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( This is part of a series that I decided to build for you. Browse the first part as a summary to what I'm going to write here). (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). Summary by Anonymous Mr. Tomasio discusses the complex relationship between mind and body, arguing against the traditional dualistic view as reality's far more complex than this. They propose that physical and mental experiences are interconnected, and that trauma can manifest as both psychological and physical symptoms. The philosopher shares his personal experience of using chronic pain as a motivator for productivity and self-improvement. He argues that while pain is a negative experience , it can be harnessed to overcome challenges and achieve goals. The writer emphasizes the importance of accepting and addressing trauma rather than repressing it. He believes that by confronting difficult emotions and experiences, individuals can find strength and resilience. The article concludes with a passionate call to action, urging readers to embrace their passions and strive for success , even in the face of adversity. The author suggests that pain can serve as a catalyst for growth and achievement. (Background music) Critique of Body and Mind Dualism I finally realized the source of my pain, a chronic, physical pain that has lasted for 10-20 years. I finally understand that it comes from trauma . From the connection between mind and body. From the fact that we can experience psycho-somatic sensations and emotions. As such, the philosophy of dualism is not entirely correct. For we are, in a sense, body and mind. Even if we may have automatic systems within us, even if we have an automatic portion of the self, we still exist as one, somehow. As a singular entity, made up of components that cooperate with each other in unison. And should a component be damaged, it can harm the other components, forming the entity that is the human being. Should one of the wheels of your car be lacking air, it can harm the overall performance of your vehicle. Thus, should you solve the problem in that specific wheel, the car can be driven better towards its destination. Subverting One's Traumas Yes, my mind is heavily traumatized. And I've been experiencing the implications of these traumas for most of my life, ever since childhood. I've always been serious, and treated every task very seriously. Never really undermining anything. The traumas, ultimately, made me the professional that I am. The one with the soldier's mentality, who cares to carry out all his tasks, whether giving or given. Somehow, I managed to not only drive this metaphorical vehicle without fixing it for good, but also use its faults for my own advantage. By utilizing the flaws inflicted by trauma, in order to improve myself in my roles throughout life. Because anxiety and stress, while harmful, do have their own merits. And pain can be a great teacher as well. By denying myself the practicality of curing this pain, the ascetic life had become far, far easier. Why? Because I suffer anyways. What's a little more suffering going to do? And when you are stressed, you may find yourself having an easier time focusing. In addition, when having concern, you can get things done more seriously. When you are anxious, should you be able to restrain yourself, you can use it to live more safely, thus contributing to your own survival. After all, these sensations and emotions are natural. They are there to keep us safe. Their point is for you to avoid experiencing the same traumas again. It is but the way of the mind to adjust to the future, based on past experiences. That is, of course, assuming that your mind is still functioning properly, after whatever you have witnessed throughout life. In other words, face a "sufficient" amount of trauma, and you may unconsciously use it to become stronger mentally. Therefore, you can find virtue even in such an adversity. Addressing Potential Critique It may sound bizarre to turn the same liability into an asset. However, when you get used to discomfort, life becomes more bearable than otherwise. Metaphorically, if you are riding a damaged car on a very long and desolate road, you have no choice but to tolerate the liability until you reach your destination, somewhere in the horizon. The liability of pain thus becomes an asset when you use it for self-improvement. Enduring around 10 to 20 years of chronic pain in your every waking moment is no easy task. However, the more you endure, the stronger you can become. My neck has been in pain since the near-end of the 2000s. It has been stiff as wood by default, ever since. That is done by understanding that some things deserve to be granted. They deserve to, because there might be other things at play that are more deserving of your attention. Put the pain and the suffering in the background. Your mind might already do it for you. Should you develop a strong-enough tolerance for it, you may be able to tolerate whatever requires your attention, as well. Pain as Motivator The pain is tiring, don't get me wrong. And I don't like it. I still keep it unchecked. The reason is simple: I maintain my pain tolerance in the name of my work. I work so much because I am used to the agony. Since I view this work as my life's purpose, I have little problem essentially locking myself in my hermitage and working. There are days where I don't even sleep, although of course this is not entirely wise on my end. This pain slowly but surely silences the inner screams inside me, allowing me to focus on relentless writing. Why do I let it cancel my inner experience, hoping for salvation? Simple, but not quick to be understood: I use pain to fuel me, and give me energy. Using Philosophy Like a Swordsman Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory! AND THROUGH VICTORY, MY CHAINS ARE BROKEN, AND RELEVANCE SHALL FREE ME. Free me from being under the ceilings of irrelevancy! Of obscurity! It is only through a life of militant work on my goals that I will actually be someone in this careless, apathetic world! Yes! My initiative will be proven useful the more I work on it! And for that, I need to feel pain, so I will have the energy, the passion to succeed, and be purposefully frustrated by my current situation! By the fact that I was called irrelevant so swiftly and carelessly! You will all benefit from my success! Benefit from new and newer articles! Benefit from other writers! Empires are built on ambition! And ambition is always the lack of peace from the current situation one is in! Be aware of the sources of your pain, and the truth can set you free.

