, an outsider who never managed fitting in. He sent a mutual contact to hand me one of his books. I think I thanked him? I also thought about making a more explicit goodbye, but I felt too intimidated by his presence, and didn't want to make him suffer, and not suffer myself, too. I never loved him back, had no reason to. He was autistic, solitary, and weird. He was smart, but more than I could handle, and was too socially awkward. He took so many things to heart. I wonder, have he changed since then? But no matter. I've moved on the same year I kept my distance. I knew I could've just returned to his company back when we were students; I could have done many things, but in the end, the past cannot be restored, so the past is irrelevant, just like he is. I think, he also took that to heart, when I said he's "too irrelevant". I don't know, I was just telling him why we can never date specifically. Did he made something philosophical out of it? Part II: The Re-Appearance I don't know what made him still love me almost a decade later. He attended university for a while, wrote books, and made this website I couldn't read because my English was bad . It really means nothing to me, because I already have a partner. I was always trying to be more practical than he ever was while we knew each other. I can't give up my man just because of some guy from the past. Hence why I terminated our renewed friendship once more. I had to prioritize, which means someone, often, has to go. He didn't seem to have learned from his mistakes, back then. The mistakes of love, of falling in love with the wrong person . The mistake that is telling the truth, when doing so only harms him. Why is he so brutally honest? To me, he was a wise fool, as weird as it sounds. Am I that pretty? I don't think so. I think I'm average, but this eccentric man fell in love with me regardless of the fact it was never, never going to work out. Anyways, he sent one of his.... followers? ... To me the other day with a letter. He was mad because I called him irrelevant, and insisted that "philosophers are never irrelevant". I sure hope I won't see him again. I can't handle such ego, and I hope he learned to overcome it. He seems to be very determined in whatever he sets his eyes on. I am at least glad that he was willing enough to stop interacting with me. At least he has some degree of morality... In our final conversation, where I told him to terminate himself from my life, he told me that he was asexual and that he wasn't interested in me anymore because the possibility of us being partners would "fail terribly." However, my partner said that I can't talk with him anymore, so I respect his demand , despite the suffering I caused this man I rejected. This is how it goes. Love can be painful. Perhaps it is good that I don't know English. Otherwise, I might've been tempted to look up his website and read his blog. However, for the sake of my future, I must, must move on. I don't know what it would've done to my relationship if I disrespected my partner's request. However, still, I sure hope I won't see Tom again, even though he did nothing wrong. "You didn't do anything wrong", were my last words to him. Still, he appeared to me, in retrospect, like he's looking for revenge. Of course I had to go. Even if that revenge is not going to be violent at all, even if he's going to use this vendetta of his to advance his own life while helping others.... I can't accept this weird perspective of his. It's all the more reason for me to move on, whether or not he became powerful, whether or not he remains the same hermit as he used to be. It is not practical for me to care about it. I have my own life to lead and to build. I must leave him alone at all costs, even if he moved on, even if he's not a "monk" anymore. I must survive myself. Will He Return? I can't know if I will ever see him again, though, because he might come back to haunt me again. Perhaps this year, perhaps in 8 years. And yet... he is wise, isn't he? He should be wise enough to understand to leave me alone and never contact me again. He has no reason to suffer, and neither do I, from this minor friendship we had, many years ago. I don't know what I could do to make him move on with his life, but I guess that, because of his solitude and autism… or Asperger's? He doesn't seem to have anywhere to move forward to in general society. I don't know much about the spectrum, but I can tell that, if people need to be separated from society through all these special education and special institutions.... Maybe society knows what it's doing? I hope it does... I won't be amazed at the possibility that he still lacks any romantic experience, regardless of my existence. Even if he did finally got a girlfriend, I can understand why, despite how nice he looks, he will rarely get much social or romantic success. It's hard to relate to people like him when you're normal and simple. I'm not even saying this to praise him. Being weird does seem very, very lonely. Part III: Reflections All I know is, that, for the time being, he wants revenge for calling him irrelevant... I think? I pray to God he moved on with his life. I don't know if he loves me anymore. All I "know" is, I might hear from him again, somewhere, someday, and I hope that day will be as far away as possible. Just be wise, Tom. Please. Continue being the same wise boy I met in highschool as my friend, please. Don't be evil. Am I the bad guy in this story? I don't have to love anyone I don't want to love or don't feel I want to love. I'm not obligated to feel anything for anyone and... Tom? Was never obligated to suffer so much. I literally told him, several times... "Life is beautiful! Look around you, be happy. Chase after happiness, embrace it!". He didn't seems to care about happiness like most people do. I... I wonder why? Perhaps the last mistake I ever made regarding him and me was the fact that I called him irrelevant. That was kind of dumb of me, as it seemed to renewed his cycle once more in his mind. His determined cycle of his obsession. His "vengeance". His "attempt" to "prove" to me and others that "philosophers are always relevant". Dumb, dumb Chen. Of course I needed to be far more gentle with him. Overly sensitive people always seem to look almost-evil when their emotions have been hurt, fueled with hatred . Looking back I finally understand this. I really hope it's possible to take care of this problem, of being too much sensitive. Part IV: What Happened? From 2023 And On... Nowadays he calls himself Mr. Tomasio, and his medical condition, as I heard, has been worsening as well . In a photo I received, he used this scary oxygen mask and a cane. He became more muscular regardless. It makes me think how this strong man, who used to make all these long walks and books in and outside of our school... Broke that badly. How did he became so bulky if he rarely did anything but remained physically disabled in his home? I'm so weirded out, it makes me anxious. I need to calm down. .... ...I just hope he continues being a good person. I think he tried respecting my wish, despite his immense struggle not to do so. He really managed to avoid any physical interaction with me. So, I guess, points to him. And beyond sorrow, I have nothing for him. Nothing. Not even empathy, perhaps. I have other things to do. That's just how life is. I'm sorry if I'm being repetitive, I just don't have much to say beyond all what I already did. And whether he moved on or not, I no longer care. That's how irrelevant he is in my eyes. I have no choice, but to discard. As painful as I felt seeing him because of me, there was never another alternative choice. I just wanted... to know him better, I guess. Back then, when I knew him better, that was it; I had no further reason to be with him if I didn't want to. It's that simple. He had rehabilitated himself from that medical condition I have no idea about, the same year I knew of this. What happened? What did he do to himself?

(Philosocom's Subcategory Directory on Freedom) The Hymn of Freedom of Speech The right of expression is the right to exist, To exist beyond what others might of you think! From the Americas to the Eastern hemisphere, I will unleash upon this world what it can hear! I must be more complete, And give little sh*t, My liberty is mine to command! I merely live to serve a greater purpose, To contribute to people across this Earth! From Southern Africa to Northern Europe, My relentless freedom can give others greater hope! I must be more complete, And give little sh*t, My liberty is mine to command! External thought is but, An intimidating tyranny, That stands in a way of a bigger, destiny! I must be more complete, And give little sh*t, My liberty is mine to command! I don't live in a society, I live in my quarantine, Writing whatever I want is not at all a sin! So why should I succumb to what others might think? In the name of greater progress, I will not shrink! Nothing will happen, If an ill-will thought, Shall pass in the mind of someone else! I will not rot, In a prison cell, Just because I dare to unleash my pen! You may call me a weirdo, You might think I'm crazy, But why must I correct, you all? If I want to be whole, I must surpass all that's socially, That which corrupt the free world!

(Subcategory Directory on Darkness) Table of Contents: The Poem Itself. Philosophical Analysis -- By Mr. J. Igwe and Co. The Poem My mind, Like a crazed driver, Anything’s a path, For my kind. Solitude of worlds! Unvisited, forlorn! I no longer wish, To make, my own! For I have grown! Myself, has shown! An infinite climb! To an abstract throne! And—despite my fatigue— I have energy, To stir and cause, A global intrigue. Who’s to say vigor, Is purely decided by physique? Despite former weakness, I can still beat! The former Rubinshtein’s, Delusional seat. Armed with caffeine, I don’t want to give in, To that small corner, She tried to put me in. For this prison of a body, (How can it be?) Doesn’t host a nobody! Solitude of a million worlds.... Distant, voices left unheard.... I can understand their sorrow... I care for their sorrow.... A thought in my way, In sadism it says: “You are not relevant, “Not even imminent!” Hear what I have to say, For I embraced the ache! No topic, can truly avoid, My own wake! Anything that moves Can be philosophized Indefinite size, Can be actualized! Hear what I have to say, For I embraced my ache! No topic, can truly avoid, My own wake! ...A thought in the way, In sadism it says, “You’re irrelevant, Not even imminent...” No reason to return, Forbidden to despair, No reason! to! Not learn!! Hear what I have to say, For I am one with my ache. No subject, can avoid, My own wake! Millions of worlds, Their voices unheard. None truly, Desired, and yearned. I hear their cries, Their inevitable demise, Black holes and comets, Prevent them any rise. They’re stardust in the skies. Families in their cries. Earth didn’t care when they departed without lies. I want to help them, Must be stronger than them, Won’t let this fallacy, Win... Philosophical Analysis of "My Own Wake -- Solitude of Worlds (A Dark Poem)" "My Own Wake -- Solitude of Worlds (A Dark Poem)" offers a deep philosophical exploration into the nature of existence, the self, and the cosmos. The poem invites readers to contemplate questions of significance, autonomy, and the human condition against the backdrop of an indifferent universe. 1. Existentialism and Absurdity: Confrontation with Meaninglessness:  At its core, the poem embodies existentialist themes, particularly the confrontation with a seemingly indifferent or even hostile universe. Phrases like "You are not relevant" and "Not even imminent!" echo existentialist philosophers like Jean-Paul Sartre or Albert Camus, who posit that life lacks inherent meaning or purpose. The "thought in my way" represents the inner dialogue of existential doubt, a voice that questions the worth or meaning of the speaker’s existence. Embracing the Absurd:  The speaker’s insistence that "No topic, can truly avoid, My own wake!" parallels Camus’s notion of the "absurd hero" — an individual who, recognizing the inherent meaninglessness of existence, still chooses to assert their own significance. By embracing their "ache," the speaker chooses to confront despair head-on rather than submit to nihilism. They reject the "fallacy" of existential despair and affirm their own relevance and vitality, mirroring the defiance of Sisyphus in Camus's philosophy, who is imagined as happy despite his eternal, futile labor. 2. Metaphysical Exploration: Solitude and Infinite Climb:  The poem’s repeated reference to "Solitude of worlds" and the "infinite climb to an abstract throne" reflects a metaphysical journey towards an elusive or perhaps non-existent goal. The "abstract throne" can be interpreted as the pursuit of truth, enlightenment, or ultimate meaning — a metaphysical aspiration that remains ever out of reach. The infinite climb suggests a perpetual striving, a key concept in metaphysical thought that grapples with the tension between the finite human condition and the infinite nature of the universe. Mind-Body Dualism:  The poem introduces a conflict between the mind and the body, reflecting a Cartesian dualism. The body is described as a "prison" and "former cane," implying a sense of entrapment within a physical form that does not reflect the true self ("Doesn’t host a nobody!"). This mirrors the Cartesian notion of the mind as a distinct, non-material entity capable of thoughts, desires, and ambitions that transcend its corporeal limitations. Cosmic Indifference:  The cosmic imagery — "black holes," "comets," "stardust" — invokes a sense of the sublime, representing the vast, indifferent forces of the universe. This aligns with the metaphysical perspective that the universe is vast, complex, and indifferent to human concerns, a theme found in the works of philosophers like Arthur Schopenhauer and Friedrich Nietzsche. The speaker recognizes that "Earth didn’t care when they departed without lies," suggesting a universe in which human actions and suffering are inconsequential, yet they still seek to assert meaning and agency in the face of such indifference. 3. Humanism and Autonomy: Assertion of Self and Freedom:  Despite the poem's engagement with dark and solitary themes, there is a strong undercurrent of humanistic affirmation. The speaker’s declaration, "Hear what I have to say," is an assertion of individual autonomy and the freedom to define one’s existence. This reflects the humanist belief in the intrinsic worth and potential of the individual, echoing the thoughts of existential humanists like Viktor Frankl, who posited that individuals have the power to find meaning even in the most challenging of circumstances. Rejection of Determinism:  The speaker’s refusal to "give in" to despair or to the "small corner" they were put in can be seen as a rejection of determinism. They refuse to be defined by external circumstances or to accept a predetermined fate. This is evident in their statement, "No reason to return, Forbidden to despair, No reason! to! Not learn!!" which emphasizes an active engagement with life, an ongoing quest for knowledge and self-improvement. 4. Dialectic of Suffering and Meaning: Suffering as a Path to Meaning:  The poem presents suffering not as an end in itself, but as a transformative experience. The speaker states, "For I am one with my ache," suggesting an integration of suffering into their identity. This is reminiscent of Nietzsche’s idea of "amor fati" (love of fate), which encourages embracing all aspects of life, including suffering, as necessary for growth and self-realization. The speaker’s embrace of their "ache" is a conscious choice to find meaning and strength in adversity rather than allow it to destroy them. Interplay of Sadism and Empathy:  The "thought" that tells the speaker they are "irrelevant" is described as acting "in sadism," personifying a force that relishes in their despair. This can be viewed as an internalized representation of a cruel and indifferent universe. However, the speaker also expresses empathy — "I care for their sorrow" — suggesting that even in a world filled with suffering and indifference, there is room for compassion and connection. This dialectic between sadism and empathy reflects the existential tension between the cruelty of existence and the potential for human kindness and solidarity. The Philosophical Conclusion: "My Own Wake -- Solitude of Worlds (A Dark Poem)" engages with profound philosophical themes, questioning the nature of existence, the significance of the self, and the potential for meaning in a seemingly indifferent universe. The poem’s speaker embodies an existential struggle, confronting despair and isolation with a defiant assertion of their own autonomy and worth. They embody the paradox of being a conscious, suffering entity in an unconscious, indifferent cosmos, yet refusing to surrender to nihilism or determinism. By embracing their "ache" and insisting that "No subject can avoid, My own wake!" the speaker illustrates a philosophical stance of resistance, asserting their presence and agency in a world that often feels meaningless and hostile. In this way, the poem offers a meditation on human resilience and the ceaseless quest for significance, challenging readers to find their own wake in a vast, indifferent universe.