(Background music) Introduction Double standards are not as clear as they might be first seen to the naked eye, especially if that eye belongs to the one having said standards. In a simple definition, it's a concept that happens when one has a certain set of standards in one field, but does not in another field, which is theoretically identical, or of the same weight, as the initial field. The problem in that is obvious: It leads to one's hypocrisy, whether or not said person will actually admit it. Hypocrites, or those who contradict themselves, may find it difficult to admit their hypocrisy, as that would entail that they are not as honest as others and as they see themselves as. As a result, it'd be harder to trust a self-confessed hypocrite, then someone who is not a hypocrite (or someone who is regarded as such). The only way out of this condemnation, is atonement , but we'll get to that later. Fictional Example The following example might be disturbing for some of you, but as I said in an older article, I don't really like putting trigger warnings in my content. Just so you know, still, this subject might be disturbing, but I deem it necessary in order to better present the case of double standards. There was a certain character in a cartoon from the 90's that was aimed at kids. Her name was " Katella the Intergalactic Huntress ", and to sum up her character, she worked as a freelancer, capturing exotic creatures across Space, and sells them to the highest bidder. In the only episode where she appeared in, she was invited by a warlord named Dr. Robotnik, so he could tell her about a nemesis he'd like her to catch; A blue hedgehog that foils his plans. For some absurd reason, Katella fell in love with the villain, and began... physically assault him. Punches, kicks, throws; In a way that is cute, because after all, that's how girls show love to boys, right? It appears she was so physically strong, no one in his fortress could've stopped her, not even Robotnik himself... By the end of this disturbing episode, that for some reason is completely okay due to gender, she forced him to marry her, and likewise, no lackey of his could've done anything. The poor villain was eventually rescued by his mother, who was against the wedding, and the Huntress in question hated her guts so much, that it was the only way that the show's antagonist could've been saved... by a second physical abuser, in the form of his mother. By now, one thing should be clear: Sexual assault is not okay regardless of gender ; Forced marriage is not okay, regardless of gender. It is obvious, that if the genders were reversed in said episode, it would be very disturbing to be shown. Just to be clear, that show also contained educational messages at the end of each episode... One of them was against such assaults... Recommendation To further get my point across, I recommend watching the movie " Misery ", an adaptation of Stephen King's novel by the same name. While men are usually stronger than women , that isn't always the case, especially when the man is handicapped, and the woman isn't. Being a handicap can leave anyone to exploitation. And although the protagonist in that tale wasn't r****, he could've been. Physical weakness can leave any of us vulnerable to exploitation of any kind. Hence why we should aim to be strong.

( This is the sequel ) (This is the final part) (Philosocom's Subcategory Directory on Despair and Surrender) (2025 note: The Power of Love  redeemed me, and now I am walking the path of the truly good person) (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). Accepting Reality I: Accepting the Pain 2008 2009... were the last years that I began losing the ability to relax naturally, as I turned naturally stressed until today. I tried everything I could to reduce the intense chronic stress. Psychologists, yoga, physical-therapy, anti-anxiety pills , meditation , alternative medicine, etc. All failed . For over a decade, a seemingly-endless physical pain in the muscles has begun, and it began with a scream of pain. This pain made me stressed for years-on end, non-stop. The only time where it didn't, was when I slept. The pain was repressed by my unconscious mind when I was too distracted. But even then, I could sense it staying in the background. It just does not seem to end, and I eventually accepted defeatism, as I was too busy being miserable by something more "valuable" than this (The education system). No matter how many deep breaths I took, the physical exercise I did , or the meditations I did, none overcame it. I don't believe in actual curses, but it was wrong for me as a child to be both very tall and sit all day in class, in front of a computer, and so on. I would probably pay for this mistake for the rest of my life. 50 years at least, hopefully. How did I manage to endure for so long, and not give up? Do you expect a grandiose philosophical answer? I just accepted this reality as inevitable, for I choose to live. Even though I tried to find ways to reduce it, they had little effect at all! All the investment, and efforts, went to waste on attempts that became either feeble or effective only in the short term. Don't get me wrong. I'm a healthy person. Healthy in solitude, that is, I find society sickening both literally and metaphorically. Toxic ways people normally behave causing me PTSD and a strong desire to lay low from society . And still, it's hard to imagine a reality without this pain accompanying me, like a demon who always follows me wherever I go. A demon inside of me , using my own pain to avoid most people and to be motivated by it. Sometimes, "defeat" is the refusal to engage in another health-wasting conflict. It's merely that the infantility of conflict is one of the many infantile human behaviors that have been normalized and integrated deeply into human society. Be "defeated" by the desire for peace , not because you're weak, but as a way to accept reality where the odds are against you. In solitude, is where we rest and heal from the physical/mental pains of society. This resting and healing, is the key for strength against the verdicts of a reality beyond our