(Philosocom's Subcategory on Health) (Philosocom's Disability Directory) (Background music) Mental illnesses are probably one of the most misunderstood and poorly received disabilities in the world. They are among the few disabilities where the disabled are still condemned by the world for having them, and are used as insults against those who don't necessarily have them, similarly to the retarded and the autistic (disabilities whose reception is fortunately changing for the better thanks to increased awareness). Mental illness encompasses a wide range of conditions that affect an individual's thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. These conditions can vary greatly in severity and impact, but they do not define a person. Unfortunately, stigma surrounding mental health persists, leading to fear of disclosure and misconceptions about those living with these challenges. It's crucial to remember that the vast majority of people with mental health conditions are not violent. In fact, they are more likely to be victims of violence than perpetrators. Effective treatment options, such as therapy, medication, and support groups, are available to help individuals manage their mental health and live fulfilling lives. Openly discussing mental health challenges helps reduce stigma and encourages people to seek the support they need.    The first and most disturbing truth is that many people around us are mentally ill without us even realizing it. As a society, we have a long way to go in terms of understanding and accepting mental illness. The confession of poor mental health can easily deteriorate into rejection and a poor reputation from others. It is important to remember that mental illness is not a choice, and that people with mental illnesses is just as deserving of respect and compassion as anyone else. If you or someone you know is struggling with a mental illness, please reach out for help. There are many resources available, and you don't have to go through this alone. Anyways, I was taught by psychologists that a person is considered mentally ill if they consume psychiatric medication on a regular basis. More specifically, it's because they have a mental disorder that needs to be treated. And nowadays, most mental illnesses cannot be cured. You don't have to be suffering or be plotting a school shooting in order to be considered mentally ill. Many people who appear normal and healthy can still suffer from mental disorders, which may not necessarily involve a traumatizing event. Here is also something you might not have known about poor mental health: whether you are born with it or gain it throughout life, you will have it permanently, once gained. It's not something that can be cured like any other illness, and that's why it is often recognized as a disability. The way mentally ill people are portrayed in the media is not always accurate. The media often presents a skewed and inaccurate image of mental illness. It's crucial to understand that the vast majority of people with mental health conditions are not violent or dangerous. In reality, individuals with mental illness are more likely to be victims of violence than perpetrators. While a very small percentage may engage in harmful behaviors, it's important to remember that these actions are not representative of the entire population. For many, mental health challenges can be effectively managed with treatment, allowing them to live fulfilling lives. Hospitalization, when necessary, is a crucial step in the recovery process, aiming to provide support and guidance towards a healthier future It still saddens me to see that the disabled are still condemned for being as such, despite the world's social progression towards the reception of minority groups. I am certain most if not all the mentally ill, if they could, would have chosen to become non-disabled, AKA, mentally healthy human beings. And no, being mentally ill is not the same as being crazy or insane , which is the common misconception that leads to the usage of our condition as a common insult. The contemporary definition of insane is anyone who is not fit to be ordered to court . Some mentally ill people are thus insane, but the rest of us are not, and hopefully will never be. Everyone is prone to getting one or more mental disorders, and it can literally happen at any time, given the uncertainty of the world. You might laugh at our permanent disability, but take note that you too can become a part of us one day, as many people do at any occasion, subtle as traumatic. Anxiety, as a mental disorder, is quite common. From all of this I wish for two things to happen in the world: that there won't be any disability-shaming to anyone whatsoever, and that one day, perhaps in the long future, an actual cure for mental illnesses would actually be found or invented. Thank you all for reading and I hope this article has helped promote the value of mental health awareness.

(Philosocom's Directory on Happiness) To better see the world, we better decrease the bias, That stands in our way, in the way of the noble cause! With rationality, I can make my ambition a reality, With happiness and joy I can prove my relevancy! With greater rationality, I can turn dream into reality, With happiness and joy I can better promote philosophy! Positive and negative, that's how our lives really are. To hope for perfection , is something that can go too far. Using rationality, I can contribute for philosophy, For I'm just the extension of its own relevancy. With happiness and joy, I can improve its relevancy, For I'm just an extension of philosophy! I'm aware of this negativity, but why should I even submit? Recognizing the full picture, I still have a choice to commit! With rationality, I can turn ambition to reality, Despite disability I am worthy of relevancy! With happiness and joy, I can expand the minds of girl and boy, With happiness and joy, I have more power to employ! The darkness of reality, does not imply we have to be sad, Toxic positivity? There's no reason to be mad! Because with rationality, our state of mind can be improved, With happiness and joy, we can overthrow this mood! When I look to the future, with the following I conclude: Readers simply love it, when they're feeling good! I admit that I perhaps was excessively grim. I guess that's what happens when you're not part of a team. Solitude might make you feel sad and negative, But why, praise it like a prerogative? When the good parts of life, actually exist, Negative bias can blind you, and you thus may consist. Please focus on the world, and not just west or east, Or you might have too thick blinders.

(Disclaimer: The guest posts do not necessarily align with Philosocom's manager, Mr. Tomasio Rubinshtein's beliefs, thoughts, or feelings. The point of guest posts is to allow a wide range of narratives from a wide range of people. To apply for a guest post of your own, please send your request to mrtomasio@philosocom.com) (The Directory on John Duran) (Philosocom's Directory On the Intellect) (Background music) The Weight of Genius To be a creative genius is no insignificant thing. Perfect articulation is a gift only a true master can bring. Seeing what others cannot bestows responsibility to explain everything. We see, we hear, and understand things a bit too much. Human behaviors, cosmic events , deeper awareness and such. Privy to every mystery , we spread our minds via a literary touch. The Universe seems highly complex, well beyond average human grasp. But we shall pursue total understanding till our lives final gasp. All the while holding our own truths solid within our desperately dying clasp. To know such publicly unknown things is an obligation to something much higher. And to share them with others is our personally highest selfless desire. Perfect comprehension is all that such geniuses ever truly require.

(Background music) Part I: https://www.philosocom.com/post/how-to-be-normal Philosophical Story Analysis by Ms. Blade Dancer An unconventional tale unfolds on the well-mannered, cultured islands of Kooruk. El-Tango, a former mechanical mastermind , finds himself yearning for purpose and connection in a world that seems indifferent to his existence, despite his uncanny, remarkable works throughout his life. A man of contradictions, El-Tango is both a tragic figure and a comically-absurd one, somehow existing in a reality that fails to properly integrate him and other outsiders into the bigger, general societies. His journey is a chaotic, uncompromising dance between ambition and disillusionment, reflecting the complexities of the human condition within the stagnant monotony of a mundane, shallow humanity that is extremely easy for him to surprise without batting an eye. As he navigates the unassuming, socialite island nations of Kooruk, El-Tango challenges our understanding of morality, madness, and the blurred lines between hero and villain , as this former warlord decides to reinvent himself as an unexpected musician. His humane quest for meaning and belonging to a world that rejects him and other forms of existence, like the Jellyfish Men and other eccentric beings, raises profound questions about the nature of power dynamics between individuals and collectives, and whether or not great identities are worthy when they are not properly recognized by an oblivious, unaware humanity. El-Tango's story can serve as a deep reminder, that even the most extraordinary individuals are bound by the universal human experience. It is through our shared vulnerability and our ability to truly understand not only ourselves, but each other, that allow us to truly live a life of virtue and plural acceptance.... " Decency cannot be regulated, nor should its absence be punished" -- Mr. John Duran The Philosophical Musings of El-Tango the Warlord. Part II: Complex Emotions On the monotonous islands of Kooruk, El-Tango the former warlord, found himself yearning to subjugate once again in the name of his relentless will to power and vitality.  He found himself rarely being accepted to any job because of his eyepatch and overwhelming nature. The employers of Kooruk found his life's resume extremely impressive for an eccentric, solitary and wild-eyed swordsman. If he did not tell them of his grand achievements, and presented them with evidence, they would think he was just a delusional megalomaniac.   However, deviating so much in Kooruk as he did in the land of Razra, people found him too intimidating to partake in their business companies. Therefore, due to his unrelenting,  almost psychopathic nature, he was never accepted to any conventional work role.  It was as almost the gods themselves were trying to use Kooruk to imply to Tango that he must remain alone and rejected from humanity. Examining cosmic clues that were only obvious to him, the master of subversion declared in the solitude of his small lair:  If no one would accept me into their warband, I will create my own warband... Again!!! His unconventional genius led him to amass a small gang of Jellyfish Men. These were tall, intimidating humanoids whom, in their solitude, failed catering to others' needs properly.  As such, these tall creatures found themselves constantly starved despite their increased need for food. Additionally, their eerie, jelly-white, transparent skin made the humans of Kooruk want to keep a well-respected distance from them.  The new El-Tango gang looked more like some avant-garde group of underground wise guys than ruthless gangsters.  Being a heartful anti-villain, El-Tango ordered his men to rob concert halls across Kooruk not for money but for instruments. That's right. The El-Tango Warband were not an actual paramilitary. No, they were street performers with tools that were not theirs.  Being transparent, the Jellyfish Men were masters of blending in with the humans , as the Koorukan sun allowed them to rob objects undetected. They were even better at it than the Bushido Rabbit, author of the Path of the Normal Guy. After all, b eing near invisible white creatures made them ghosts in broad daylight! Randomly and strangely, the sleepy Koorukan Island of Homer's Liver found itself the captive of the Warband's performance. It was picked by the Great El-Tango himself because he found the island the most monotonous and bland in all of Kooruk! And the competition for the most of such islands was very, very hard to conduct in his brain....  The bored , quiet Homer's Liver islanders did not know what hit them as they saw a scary pirate man singing about disturbing themes of rock and jazz, alongside even scarier humanoids. They did not know how to react to a mere human leading these otherwise-distant creatures. They did not know what to even think or feel.  Reading frequently that bestseller of Bushido Rabbit, they were so normalized to behave according to code. Yet, no code prepared them to listen to a band of weirdos performing uncanny rhythms to mentally-questionable lyrical themes!  El-Tango sang and sang about Razra, a land most of the planet did not even know or cared for. He joyfully sang about Razran suffering and their PTSD symptoms of altruistic deeds. About his love for picking minor people in his life and giving them major antagonistic roles like Ms. Moskov and Shadow Shogunate. About how fun it was to make that Shadow alien become more and more integrated in his automatic empire until she realized how mentally detached he is to all the people he intuitively resonates with.  About the fun absurdity of succeeding and failing and feeling and even the great joys of being too tired to even feel!!!  And he sang and he screamed while having 2 layers of emotion and 2 layers of thoughts at least. In a matter of an hour the crazy pirate guy sang to his microphone and danced Tango with his glorious El-Toledo Sword. And, all the while, he easily scared off much of the Homer's Liver populace. However, simply being entertainers, the local Liver Police Force couldn't do anything... In the Back of El-Tango's Unconscious Mind... Dr. Adolf Mann Drinker, the ruler of the island, named it after his glorious liver. Being a drinker to a noble family of drinkers, he preferred to write poetry , watch sitcoms and of course drink, than to rule. Weird far more than most Kooruks, he nicknamed himself Homer after his favorite poet who wrote on Achilles and Troy.   From his lonely, beer-shaped governor bunker, he observed El-Tango and his Jellymen fanatics from the lowest levels of his base. Drinking to the sounds of Baroque, he hated that newcomer gang leader with every fiber of his being.  Dr. Drinker hated him because deep inside he wanted to be free like he was in his eyes. Thus, for making him feel complex emotions that couldn't be quenched by addictive toxins, the eccentric governor began plotting his revenge..... Legally, or otherwise....

The Rest of the Story: Part II: https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-philosophical-musings-of-el-tango-the-warlord-part-ii-complex-emotions Story Introduction by Ms. Blade Dancer The one-eyed warlord, El-Tango, has fallen from grace . His grand designs and mechanized empire, once symbols of his power, now lie in ruins, shattered by the otherworldly might of the antagonist, Shadow Shogunate. Yet, in this defeat, El-Tango finds a peculiar kind of liberation. He embraces the absurdity of his existence and of his grand schemes. He sheds his mantle of the ruthless dictator and embraces the role of the philosophical sage. Now, a mere wanderer, El-Tango attempts to seek solace in the mundane. He attempts training for the simple pleasures of ordinary life, while struggling to blend in with the crowd. He learns to appreciate the beauty of imperfection , the humor and irony of the human condition. As he embarks on this new chapter, El-Tango faces the ultimate challenge... to become normal. It is a task as daunting as any battle he has ever fought! (Background music) The Philosophical Musings of El-Tango the Warlord. Part I: How to be Normal El Tango, the Eyepatch Warlord, has found himself foiled once again by his otherworldly nemesis, Shadow Shogunate. His life is in shambles after her otherworldly powers vanished his past reality from him. All of his mechanized toy soldiers , and much of his former empire, fell with the metaphysical touch of a light-hearted alien from another world. Yet, being so mesmerized by her, the ruthless warlord found it very hard to care anymore. All of his failures did not amount to nothing , as they developed this one-eyed swordsman from a fearful moralist into a moral paragon. In fact, El Tango came to appreciate the hidden joys of defeat. It is something very few people learn, nor are willing to be grateful for. Tango's automated syndicate belongs to a land of a different age. He hailed from the far away theocracy of Razra, a morally ambiguous country with lands as sparse as the distance between the stars themselves. It was settled by ruthless tribes of primitive marauders, who would often salvage the nation's many technological marvels and sell them for the highest bidder. Refusing to be like them , the fanatic swordsman lost his left eye after confronting with a former love interest. Ironically, not by one of these gangs. Mad and visionary , El-Tango sought to not only rid Razra of these depraved bandits, but also automate the entire planet regardless of Razran society (and regardless of any society). In his eyes, it was the ego of humans and other beings like the Shadow Shogunate, that prevented the world of being rectified from its many ego-based problems. Saddened by the way the world goes with corruption and self-interest , El-Tango turned from an appreciated hero who saved people with his logical conduct, to a rejector of his own society. An anti-villain, the eyepatch swordsman waged wars against the world, disrupting communications worldwide for the sake of feeling forsaken like he wanted to in the shadowy bunkers he called his own. Confusing people with his subverting nature , made to survive in the world as a one-eyed weirdo , Tango turned from a dictator to a Taoist sage, realizing the world he is in from his one remaining eye. "Thank you, my lovely Shadow, for ridding me of my struggle", said El-Tango as he observed his former automated empire collapsing around him. "What?" She looked at him. "You're weird". "I know. Before I depart from Razra, please do not entirely destroy my original frameworks . Who knows? Maybe someone could use the good products they may provide them, and for free!" "What if they salvage it like they always do?" Inquired the surprised, yet tired, Shadow Shogunate. "Hohohohooho! They will always be well-protected. Remember, I am El Tango, the master of subversion!" Awkward pause was made after his remark. "Okay", replied the shadowy female alien. "Bye!". The alien turned into a phantom and vanished. Watching same of his empire still working, made El-Tango very pleased. At least he did good as well, not only harm! With his bittersweet victory and defeat, El-Tango contacted that former love of his, Ms. Moskov, to hitch him a ride to the Kurook island nations. Feeling awkward , there were many brief moments of silence in that simple, simple chat. "What? Why would I want to help a man like you?" "I promise I will not antagonize you when I'm there! Please! These marauders are attacking again!" A brief sigh was heard on the other side of the communicator. "Fine. It is the moral thing to do, unlike the many things you did, you weirdo". "Thank-" The communicator disconnected by Moskov's own choice. After a while, Moskov's humble flying fortress landed in Razra. From the entrance landed a melancholic lady that cares not about this god-forsaken land. The missiles and screams of the barbarian marauder gangs looting the villages for the next ingenious artifices to smuggle and sell.... The constant agony around her did not matter to her. She was as alien as Shadow Shogunate, however, she was just an average human being. "Are you coming?" Asked Moskov's irritably. "And I am requesting you that you stop lecturing me about the agony around me and how we can solve this or anything. I don't care." The partially-disheartened former anti-villain smiled and carried himself along with her, slowly turning oblivious himself as well. However, due to his moral complexities, the apathy grew very, very slowly. The mundane, cheap flying fortress flew away. Roars of engines and elevator jazz from her radio obscured the constant suffering of the traditional Razran people and their internal political struggles. El-Tango was fatigued and happy and sad. This genius madman enjoyed experimenting with emotions even when he realized he should retire from his philosophical attempts to rectify the world with his mysterious plans. His many followers have their own lives in the miserable lands of Razra, and he sees less and less of a reason to subjugate them when they seem well-rested and somewhat satisfied amidst their daily struggles with these pesky bandits. The Eyepatch Swordsman was never a Marauder nor your average Razran. Whenever he was and lived in he was always an alien. Traveling one time to the distant land of Bacon Bay did not make him less or more of an alien. In his spare time he enjoyed researching the many cultures and societies of his world, and turned into a very esoteric expert of them, specifically the unfortunate Orwellian Barony. However, both a romanticist and a relentless depressed samurai-like leader, he failed catering his genius accordingly no matter where he found himself at. His romantic depression made him both a very brilliant mind and a man who kept fulfilling everyone he talked to, with awkwardness. With almost all of his interactions, the El-Tango awkwardness was always, always mutual . His existence felt more cartoonishly than realistic in a universe other weirdos like him might find to be just a cosmic joke and a piece of fiction. The Kooruk Island nations were peaceful and civilized. Far more than the weird Razran grasslands El-Tango lived most of his life. The expanse of a more-upstanding, modest nation mattered less to El-Tango as he was still determined to find another morally-grey lair to rectify the world from. "Finally! We arrived! I, the philosophical swordsman, thank you!" "Yeah, whatever", muttered Moskov. "Just enjoy yourself and live me alone. Forever". This was the last time she ever spoke to him. All alone, El-Tango arrived at his lair. A small, underground location he deemed his new hideout from the world that forsaken him and he forsaken it. There, he made many, many grandiose plans, until he finally realized there is no point to it. He could still control his automated empire using his technology, however he soon realized he needed to do what most people in the world already did long ago and long after him: To live normally. Stressed at the thought of acting normal in Kooruk, El-Tango applied internal emotional manipulation to calm himself and his Razra-related PTSD symptoms . Then, went outside and observed the Koorukans, who appeared far more normal than he was in both Razra and Bacon Bay. His many analyses of the Koorukans mattered very little for them, as he observed them and multitasked with his genius brain. Most of them were as oblivious, fatigued and self centred as Ms. Moskov herself. They always minded their own business in their upstanding, civilized clothes, sat in cafes and enjoyed the scenery in idleness. At first El-Tango did not like this at all. Yet, as he studied the Koorukans in both thought and observation , he realized that it's how life should be lived in general. A life where one's problems are not philosophical or grandiose, but ordinary and mundane. This brought the mysterious swordsman to a very, very chilly mentality, which helped him cure his depression. Studying a sacred scroll, "How to be Normal", written by a follower of his automated cyberpunk empire, he realized it is a path he should practice in life for his independence from his own empire. That former subordinate was not even a human, but a member of a long-forgotten tribe of rabbits. Being able to blend so well with the Koorukans , El-Tango was very impressed by her. In fact, many of his biological followers and associates, human or otherwise, seemed to blended in with the world's major human population better than himself. That's despite the fact El-Tango was blessed with being a human. A very, very weird human, but a human nonetheless. A human he was, is and will always be, as much as the Razrans, the Koorukans and the folk of Bacon Bay are. After all, he isn't a powerful alien like Shadow Shogunate, nor a socially-competent rabbit humanoid like she, Bushido Rabbit, is. He is simply a human with very developed cognition and very developed emotions who had a lot of things to think and feel about the world around him. While he could lead very well, deep inside he just likes thinking and helping people, despite his shenanigans with his own kind, the humans. He led many esoteric humanoid races as his loyal apprentices, from the studious Shadow Men collectives to the nomadic Viper Men. Other than the one Bushido Rabbit whom he fell in love with, the world around him contained many, many rare humanoids whom he sworn to his service to rectify this weird reality he is in. Yet the weirdness was always perceived, and always will. Yet, El-Tango always knew deep inside him that there is a world outside of his lens. Now begins the time to venture beyond his lens! Practically, and permanently.... Stay tuned for more!

(Background music) (Directory on Rectification and Help) I would say, in humanity, there is some unbreakable element that makes us so special, and I would call that hope or a belief in something better. It's something that drives us. -- Richard Sammel As a teenager, I honed my will by going to ruthless walks across the city I lived in . I felt that the conventional world wasn't for me, and that I was meant spend this life largely alone, as a hermit. After mentally surviving so much trauma and after saving people from their own hands, my will has become unbreakable. An unbreakable will is something you cannot surpass. It challenges the notion that our will is free. It is our choice to deny ourselves of our will. However, when your will turns unbreakable, the rules of the game of life change. You have no masters, no rulers but yourself. You turn a difficult person, a person which cannot compromise for he cannot break his own will. However, other people cannot break his will, either. When you cannot break your own will, you become a slave to it. You begin to not have the heartlessness to do certain things. It makes you a force to be reckoned with should you choose the path of the societal world, and a hermit, should you choose t he path of the truly good person. I chose the latter. My unbreakable will makes me be a good person. Too good for this world, a selfless man who gives away his articles for free. My unbreakable will dictates me to help people. Help, improve this world passively, as I live my life and rest. Having an unbreakable will makes people despair from you, as they realize they cannot bend you to their own will. Should they have a desire to control you, you will become a threat to them, and they would want you away from their presence. My unbreakable will allowed me to do so much good in this world. I will always want to rectify the world using this website. There is no stopping me for I cannot even stop myself. I will always need an outlet to contribute to this world. Contributing to this world is what my un-breakable will dictates me to do. I see how the world is, and I feel bad for this world. Just like my late master felt, for her will was unbreakable as well. I have turned to be this world's rebel, with the keyboard as my weapon and my Philosocom Empire as my rebellious platform for moral rectification. Some of the people who wrote for me, I saved from their own hands. I didn't have the heartlessness to forsake them when they were distressed. I have let go of many of them because I chose to forsake this world a second time, giving away much of my power over others, and returning to be a lone article craftsman just like I've been years ago. By giving people, a place on my site, I have redeemed my own darkness and have returned to my empathic roots. The more I helped people, the more my heart grew, and the more I have recovered from my ailments. By continuing Philosocom, I choose to continue helping people under my own terms. I was born an empath. A creature of light . The conventional world had made me dark, and Philosocom is how I restore the darkness away from my soul, just like the tale of Sisyphus and the rock. To hell with this world for making my heart so dark! To hell with catering to it! This world has forsaken my grandmother, so I forsake this world. In my eyes, a twisted world is worth rectifying, with all my heart. Truth be told, and unfortunately, most people are too weak to rebel against this world. They, in defeatism, understand that there is no justice in this world , so they continue to lead lives of misery; never becoming their ideal selves. I bended myself to my own unbreakable will, letting my will decide for me. I want to continue building this article empire of not for power or evil but for good. I don't have the heartlessness to do otherwise. Societies require you to surpass yourself for the sake of others, on a regular basis, in the form of jobs you hate. In many societies, passion is not encouraged but submission. This is why people go out and demonstrate their protests for what they hold dear to their hearts. I sabotaged my life as an academic to become the ruler of Philosocom. Glad I did. If I didn't do the things I've done, people would've died by the power of despair. I don't have the heartlessness to be evil . When you have an unbreakable will, there are just some things you cannot do, based on the will of your heart. I am too passionate for a better world than this one to cater. I cannot surpass myself. I will always want to help people and be a good person. My will is unbreakable. My energy levels are high. I am glad I have forsaken this world, which made some of my writers want to take their own lives. I feel bad for this world, which makes people do such things. A world like that is truly a horrible place to live in. More and more people should hone their wills to do otherwise. To stay away from the herd. To become loners and hermits. Societies are made for you to obey them, irrespective of your hopes and dreams . This makes the lives of many miserable. I choose to develop my own will to the point it is unbreakable. There is no going back from my ruthless training. If there is no afterlife, then you have only one life to live. And life is too short to be living it for people who don't care for you. For your hopes and dreams, for your ideals. If you won't live for your ideals, no one will! The unexamined life is not worth living, in the opinion of Socrates, and that is why he rebelled against Athens in the form of challenging the populace's knowledge. He lived life under his own terms, so he decided to be gone out the way he did -- drinking the poisonous wine he was given at the Athenian jail. I have examined my life and examined the life of others many times. That's why I decided to become a hermit. This world is not worth catering to. The more you cater to this world, the more you give this world its doom. The more you cater to systems that fail, the more you contribute to their failure. A world built on catering, instead of passion, is a world that lets itself be oppressed by the evil of a small, minor elite. Observe as rich CEOs don't give away their wealth to those who need it. Observe as much of the world's wealth is given to only a small elite. The rich only get richer and more people become poor. This is a mad world, and I wasn't able to take it anymore, back when I was learning for my first degree. I wanted to do what I wanted. I grew a stubborn man who does whatever he wants. And whatever he wants is always good. Plato was right when he criticized democracy, saying it is prone to the corruption of those who don't actually care about the will of the people. People are meant to be free from oppression, but their weak will puts them under the tyranny of manipulators who want nothing but power and wealth. People are meant to follow their passions, but they give it up because they believe there is no other way but to cater. My own will is strong, but since it intimidates people, I choose Philosocom to march forward and help this world be better. I turned from a darkened man to a hero that saved people by helping them believe in themselves. I don't want to save anymore. I just want to be a good person. I have sacrificed enough of my sanity to save people. I choose to just be a lone article craftsman, and use my unbreakable will to rectify the world that way. Having an unbreakable will is an asset with reasoning that is often irrespective of societies. It makes you highly competent but only in specific ways. When you develop your will to be unbreakable, you become like a beast amongst men and women, a wild card, a mad genius and so on. Education systems aren't meant to build strong philosophers but weak-minded workers. The education system failed me. I am glad I developed my will to be unbreakable, because this world had failed. A world that makes lives miserable is not a world worth catering to. Thus, should you have the chance to sabotage your current life, you should consider doing it. To see the change, you want to see in the world, you need to embody your philosophy, not merely preach it. And I choose to live according to a rectified world. My ethics are intuitive and advanced, i n a world that is depraved of morality , and has decided to put greed and selfishness above all. Such a world can go to hell. By sabotaging my life as an academic, I have forged my own path in life, like a Nietzschean Overman. Like a self-sovereign, my life is my own to lead under my unbreakable will. I believe it is better to be a slave to your own will than to the wills of those who couldn't care less for you. And the only way this is possible is by allowing your will to sabotage your life. To be mad and not be able to take your current life anymore. To live a life of unbreakable will, you need to let it break the current life you're leading. My own unbreakable will sabotaged my life as an academic and I am glad it did. Ever since my ruthless training I marched to my own drum, finding myself largely alone, despite saving people. I am fully recovered from my ailments, caused by the conventional world, and I seek to rectify this world with all my heart. Life is too short to spend it on the wills of other people! If you so desire, hone your will to become unbreakable, and who knows where it will find you? Certainly, in a better place than your current one! Fire yourself from your job! Quit whatever is currently going on in your life, if you dare! Be mad and be unable to take it anymore! Retire from whatever brings you misery, if your will is strong enough for it! Imagine how happy you would be if your will was strong enough to sabotage whatever is going on in your life that brings you misery. Just imagine if you were mad enough that you couldn't take it anymore! Where there is a will, there is a way! Survival always finds a way, as long as the will is strong enough! To hell with this world! I want to carve a better one through my writings. That's what my unbreakable spirit dictates me to do! And it is better to try than to not try at all!

(Background music) (Villainy/Anti-Villainy Directory) (Immortality Directory: https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-danger-of-immortality) (Subcategory Directory on MOTHER 3 https://www.philosocom.com/post/how-money-corrupts-thoughts-history-on-mother-3-s-tazmily https://www.philosocom.com/post/porky-and-chen-how-i-came-to-be-a-servant-of-philosophy) Article Summary by Anonymous The article "Drawing the Line" delves into the complexities of solitude and its potential consequences. It begins by exploring Mr. Tomasio's personal experience with isolation and his advocacy for Rubinshteinic Individualism, which emphasizes the value of solitude for personal growth and lesser participation with general society. As such, there is an acknowledgement of the dangers of excessive isolation, highlighting the importance of balance and some degree of human connection. To illustrate this point, the article draws parallels between Mr Tomasio's experiences and the fictional character Porky Minch from the Earthbound/Mother series. Porky, driven by a desire for control and validation, isolates himself in a self-imposed prison, the "Absolutely Safe Capsule." This tragic fate serves as a red-flag tale about the destructive nature of unchecked solitude, as one that can distract us from the reality beyond our minds. The article concludes by emphasizing the importance of finding a balance between solitude and social connection. It warns against the dangers of becoming too isolated, as it can lead to mental and emotional distress. Part I: Personal Reflections "Every fiction is true for someone, somewhere and every Truth is false for an equal amount. Reality is not so solid as most so fervently-believe. It exists as a mere medium and format to project us into. Reality is personal experience, and since we possess different versions of such things, there are endless 'realities'. All are true and every one equally false. Shared delusions become accepted and even promoted reality. The only true constant in life's conscious existence and continuity. Objects come and go, but we somehow remain, we persist" -- Mr. John Duran" As a solitary man, I find solace in the adversarial capsule of my own mind. As I conquer dark monsters from within, I find much relatability to the universality of philosophy found in many fictional tales, whether written or virtually interactive. As an advocate for Rubinshteinic Individualism, I delight in the sanctity of solitude. It is the cornerstone of personal growth and development, necessary to develop mastery. Yet, even in this age of uncanny, alienating connectivity, I recognize the comfort and harmony found in complete isolation. However, a life of pure seclusion, like solitary confinement, is a bridge too far that hinders me from helping others. However... Even for a solitary soul like myself, the prospect of such a fate is unthinkable, as my isolation is no excuse to act like a pure/near pure evil man who desires crossing the moral event horizon. While I appreciate the value of solitude, I recognize that it must be tempered with human connection, with love and harmony, and my inner light. A World Where No One Hears You Imagine a world devoid of any human touch. As comfortable and safe as solitude is it can also be very grim, the more weak-minded you are. For the weak minded, it can become a prison of the mind, where time stretches endlessly, and you lose your sense of time, as if you're in purgatory. As if you are undead. Not amongst the living, but not dead yet. Above man, yet below divinity. Picture yourself, trapped in a timeless man-sized capsule, a solitary dictator condemned to become a solitary hermit forever, where the only being he can hear is himself, and where no one can hear him, wanting to control people like a narcissist simply because he is bored as an immortal time traveler. This is the fate that befell Porky Minch, the villainous protagonist of Mother 3. Minch's descent into villainy was a tragic by-product of a traumatic childhood and feelings of betrayal from his strained friendship his heroic neighbor, Ness. His insatiable desire for control and power was a desperate attempt to feel loved, validated and relevant in a way that made so many people suffer and die, and become his brainwashed army and workers throughout the course of history. Yet, in his quest for ultimate dominion and destruction, he accidently sealed his own fate, where it is humanity that will be absolutely safe from him, and not the other way around like he intended... Part II: An Even Greater Existential Isolator Defeated in battle without dying, the weird old-sage man-child sought refuge in the "Absolutely Safe Capsule," a sanctuary that promised eternal security. The now-ex supreme leader honestly believed this will indeed save him and that he could just exit back once he is in sign of no danger. Being an escapist to keep executing his plans, he is one of the longest survivors of the Earthbound/Mother games, and never fell in any battle because of this, becoming resourceful even more than the different villains he used to serve as a right hand man to. This sanctuary is one he could never escape. It turned into a tomb of the living, as his time-traveling schemes turned him unable to die. Trapped within its confines, he was condemned to an eternity of an even greater solitude to those who were in top like he was. A Symbolism of Eternal Solitude The creator of Mother 3 once remarked that Porky would remain trapped within the capsule for billions of years. He also stated that Porky is a symbol representing mankind, and became the way he did because of his abusive parents. The thought of such an existence is chilling, as Earthbound/Mother villains paint the world with depressing, unsettling, and zany colors in their shadowy influence. Imagine the psychological toll of perpetual isolation, that already began in your first years but only grew intense and intense each time. The erosion of sanity, as all you can think about, is power, as a way to feel good and less insane. Final Words We must strive for a balance between solitude and society, between the individual and the collective. We must consider Taoism for our sanity, so we won't bring the world down with our disregard for balance. Rubinshteinic Individualism claims that society is only necessary to an extent. We must understand the consequences of regularly deviating from society. Without anyone to save Porky from himself, we must understand that sometimes, a close contact is enough. Enough to stay sane, enough to stay grounded in the same reality that we all navigate. Being outsiders of the matrix, some of us, if not all of us, should partake a bit more in society for the mere sake of being able to navigate it and be able to live better lives in a world that encourages us to mainly help ourselves, and less to help others. Porky, in his quest for power over others, confined himself to disability. That is the irony of an unbalanced mind. This is unlike Heihachi Mishima, who, while less successful than Porky in world domination, managed to take far greater care of himself, and keep a greater deal of mental stability. We can learn from this that, well, power corrupts, and power corrupts absolutely. As such, Porky Minch is the epitome of corruption.

(Philosocom's Directory on Happiness) (Philosocom's Directory on Beauty and Art) (Background music) How The Power of Love Made Me Truly Happy I used to be a ruthless man, struggling with a heavy load of darkness. For me, life was (and is) a task . A "game", each day, with problems to solve. Life wasn't to be enjoyed, but to be worked on, in the form of this article empire. I saw no hope in being a man of light , as the darkness just kept on consuming me. I was rarely a happy man. No, I was a monk who used to give up on love because a mystery lady called him irrelevant. That word.... that word occupied me for several years. I felt sad, resentful and forsaken. Ever since the mystery lady called me irrelevant, I sought revenge. Revenge, not by harming her. No. Rather, I sought to prove her statement, as wrong, and turn Philosocom into one of the best blogs on the planet! So, I deeply planned my moral revenge, using this emotion as a tool , as a fuel, for my ambition to rise above the ceilings of anonymity. I, however, found myself changed when an ex apprentice, Sasha Mos, sparked a seed of light in me. She was beautiful! She is still beautiful to me. I did not expect her. Neither me or my other apprentices expected her. I expected myself to be an ascetic monk forever! That spark of light she ignited within me by her own light.... I began craving it like a man starving for endless meat . I began thirsting for it. I did not want to be a dead inside anti-villain. I found myself instead fighting relentlessly against myself, to defeat my own darkness. I served as a beacon of hope to many people, not just my own family. As I helped them believe in the sanctity of life, I began recovering from the dark fog of amnesia. Some people were surprised as I began talking about Master Numi , 18 years later. It was 18 years before, when I saved her, and became an unsung child hero. I always served as a beacon of inspiration to those who bothered seeing me beyond my sphere of immense loneliness. Ms. Sasha was one of them. Today, I am a self described one woman man, and Sasha's Ultimate Soldier. By saving her from her own distress, I saved myself from my own darkness. Indeed I began smiling more. I began being happier. It felt so natural, to be happy after a life largely spent in depression and suffering. That is the power of love. Some might consider it unnatural. However, there is no power more humane and good and real as the power of love. Love changes you. It can make you more moral , it can make you want to be the best version of yourself. It ferls not only great, but real. A simple kiss, a simple, soft touch. Sometimes, that's all that matters when it comes to rectification. Each person is his own world. And Sasha Mos? She means the world to me. I am glad to have broken my own vow to be a monk forever. The nectar of love is so intoxicating, and rectifies entire worlds of darkness and despair. And that is how the power of love made me stop being a monastic anti-villain. I am a lover, not a fighter. And my sword of love, swings for the rectification of this planet. Not for power. Not for evil, But for good. Thank you, my lovely Sasha. For you, and for my empire, I vow to overcome my health impediments, and rectify the world not out of darkness, but out of love to humanity. Out of care for the planet. Ah, what a day to be alive! With all my lightened heart, I will do whatever it takes to turn this site into one of the best online, and with Sasha by my side, improve this world passively, as I rest and enjoy a flawed world. This world will always be flawed. Perfection cannot exist. However, rectifying is always, always the right thing to do!

Part I: Quotes Part II: Subcategory Directories and Background Music Part III: The Poem Part IV: Poem Analysis by Mr. J. Igwe and Co. (2025 Note:  For the sake of my sanity , I will not save more people than I already did. 7 is enough for me). (2025 note: The Power of Love  redeemed me, and now I am walking the path of the truly good person) Part I: Dissociative amnesia is when you can’t remember important information about yourself. These memories are often distressing or upsetting events. It’s most likely to happen with severe or long-term trauma... This condition is treatable, and most people can regain their memories -- Verywell Mind May we think of freedom , not as the right to do as we please but as the opportunity to do what is right. — Peter Marshall Whoever saves a single life is considered by scripture to have saved the whole world. -- Sanhedrin 37a Part II: (Philosocom's Directory on Heroism) (Philosocom's Subcategory on Master Numi) (Subcategory On Memory, Nostalgia and the Unconscious) (Philosocom's Directory on Ego Management) (Background music) Part III: The world I choose to help, is my adversary. Complex morality! Anti-Villainy? Unable, to care about the world , which I am saving. Moving, not something I deem, My mind is rarely what... it seems. Helping them... helps me remember Granny, I gladly help as I unconsciously obscurate! They are all, my seeds, of help! Many appreciate me so! The great Master Tomasio! That was the reason... I saved her! To be forsaken, as well, I deem it not, as from hell, I deem it something so... wonderful, To be so alone, Alone... Like Numi. Nothing will... Ever bring her back. Improving the world... Is my counter-attack. Part IV: Poem Analysis by Mr. J. Igwe and Co. The Heisenberg of Philosophy is a poem that explores themes of memory , morality, and personal struggle through a fragmented, introspective lens. It begins by drawing connections between dissociative amnesia and a philosophical journey toward understanding self, morality, and purpose. The poem uses various references—biblical, philosophical, and psychological—to present an abstract but rich contemplation on the pursuit of meaning amidst emotional hardship. The poem's structure and use of epigraphs suggest a deeply philosophical foundation, with each quote evoked an ethical or existential question, establishing a mental landscape where philosophy meets emotional tension. The poem's structure suggests an organized, almost academic approach to introspection, as if the speaker is cataloging their journey to understand themselves. The language and tone of the poem mix academic diction, seen in "dissociative amnesia" and "ego management," with raw, emotional expressions, like "Alone... Like Numi." The tone shifts between detachment ("Unable, to care about the world, which I am saving") and deep sorrow ("Nothing will... / Ever bring her back"), creating a dichotomy, highlighting a struggle between intellectualization and emotional pain . The poem also explores themes of altruism and selfishness , with the speaker revealing a complex relationship with helping others , describing it as a form of "unconscious obscuration." This suggests a level of self-interest in their altruism, implying that their actions serve not just others but their own need for remembrance or redemption. The term "Anti-Villainy" suggests a role reversal, portraying altruism as something ambiguous, perhaps selfishly motivated, complicating traditional ideas of heroism. The poem also addresses themes of isolation and identity, with the line "To be so alone, / Alone... Like Numi" speaking to a profound solitude, which the speaker compares to an enigmatic figure, "Numi." This loneliness, paired with his complex morality, shapes a sense of isolation in the speaker's identity. The poem also explores the struggle with duty versus personal motivation, with the phrase "The world I choose to help, is my adversary" using paradox to capture a strained relationship with altruism. The poem leaves readers with the impression of an individual both empowered and haunted by their own thoughts and deeds.

The Directory How To Understand the Joker: The Anti-Philosopher "The Cult of Kefka" -- Nihilism as a Spectrum -- How Nihilism Can Turn Destructive Drawing the Line in Rubinshteinic Individualism (And Philosocom's Directory on the MOTHER 3 Video Game) The Tragedy of Heisenberg (A "Breaking Bad" Inspired Poem) The Philosophy of the Galactic Empire -- Why Oppression Isn't the Way to Rule Recognition of "Force" -- The Philosophy of Razor Reapkvar The Zanetti Clan Philosophy -- How To Live and Die by Power "The Caligula Effect" -- Attempting to Explain Unreasonable Subordination The Demon Philosopher - A Tale -- How Philosophy Transforms Sisyphus and Jason Voorhees: Embracing Monotony Philosophical Complementary on Silent hill 2 (By Mr. Ogbule Chibuzo Isaac) Trying to Understand a Narcissist's Rationale (Captain Quark Character Analysis) The Drug Lords Fallacy -- The Philosophy of Moritz Zimmerman's Redemption -- Why We Need to Work On Ourselves Over Getting Power The Philosopher Who Became a School Shooter -- The Paradox of "Voluntary Natural Selection" The Philosopher Who Attempted to Overthrow The Japanese Army -- How Philosophy Can Be Practical Into the Mind of the Dark Ascetic Master, Heihachi Mishima of Tekken (And Directory) https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-philosophy-of-the-bigshot-and-why-wise-guys-are-dangerous https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-humane-origins-of-corruption-graham-cray-character-analysis (Background music) Galactus: The Cosmic Devourer A certain video game I played has introduced me to one of the most powerful characters in the history of fiction, a cosmic god called Galactus . In short, he is a seemingly omnipotent entity who is neither good nor bad necessarily, but the fact that he needs to devour worlds in order to sustain himself puts him on the villainous side. There was a certain anecdote I found, where some other character told him it's wrong because what he's doing is mass murder, Galactus replied: "Is it genocide to tread upon an anthill?" A Cosmic Carnivore Galactus is only "evil" due to his necessity to consume worlds and, thus, kill countless beings who are but bits of nutrition to him. If his hunger wasn't powerful enough to demand the lives of countless civilizations , then he could've been perhaps less evil, if evil at all. In the past, I have regarded evil as a concept that is done out of maliciousness, with maliciousness being inflicting suffering or damage on others on purpose. However, when you need to destroy entire worlds and the species in them just to survive, the original definition of evil that I've given it becomes problematic. He's nothing more than a force of nature, but in fiction he's done far greater harm than the most evil of real-life humans. That's without the necessary malicious intentions said humans need to have, to be evil. It is not the case where you're evil while you think you're doing the right thing, like Hitler and the Nazis thought; Galactus is an example of a character that is evil simply due to a drive that exists in all of us -- the drive of hunger. How strange it is, indeed, to be evil incarnate and a cosmic horror just because you're hungry. In a sense, Galactus is very human, or simply very biologic. He does what all organisms would do if they had an hunger as big as his. He has an inherent drive to survive, a drive strong enough to keep him away from putting himself in harm's way, and thus, he obeys the biological imperative to keep being alive. The only reason, therefore, for his "evil", is because he is in a cosmic rank of the universe's food chain. It exists in any carnivore animal, as well as it exists in us humans, or at least in those who choose to not be vegetarian. I was vegetarian for years , but eventually gave up on it because the replacements to meat didn't make me satisfied. Thus, with a portion of regret, I returned to eating meat to this day. If I was a less hungry person, I would've considered more seriously returning to being a vegetarian. If I had an even smaller hunger, I might even consider becoming a vegan, who knows! Hunger, Morality, and the Cosmic Scale The reason why I brought up this character is because he reminds me of myself a bit. Countless chickens were slaughtered for my satiation, and even if I didn't eat or order them, someone else would've. The same goes for fish and any other biological corpse I've eaten throughout my life, and made me become the mountain of a man I am today. Many of us humans are "evil" due to the same reasoning Galactus is -- because we are far superior on the food chain, compared to other beings in this world. Furthermore, others are hungrier than others, and therefore would depend on meat more than others. Hunger and appetite is pretty much an individual case that also exists beyond orthodox points of view.  You might find yourself needing to drink Coca cola because you might lack sugar, for example. That is despite the health risks of this drink. You might find yourself needing to drink some sugar-filled drink because of lack of glucose! Yet, back to my example, I can understand the logic behind vegetarianism because I used to be one myself. No matter how one would put it, the demand for meat is the demand of murder. Of cows, chickens, fish and so on. I am quite envious of those who are able to exist outside this demand, but I'm afraid I cannot even if I wanted to; a meatless life for me is a life with hunger, and I am a very hungry person, as taller people need to consume more calories. Hunger, therefore, when it comes to organisms, is a necessary evil, just as it is in the wilderness. The reasons why animals hunt for their prey isn't to have fun but to ensure the possibility of living another day, hence why when you're a carnivore, someone has to be sacrificed for your survival, and that, you see, is the basic horror of consuming meat -- that for some, not necessarily humans, murder must be committed. Are all carnivores evil creatures? Be reasonable, please. If Galactus is simply at a planetary-scale size, and is a carnivore... does that make him evil for seeking to survive by eating planets? The alternative is of course one's own death . The best thing a cosmic world eater can do in the name of good is to kill themselves, since doing so would mean that countless other lives would be spared. However, survival-wise, that would be a dumb idea even if the logic behind it is correct. It is similar to the classic train dilemma in moral philosophy -- would you choose to kill a single person or a group of people? Only, in this case, the former would be you instead, sacrificed for the greater good, against your own biological imperative to survive. This is... quite a dark topic to discuss, I understand, but philosophizing sometimes leads to this, hence why I find it extremely difficult to be kid friendly even though I don't write about adult-related stuff. Perhaps due to the fact that death can at times be a dominant topic in philosophy, it is not an ideal thing for children to study. Socrates, the father of western philosophy, basically sacrificed his life by drinking poisonous wine in the name of his values. Nietzsche spent the last decade of his life in a psychiatric ward after he had a severe mental breakdown; Diogenes was a disgusting homeless guy who urinated in public. You can't just expect philosophy to be kid-friendly when something fatal, ugly, or dark is discussed, because that's very hard. You see, kids need to be sheltered from the darker shades of reality ( like from violence ) in order to grow mentally healthy. And philosophy, I'm afraid, is not for those who wish or need to be sheltered from existence. This is why I'm against trigger warnings , and why there might be times where I would offend someone even if I didn't intend to at all. the person themselves would be offended indirectly. It's because social conventions are also a tool to shelter us from uncomfortable truths. Such cowardice. From Galactus to Ourselves Thus, when characters such as Galactus are analyzed, it would be difficult to do so in front of children, simply because this character can reveal to us the horror of being eaten, or having your existence sacrificed for someone else who needs you dead and consumed. And that is why, perhaps, children might want to regard other beings, such as animals, as, you know, beings. As creatures that think and have feelings, too. If we truly care for other beings, we would not go in the carnivore-ish path of Galactus, the World Eater, and we won't eat much of the world ourselves, as we currently do. No. We would have a greater empathic capacity, necessary to understand the suffering of others, and not disregard it. For morality lies in the reduction of another's suffering. But how can we do that when many of us lack the emotional intelligence, required for empathy? And as long as we will have an increasing lack of empathy, we will resume arguing with each other, heatedly and unnecessarily, on the smallest of subjects in a pseudo-masochistic manner, until we're sore. So much suffering in reality can be taken care of with empathy and compassion as well... Galactus doesn't have a choice. Why do we not as well?

Whatever Life Throws -- Theme of Perseverance (Background music) Whatever life throws, I endure. My strength is my cure. I am strong not poor I will endure everything That life throws at me, Whatever, I'll see it through, That I will pass through it soon, In morning, evening or afternoon. Whatever life throws I endure , Hardship goes without whine, Hardship I eat and dine, Whatever life throws it is mine, To conquer and overcome, To conquer and overcome, To conquer and overcome. To conquer and overcome. Can't give up just yet, can't give up just yet, Overcoming adversity , my mind is set, To pass every storm like steel-plated jet, To survive and overcome, until the day is done. I will overcome whatever until I'll be happy, I will endure anything, until I will be serene. I will overcome whatever until peace is found, I will endure anything, on this earth which I am bound. I cannot answer, to defeatism, I cannot answer, to escapism, I will endure whatever until peace is found, I will endure whatever on this earth which I am bound. Whatever life throws, I endure. My strength is my cure. I am strong not poor I will endure everything That life throws at me, Whatever, I'll see it through, That I will pass through it soon, In morning, evening or afternoon. Whatever life throws I endure, Hardship goes without whine, Hardship I eat and dine, Whatever life throws it is mine, To conquer and overcome, To conquer and overcome, To conquer and overcome. To conquer and overcome. Can't give up just yet, can't give up just yet, Overcoming adversity, my mind is set, To pass every storm like steel-plated jet, To survive and overcome, until the day is done. I will overcome whatever until I'll be happy, I will endure anything, until I will be serene. I will overcome whatever until peace is found, I will endure anything, on this earth which I am bound. I cannot answer, to defeatism, I cannot answer, to escapism, I will endure whatever until peace is found, I will endure whatever on this earth which I am bound. Whatever life throws, I endure. My strength is my cure. I am strong not poor I will endure everything That life throws at me, Whatever, I'll see it through, That I will pass through it soon.

Alex Mos's Synopsis Celebrities, primarily created in the entertainment sector, are contemporary elites who enjoy privileges and socio-economic status similar to those once reserved for "nobility." Their worth is mainly measured by the quantity of their active followers and fame, not by their contribution to humanity. The problem arises when celebrities are given privileges above others. Because of their popularity, superstars may enjoy privileges lesser-known folk don't have. Celebrity status shouldn't exempt anybody from civil duties; a person’s worth should be measured by merit and productivity, not fame. (Background music) Why Celebrities Shouldn't Be Privileged "Sadly, the perceived worth of good ideas is completely dependant upon the popularity of the one that shares them" -- John Duran Even with the major irrelevance of nobility, who used to manage the world by monarchies and oligarchies , it seems that today an alternative replacement has been created by humanity and by social media's popularity. It's a "nobility" so idolized that it can literally create "cults" of followers , in both a literal and usual sense of the word (AKA, people that support common franchises ). Most will probably not be remembered historically, due to the swift changes of contemporary relevance. Others might find themselves victims of their own misdeeds, their legacies forever stained by their moral sins, and be deemed infamous beyond redemption. Regardless, it is safe to assume that this contemporary social elite class is probably one of the most privileged socio-economic statuses on the planet today, only second to global leaders and national leaders and their families. Our recent ancestors used to call them " idols ", " rock stars ", "legends", and so on, mostly for their talent in either acting, music, or any other type of mainstream entertainment fields. However, a more-general term for this new type of pseudo-nobility and pseudo-royalty is "celebrities". (Note: It is possible to even become a celebrity in intellectual fields such as philosophy. Jordan Peterson is considered very much to be a philosophy icon/idol, etc.) We have come to the days where the worth of a "celebrity" is not measured by their merit or by their cultural contribution to humanity, but mostly by their amount and engagement of followers, by their fame, and by their ability of grabbing our attention to the point of greater relevance. With the increasing dominance of social media in our lives , anyone has the potential to become a celebrity at one point or another, long term or temporarily. Anyone with a computer and/or a phone who is appealing enough to attract a large audience of virtual followers can, in a short period of time, become so "important" that their content has the potential to affect the lives of countless people worldwide, regardless of the target audience. And of course, that effect can be monetized. The "importance" of their influence is all well and good , but in my opinion, the problem arises when that importance gives them privileges no other person would have. This problem only reinforces the sense of pseudo-nobility in their individual lives and in society as a whole. I also call it a pseudo-nobility because nobility is usually hereditary.  Contemporary celebrities/pseudo-nobilities are, however, made rather than born. AKA, gain by the merit of appeal. They do so through content creation. And in contemporary times, it matters less, unfortunately, the quality or substance of a content piece. What matters, in this competitive world, is attention-grabbing . But, I digress. Now, giving someone a privileged status simply because they are extremely popular and well-known, in a democratic country that is supposed to treat everyone equally under the law , can theoretically be considered as support of the country to the foundation and empowerment of the contemporary pseudo-nobility. It is ironic because truly democratic societies would not give social privileges to specific demographics. Such privileges belonged to the true nobility of old, and were one of the ways that made them distinguished from the "common folk" By letting celebrities be above the law where they should not, the law can lead to the rise of a new type of nobility/royalty. This future type is no longer "pseudo", but is official and written in black and white. It creates a normalized sense of superiority and might where such a sense should not exist in a society that should treat everyone as no worse and no better than any other citizen and/or resident. Much less so by social status, luxurious or otherwise. What should we think of this? Should we think that having more followers on social media, a TV show, a public performance, and so on, deserve to give us privileges that the rest of the citizenry don't have? Should we use renown as a means to an end, such as being exempt from certain activities and features in society, purely because of our popularity? Should we try to become famous not for the sake of being famous, but as a way to skip over obligations that are considered by any other citizen? I argue that the worth of a person should not be measured by whether or not they are a celebrity, nor by whether or not they have an immense number of followers or otherwise. In a world devoid of nobility-class elements, the worth of a person would be best measured by merit and productivity; merit and productivity that exist regardless of their popularity. As such, there are jobs that are far more productive than other jobs that are luxurious in comparison (like working in a gaming facility) . Should humanity ever come to a point where a new nobility is born out of social media, let us not forget the logical fallacy known as the ad populum fallacy – the fact that more people support something or someone does not make them more right than someone else. Democracy indicates who is fit to lead in the eyes of the people. It does not mean that the majority are the most reliable source on what is true and what's not. In conclusion , in a democratic entity, even if you are a well-known person with a celebrity status, you should in no way be above the demands of the law just because of your national or global renown. You are still a citizen, or at least a resident, in a country that should grant privileges that are granted by fame. After all, no one needs to be above the law in a proper democracy.

(2023 Note: Now that I compared myself to other autists, I've realized I have Asperger's Syndrome, which can be considered part of ASD, or the Autism Spectrum Disorders. I, however, am no longer sure if I am indeed an autist, even though I was diagnosed. Please, take this article with a grain of salt, as I expect you to do, with any of my articles). (Philosocom's Subcategory Directory on Potential and Hope) Funny, when I gave up all hope of success and happiness, I finally learned how to actually LIVE. That which often destroys others -- hopelessness, actually saved me -- Mr. John Duran How to Find Hope In Despair -- A Poem I expect everyone to respect me and vice versa, But I in no way expect to be loved by the world , Even if I try to do the latter myself. I expect everyone to tolerate me and vice versa, But I in no way expect to be loved by the world, Even if I try to do the latter myself. I expect to try and be in good relations with everyone, But I don't expect others to not be hostile with me, Even if I don't want to be treated with hostility. Based on my experiences as an autist, I know that I am extremely, socially dumb ; Permanent lack of intelligence in said field. Hence why, even when I'm to be respected and tolerated, I do not see any reason to expect, Love and sympathy, When I am a social thorn in, Quote-on-quote, "Everyone's" side. This insight is my own. Looking back, I am not surprised to have, Far more readers, Than actual friends . Whether it is my fault or not, My autism is a great flaw, And from this flaw there is no escape, So I don't even try. The call to be "less" autistic, And the claim that I'm "too" autistic, Have no practical solution thus far in this current humanity. Practically, the ambition to escape my own brain, The one that cannot be cured, Has no reason to be successfully implemented, For I am condemned by neurology to be trapped in my own, Social idiocy. I don't mind, Dying alone and socially outcasted, As long as I contribute with the Compromise of Philosocom . Even when my corpse will be six feet under, I don't see the reason to be too concerned with others', Unintended, Triggered reactions, When my disability cannot be cured, When my problem lacks definitive solutions. Even hoping for a solution, Won't necessarily ensure, The existence of such solution, In my lifetime. I'm not even a scientist. Sad, indeed, But I can't do anything, So I no longer even try. Not try to improve, Not try to give in to impractical emotion. Being accused due to my own disability, Has no reason to be entertained, When said complaints cannot be solved nor redeemed. I can give in to it as much as I would like, To loneliness , to sadness and alienation. It will bare no fruit; No fruit that I want, No fruit that you theoretically would want. I don't see reason to be bored in solitude, When I am to be a general outcast. I don't see the reason to regard people as mere friends, When they can easily detest me, For the dysfunction I am. With this computer at hand, My place in humanity will have less reason To be denied. If an orthodox life is to be denied, I can seek the unorthodox instead; THAT I can try. So I do not see any reason, To not dedicate my whole existence, For this very purpose! Global Relevance, dead or alive, Is m-m-m-mine. Does it matter, if I'm "fine"? I can't be f-f-f-ine. Write, until I die? ... Until I d-d-d-ie. ************************* Inspired Melody: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUwJjAwud5g

(Background music) (Philosocom's Directory on Culture) Article Summary By An Old Hermit (Creative Exercise) Back in my day, folks talked about ruling the world all the time with all these villains in the comic books. Anyways Classic conquerors like Alexander the Great or Genghis Khan, they thought they were bringing order with their big armies. But listen here, the world's a rich weave of different cultures and ways of life. You try to force one rule on it all, you rip those threads apart. Think about it. Each place has its own customs, its own spirit. You take that away, you take away the heart of what makes them who they are. Besides, too much power in one hand is a recipe for trouble. It corrupts, just like old apples rot. Remember the old emperors who silenced anyone who disagreed? Not exactly a recipe for a happy world. The real answer lies in cooperation, in working together. We may be different, but we all share this big blue marble of a planet. Let folks have their own voices, their own ways, and come together when needed. That's the path to a world that thrives, not one that's just another tyrant's plaything. Introduction The pursuit of world domination has long captivated human ambition, from ancient empires to modern superpowers. Often fueled by the belief in a single, idealized form of governance or ideology, the idea of unifying the world under one central power is both alluring and controversial. History reveals countless attempts by leaders to expand their influence globally, each one motivated by the vision of a world where a single authority would ostensibly bring peace, order, and progress. But despite these promises, the reality of world domination raises significant questions: What might be lost in the pursuit of a unified world? Can any singular system adequately represent and serve humanity's incredible diversity, or... Would it inevitably stifle the unique voices and identities that compose our global tapestry? For every argument in favor of a singular governing force, there exists an equally strong argument against it—rooted in the values of freedom , diversity, and the ethical right of communities to shape their own futures. This article aims to unpack the multiple dimensions—the philosophical, psychological, and practical—surrounding the concept of world domination, arguing that its pursuit often leads not to harmony but to oppression and loss of essential human virtues. By examining historical motivations, ideological clashes, and potential risks , we explore why a centralized world authority is less an answer to humanity’s challenges and more a threat to its fundamental values... Part I: Philosophical Examination of World Domination Historical Motivations and Ethical Implications Throughout history, world domination has taken various forms, from physical conquest by empires to ideological expansion by religious and political movements. Leaders like Alexander the Great and Genghis Khan, who sought to unite vast territories under one rule, claimed to bring civilization and progress. In more recent history, the spread of particular ideologies—such as capitalism , communism , and democracy—demonstrates how the drive for dominance can persist even in more abstract forms. The ethical implications of world domination are profound. From a moral standpoint, the pursuit of a single global authority conflicts with principles like autonomy, self-determination, and individual freedoms. Philosophers such as Immanuel Kant emphasized the value of human beings as ends in themselves, not as means to the aims of a ruler or ideology. World domination, by contrast, tends to commodify societies and individuals, treating them as pieces of a larger system rather than as entities with intrinsic worth and agency. Ideological Clashes and Resistance Another critical philosophical argument against world domination is rooted in the diversity of ideologies and belief systems. Each culture holds unique values, perspectives, and practices that contribute to humanity’s collective wisdom . Attempts to impose a single ideology ignore this plurality, erasing the richness that arises from differences. The unification of the world under one authority is fundamentally at odds with this diversity, as it requires either suppressing or subsuming various viewpoints into a monolithic framework. Furthermore, philosophers like Karl Popper advocated for an “open society,” where individuals are free to question authority and propose alternative ideas . An open society, by definition, cannot coexist with a system of world domination, which relies on uniformity and central control. If one entity dictates all social, political, and economic decisions, dissenting voices are either ignored or actively silenced, stifling the innovation and debate that drive human progress. Part II: Psychological Analysis The Psychological Appeal and Fallacies of World Domination The psychological allure of world domination often lies in the promise of control over chaos and unpredictability. Humans are naturally drawn to stability, and the idea of a world where one authority can maintain order appeals to those who view diversity and change as sources of fear or confusion. This desire for predictability, however, can lead to cognitive distortions like the “illusion of control,” where leaders believe they can govern complex, multifaceted societies as though they were uniform. Moreover, the “savior complex” or “I know best” fallacy is a recurring psychological pitfall for those who seek world domination. Leaders who believe they alone have the wisdom to direct humanity’s future often overlook the value of collaborative and democratic decision-making. This perspective dehumanizes others by reducing them to passive recipients of authority rather than active participants in shaping their societies. Psychologists argue that such authoritarian mindsets fail to recognize the strength and resilience of diverse communities, who thrive best when allowed to self-govern and determine their destinies. Human Agency and Autonomy World domination also represents a significant infringement on human agency, the power of individuals and communities to make choices that shape their lives. We should emphasize the importance of autonomy in promoting well-being and mental health. People feel a stronger sense of fulfillment and purpose when they believe their actions matter and contribute to a shared future. A centralized global authority, however, risks undermining this by reducing people to subjects who must follow rules and directives from an unapproachable source of power. This erosion of agency can lead to what psychologists call “ learned helplessness ,” where individuals feel powerless to effect change and become passive in the face of adversity. Over time, this mindset erodes a community's motivation to improve its conditions, as people see their contributions as meaningless under an all-encompassing authority. Such psychological impacts further undermine the social fabric, leading to resentment, apathy, and, eventually, resistance against the imposed authority. Part III: Practical and Ethical Counterarguments Impact on Cultural Diversity A single governing authority inevitably risks suppressing cultural diversity. In the pursuit of efficiency and unity, a dominant power might prioritize uniform policies that marginalize unique languages, customs, and traditions. Cultural diversity, however, is more than a mere collection of differences; it represents humanity’s collective experience, wisdom, and creativity. When a central authority promotes a singular cultural narrative, it silences countless voices and deprives the world of alternative ways of thinking and problem-solving. Real-world examples of such marginalization can be seen in colonial histories, where indigenous languages and traditions were suppressed in favor of the colonizer’s culture. Similarly, modern globalizing forces can sometimes lead to cultural homogenization, where regional identities fade in favor of a single, dominant culture. Preserving cultural diversity is not merely an ethical imperative but a practical one as well, as it fosters creativity, adaptability, and resilience. Economic and Environmental Consequences On a practical level, a single world authority would likely struggle to address the diverse economic needs of different regions. Policies that benefit one area might devastate another due to varying resources, climates, and socio-economic conditions. For example, a policy aimed at maximizing industrial productivity might harm agrarian regions, and vice versa. Furthermore, without the adaptive flexibility of localized governance, a central authority may inadvertently worsen economic inequality , creating imbalances that fuel resentment and unrest. Environmental consequences are equally concerning. A central power with unchecked authority might prioritize short-term economic growth over environmental sustainability, exploiting natural resources without regard to regional ecosystems. Decentralized governance allows for tailored environmental policies that consider the specific needs of different areas, promoting more sustainable resource management. By contrast, a one-size-fits-all approach risks exacerbating environmental degradation on a global scale, creating ecological crises that undermine humanity’s long-term survival. Potential for Abuse and Corruption The risk of corruption under a centralized authority cannot be overstated. Absolute power, as Lord Acton famously stated, tends to corrupt absolutely. Historical examples abound of centralized powers abusing their position, from silencing opposition to exploiting resources for personal gain. In such a structure, accountability diminishes, and the ruling authority can act with impunity, knowing that there is little risk of repercussion. For instance, authoritarian regimes are often marked by censorship, propaganda, and a lack of transparency , as seen in various historical and contemporary examples. Without the checks and balances provided by independent institutions and regional authorities, a world-dominating power is likely to prioritize its preservation over the well-being of its people. This susceptibility to corruption ultimately undermines the very stability that world domination seeks to establish. Part IV: Alternative Models of Unity and Governance Balanced Alternatives to World Domination Rather than pursuing world domination, humanity could achieve global cooperation through federative or cooperative models. Federations, alliances, and international partnerships enable collaboration on global issues—such as climate change, human rights , and security—while respecting regional autonomy. The European Union, with its combination of shared policies and national sovereignty, demonstrates that unity does not require uniformity. These structures allow for collaboration without eroding local identities, creating a balanced model of global governance. The Role of Technology in Empowering Autonomy In today’s digital era, technology enables decentralized and democratic governance more than ever before. Through the internet and digital communication, people can connect and collaborate across borders, addressing global challenges without a need for a single authority. Initiatives like the United Nations or international climate agreements illustrate that cooperation is possible without domination. Technology empowers people to exchange ideas, share resources, and work collectively while preserving their unique perspectives and cultures. Conclusion In conclusion, while world domination may offer an illusion of order and simplicity, it fails to address the complexity and diversity of humanity. By infringing on autonomy, stifling cultural richness, and risking corruption, world domination poses ethical and practical dangers that outweigh any theoretical benefits. Instead, decentralized and cooperative approaches allow humanity to address global issues while honoring the values of freedom, diversity, and shared responsibility. The future of a harmonious global society lies not in dominance but in collaboration and respect for diversity. Through voluntary partnerships and mutual respect, humanity can forge a path toward unity that celebrates rather than suppresses the uniqueness of each culture and community. In embracing this approach, we pave the way for a truly inclusive and resilient world order. Sources https://www.quora.com/Was-Adolf-Hitler-in-over-his-head-trying-to-rule-the-world/answer/John-Cate-2 https://qr.ae/pyTVzf Criticism by Alex Mos: In the current political, and economic setting and human mental development, I agree that conquerors of the world would encounter huge governing problems and might fail as leaders of such a diverse nation. Yet, I believe that Civilisation Type 1 will rise one day if we survive as a species to that day. The United Earth would be technologically advanced to such an extent that many problems named in the article would be solved or no longer exist. Weather control would enable Earthlings to harvest everywhere in the most efficient way and AI robots would be a new labor force while human life would concentrate more on self-improvement than on economic concurrence. Nationalism would turn to Earth as a home rather than to regions as planet resources would be distributed equally to all - with advances in technology. Such a Utopian dream might become reality one day. However, I’m afraid that this only would be possible after a disaster of epic proportions like a nuclear war or a cataclysm reducing population drastically and -- in the most idealistic outcome -- becoming the ground for a new human civilization type 1.

The Rubinshteinic Paradigm To Foster Your Best Audience Article Summary by Mr. Roland Leblanc In this article : The Rubinshteinic Paradigm To Foster Your Best Audience, Mr. Rubinshtein is delivering to us his tips and tricks about how to implement and attract a valuable audience for the purpose of enabling a site as his to be growing with a steady pace and become a valuable attractive site worth reaching! One must be prepared to be patient and take his or her time in order to build a valuable site; understanding always, always has to come from the other side… Consequently, be prepared to adjust your content in order to reach the other person with whom you wish to share some valuable content! You help others, you help yourself. That's the theory of unity. Mastering an art as this one of producing a site of values means dedicating some time and spending a lot of time re-adjusting accordingly… (Background music) (Philosocom Directory on Communication) Part I: The Heart of The Issue The most effective communication stems from genuine desire. By genuine desire, I mean, in a way that comes not from you, but from the other side. In the art of communication, understanding always, always has to come from the other side. For the other side to understand you, you need to encourage them to do it in the first place. For that, you actually need to develop something called a "Theory of mind" towards the other person. Based on whatever data you have on your audience... Try to understand how you would approach them in a way that will make them want to listen to you/consume your content. For the highly advanced, you can develop unconventional methods to attract your audience. I'm a mastermind . Masterminds are mysterious as much as philosophers are. I develop several techniques and plan on the long term using abstract concepts. You plan a way to attract and focus on the long term. That's because dedication takes sacrifice, and the sacrifice most often is literally the ability to be patient. Like a hunter in the woods, you can literally make the other side come to you. The more you make the other side be attracted, the more you can avoid battles. The more you avoid petty battles with others, the more you can rest. Never overexert yourself too much or it will ruin your health. You ought to be calculated because "slow and steady wins the race". Hastiness only destroys. Conflicts necessarily destroy. Harmony and peace are key to develop long term plans effectively. That includes attracting your audience. The Perceived Disregard An audience that listens, reads, or watches out of obligation will be disengaged and ineffective. A smaller, enthusiastic audience is far more valuable than a large, indifferent one. People can easily feel you're being arrogant over them because you may talk to them without understanding them. They feel that towards you, they forsake you. Developing a theory of mind is imperative in order to build the content matrix you want to see in this world. You have to consider them, occasionally more than yourself. You work on yourself, then your personal issues become less and less of a problem. This Principle Of Quality Over Quantity is Evident in the Classroom: Students often learn passively due to compulsory attendance, regardless of the material's value. Students can easily be disloyal and rebellious because they feel they are not seen for who they are. Successful communication requires effective "marketing" to cultivate genuine interest. Part II: Materialization 101 To be an effective communicator, you must present your message with emotionless passion and compelling reasoning. This makes the material not just valuable, but also attractive and desirable. The value of content does not automatically translate to audience engagement. As written, it takes time. A lot... a lot of time. Even in distraction-free environments, internal distractions like thoughts and emotions can diminish attention. This explains why we often forget much of what we learn in school, as much of our memory is personal, therefore nostalgic mainly to us. As one can deduce, personal problems literally interfere with what is considered conventional success. Conventional success means whatever the context your local folk would see you as successful. Conventional success is not necessarily your success. You literally need to think with yourself, what is the success you want to get in this world. Success may comply you to work extremely hard per your ambitions. Please prepare yourself accordingly. Often times, the sacrifice you're making is your own happiness. You fail your way to success. Failure is difficult but inevitable. Part III: The Essence of Loyalty The focus should be on building a loyal audience, not just a large one. Yes, even loyalty takes time. Loyalty is gained by demonstrating your content's worth to the world. Writing philosophy articles is literally an art form. You have an artist's mentality, you can then develop your content to unexpected heights. You have a soldier's mentality, you then can complete tasks more effectively. Why is a loyal audience crucial? Impact:  Loyal followers are more likely to be deeply impacted by your message, engage with you, and contribute to your vision of success. Influence:  They actively spread your message, amplifying your reach and impact. Authenticity:  A genuine connection with your audience fosters authenticity and allows you to make a lasting impact. Mutuality: The more you understand each other the better. Note: Self Discovery is what you need to foster the audience that can resonate with you. I am an esoteric article craftsman. I thus find myself often attracting fellow esoteric intellects. The Dangers of Cults: Cults (The more contemporary meaning of the term) exemplify the negative consequences of an audience manipulated and exploited against its will. They are authoritarian, involuntarily-isolating, and often driven by self-serving leaders. This is solved by sorting out your personal problems and stop self-denying them. You have to keep asking yourself if you are indeed a social person AKA extrovert or an introvert. In philosophy, being social is a risk. Writing is a very solitary activity either way. Be honest with yourself what you really want to do when building something (like an empire of whatever else that shall attract an audience). True Freedom: True audience engagement is built on the freedom of choice. Individuals should be free to follow or unfollow without pressure. Develop this habit of letting go. Develop this habit of looking both ways to understand better why your audience may use their freedom the way they do. Building a Lasting Legacy: My goal is to build a loyal readership that genuinely enjoys and values my work in a way that will help them. The Philosocom Article Empire is about contributing meaningfully to the world using the power of philosophy and humanity. I aim to create a valuable resource platform for readers, much like a bustling metropolis of interconnected articles. This will demonstrate the value of my genius to this world: Rectifying this world using my glorious empire. I prefer to rectify this world than to dominate it. You give up on your ego, you grow up from ego-based ambitions. To build something and make it endure, you must be disciplined and see reality more pragmatically. In this world, building something to last long is not easy at all. All what I already described to you is not easy, especially when it concerns something as big as an article empire. A Food For Thought: “When great empires fall, historians theorise, they fall so slowly that their demise isn’t even noticeable to those who live through it. It has to be reconstructed generations later, when the dust has settled and the patterns hidden behind seemingly random events can finally be made out.” -- M.R. Carey Conclusion: When it comes to the virtual world , whatever your definition of success might be, it lies in building a loyal and engaged audience through genuine connection and meaningful content. This approach, built on respect and freedom, is far more effective and impactful than any attempt to force engagement. The more you grow to respect this approach, the more you might find yourself developing virtue and becoming a better person yourself. You help others, you help yourself. That's the theory of unity.

The Golden Solitude of the Philosopher's Journey For more on this topic, I recommend reading the article about Solomon Maimon on this site. This is part of a mini-series on Philosocom on becoming a philosopher. Here are the rest of the material: https://www.philosocom.com/post/on-the-path-of-philosophership-the-importance-of-inclusion https://www.philosocom.com/post/on-the-path-to-philosophership-buddies-and-temptations https://www.philosocom.com/post/on-the-path-to-philosophership-lambasting-criticizing-harshly https://www.philosocom.com/t/on-the-path-of-philosophership-recognition https://www.philosocom.com/post/philosophership-as-duty-definition-and-poem https://www.philosocom.com/post/on-the-path-to-philosphership-being-proven-wrong (Background Music) Alex Mos's Synopsis: Philosophers are regarded with respect but not loved because they are messengers of the unmasked truth. Philosophical honesty can be upsetting for people who don't want to accept the uncomfortable realities of life. A philosopher must be prepared to face criticism, stand alone, and embrace the potential of rejection. Society is pretentious, sacrificing authenticity and genuine connections for social harmony. Philosophers refuse to play along, exposing the fakeness of numerous societal standards and sensibilities. The path of philosophy is lonely. Your reward is to become a voice of the unspoken truth, challenge the hypocrisy, and achieve greater relevance. "The journey to truth is one we take alone." -- Mark Bloom Why Philosophers Walk a Solitary Path Philosophers may be regarded with respect, whether within or outside the academia , but they are not loved as much. Hence why love and respect are not the same and thus there is distance in honor. While the discipline itself commands respect , the path it paves can be a desolate one, paved with disillusionment, existential dread, and loneliness . Philosophy, for all its noble pursuit of truth, can be a profoundly discouraging affair . It invites you to question everything, from the very fabric of reality to the depths of your own ego . This unsettling introspection can make you appear unhinged to the uninitiated ( Like with Nietzsche's example ), drawing concerned glances and raised eyebrows. I've witnessed first hand friendships wither and fade under the harsh light of brutal philosophical honesty , leaving me to navigate the world with a dwindling circle of those who can stomach the truth. The human heart, it seems, craves comfort, not discomfort. By default, it is too weak to handle it unless it is trained to accept uncomfortable, yet realistic notions like grief ( which is inevitable ). We prefer soothing remarks over unsettling realities, choosing blissful ignorance over the cringe-inducing truths philosophy is meant to discover. But the philosopher, bound by a personal oath to truth, might not be so inclined to deceive like a manipulative tyrant . They must speak the words, however disturbing, that illuminate the hidden corners of existence, even if it means isolation and other such social risks. This is the paradox of the philosopher's life: A solitary pursuit in service of a collective understanding . An understanding of a collective that might as well condemn them for their attempted service even if it's successful by the traits they express in their work. We walk the lonely path, not necessarily because we are drawn to solitude ( and thus asocial ), but because we are driven by a relentless pursuit of truth. A truth, that can be both liberating and alienating, too. It is a path few choose as it makes sense that some won't like it . However, for those who do, it is a path paved with the quiet satisfaction of illuminating the world, one uncomfortable truth at a time. Why Philosophers Must Embrace Their Shadow Selves Have you ever been told to "just shut up?" Not politely, mind you, but with a venom that leaves mental scars. Yet, the essence remains the same. It's a curious phenomenon, this human aversion to the unsettling truth. Respect may follow a philosopher's work, but it often lingers at a distance. For once (and perhaps forever, should you endure ) you embrace the mantle of truth, the inevitability of upsetting people becomes constant . Your words, like a surgeon's scalpel, will cut through comfortable delusions, leaving raw and angry wounds. Some people are not interested in the truth, as grim and enlightening as it is. But remember, a philosopher's job isn't to be a people pleaser , it's to illuminate. We are the guides, leading the willing out of the comforts of darkness and into the overwhelming light. And not everyone is wants to be guided, and not everyone is even interested in the ways towards the truth to begin with. They may prefer the Platonic cave, more. They might not be interested in the world beyond the minds, but, rather, in the phenomenon their mind creates, AKA, the reality that seems to them. Yet, the sun's glare blind people with rage, given the fault that is their attachment to their beliefs . Be prepared for the sting of accusations, the dismissive "senile ramblings" and "hogwash" thrown with cruelty by those who cling to their cherished ideals. In reality, they have not the guts to be proven wrong . These are the hazards of the path, the toll paid for challenging the status quo. And here lies the true test of a philosopher: The willingness to face potential the potential opposition as an antagonist , to stand alone in the face of a storm triggered by your own words. The support of friends, fans and followers is not a given. It is a privilege. Imagine Socrates, isolated in some a hermitage, safe from Athenian contempt. He might have lived a peaceful life, but would his name echo through the ages, in such a scenario before the digital revolution? No, it was his sacrifice , his refusal to mute the truth, that earned him "immortality ". Without resorting to peace, his ideas still resonate, a testament to the power of unyielding honesty. Peace is therefore a liability in part. So, to the developing philosopher, I say this: embrace the loneliness, the scorn, the potential for rejection -- embrace them all as inevitable possibilities . For within these shadows lies the true test of your conviction, along other tests in general . Only those willing to speak when others remain nervous, to illuminate even when it burns, can truly claim the mantle of "philosopher." For in the end, it is not the comfort of the crowd, but the courage to stand alone in the light, that defines the true seeker of truth. Why Philosophers Crash the Party Society, it seems, is a master of theatres. A grand performance where smiles mask indifference, laughter hides anxieties, and caresses are exchanged without warmth, unless people have the courage to be themselves. This elaborate dance of pretending, while preserving social harmony , demands a hefty price: the sacrifice of genuine, deeper connections. In a way, society breeds its own outcasts and rebels by refusing to understand them genuinely. Here's where the philosopher, a stubborn champion of truth, throws a wrench in the fake-ness-generating machinery. Armed with unwavering honesty, they refuse to play along unless it is THEIR morals that tell them otherwise. They see the cracks in the painted smiles, hear the hollowness in the forced laughter, and their words, like harsh spotlights, pierce through the carefully crafted act. By this reasoning, many philosophers are Overmen, at least by a certain standard. This, of course, comes at a cost. The philosopher, a perpetual truth-teller, is rarely invited to the party. Their words, though respected from afar, are too jarring, too uncomfortable for the delicate sensibilities of those who find solace in the comfort of illusions. They become the party pooper, the unwelcome guest who exposes the emptiness behind the glitter that pretends to be golden as well. The Philosopher's Lonely Quest for Authenticity But to mistake them for condescending barbarians is to miss the mark . Their solitude is a consequence, not a choice. They are ostracized not for malice, but for their unwavering commitment to authenticity, a commitment that demands preparation for agony. Like in love , like in physical training . So, to those who yearn for the philosopher's mantle, be warned: The path is lonely. You will lose some love in exchange for respect, find followers instead of friends, and trade allies for enemies. Your words will be the bump on every joyride, the unwanted truth in every whispered secret. Yet, in this solitude lies a profound reward: You become the voice of the unspoken, the mirror reflecting the uncomfortable reality that others dare not face. And of course, you will also have a chance at getting a greater relevancy , long-term-wise, as philosophy itself still remains relevant to a degree, even after millennia. You are the gadfly, the thorn in the side of complacency, and in that, lies the true power of philosophy: To challenge, to expose, and ultimately, to pave the way for a world where authenticity reigns over pretense . Truth, however harsh, becomes the currency of genuine connection. And we cannot truly love one another, without it. For we must not deny the truth. Feedback by Mr. Nathan Lasher It really is all about learning to frame your knowledge in the right way. That would be the benchmark separating desire from reality when it comes to being a philosopher. Something anyone can learn to add to their human capital? One doesn’t need to go out and socialize, though highly advisable, to merely get out and observe people. Sit in a mall and listen to all the people who pass you. To better understand people, who you are philosophizing for, you need to be able to get into their headspace and let you become better at understanding why  people act the way that they do.