control. A reality given by circumstances by regretful actions. It may be worthwhile to improve yourself, if you cannot improve external reality. A more optimal improvement of your external life, starts by looking within. Hope is when there is a great possibility of salvation or redemption. However, when you're obsessive about it, it becomes a nuisance, a distracting disturbance in your daily functioning. The more grandiose and unrealistic it is, the more hope will only make you miserable, instead of compelling you to work and plan on bringing that hope into fruition. Hope instead should be limited to our respective potentials. The more we engage in fantasy in our minds, or in a reality that is too unrealistic to bring, the more we might not only refuse to accept reality as it is, but despise it. Despise the world, despise humanity. When you're hopeless about something you know you can't change, you can have an easier time, accepting its presence and authority, and live despise the struggle it may bring. Being hopeless doesn't always mean pure despair. In this case, it means that there is no longer a reason to expect a change in things. A hopeless emotion can be towards something specific instead. What has my pain brought? Anxiety, exhaustion, and an ascetic mentality.  This world is stressful to me a lot, and to recover, while helping others , I just live in greater social isolation. Nowadays, the thought that it will never stop, brings me a sense of stability, and peace. Peace is found in acceptance, then in the need to control or to dominate reality. Do I like this world, which led to my late grandmother's  suffering tendencies? Not at all. However, if I didn't accept the moral depravity of this world, I would've been even more depressed than I am, the more and more I would've partaken in it. Yet, I'm no masochist. But the fact that I gave up  on this world, reduced the stress.  Thus, I've become less stressful by giving up trying.   At least if I am to suffer this for life, at least now you may know, that there might be a bittersweet side to hopelessness.  No matter how upsetting it may be, there's no point. Specified hopelessness could be a form of acceptance. Another person would feel very uncomfortable for having had this pain for so long. But for me, it was Tuesday .

"See what we see, feel how we feel, and you are considered sane, A communal sanity. See otherwise, you are declared insane" -- John Duran (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). (Background music) (Birthday Subcategory Directory) (Philosocom's Subcategory Directory on Potential and Hope) On the 7th of December, one of the few days left of this year, I'll finally be 24. The individual number itself holds little significance for me, but as the years accumulate, I can't help but yearn for a sense of fulfillment. Yearn, a feeling of having reached my full potential. It's not a desire to end my life, but rather a longing for a state of complete peace and tranquility , a metaphorical "eternal rest" where my work will finally be complete. Is there a distinct sentiment that accompanies each phase of aging? For me, I still feel like I'm 18, the age at which I published my first book . I recall that year a slight of disdain. At that time, I was still naive about the philosophical world. The school instilled in me great expectations for my future as a philosopher. Even the headmistress herself approached me and declared, in front of my parents, that I would become the "greatest philosopher of this century." Little did she know about my contemporary competitors, some less renowned , others far more celebrated. The period between 18 and 24 was quite a distressful one, and no one had prepared me for it, despite the supposed purpose of education being to equip students for the "real world." The sheer amount of hostility I received simply because I dared to voice my thoughts, was overwhelming. School failed to warn me that people would be quick to tear me down due to their opposing views or negative perceptions of my work. I was "promised," for lack of a better term, a glorious reality as an adult, one where people would eagerly consume my books and I would achieve widespread recognition. Alas, despite writing seven books (and a series of novellas as a teenager), my works seem to have fallen on deaf ears. Perhaps this is the consequence of my self-imposed isolation , my great affinity for solitude. There I am, akin to a child on vacation, absorbed in my writing and entertainment, seemingly oblivious to the world around me, detached from everyone and everything besides my contemplations like a grey philosopher . I receive scant acknowledgment, my existence largely unnoticed by society at large, not necessarily having to work. While I've grown accustomed to my reclusive existence, no one has ever warned me of the profound loneliness that can accompany the life of a philosopher, especially in this era of fleeting attention spans. I write into the void, share into the void, and, worst of all, think into the void. I observe myself and others, comparing myself on purpose in order to understand my strange place in this world. It is very hard for me to relate to most people as they find difficulty in relating to me. Their conversations and jokes bore me the same as my thoughts and jokes confuse them, although I find both easy to understand. Every day is a battle to be recognized , to be heard within the seduction of social media's casino-like mazes. The struggle to capture attention is ruthless, to convince countless people to pause their anxious, fruitless quest for gratification, and engage with glorious article empire. They can easily abandon their pursuits, even for a few minutes per day. But their hedonism stands in my path for increasing philosophy's relevancy in their eyes. Gaining readership is a difficult task, not only due to the abundance of competing writers but also because of the overwhelming array of distractions. Social media applications and their unforgiving notifications, effortlessly alter attention away from the joy and benefit of the written word. Reading, after all, is a cognitively demanding activity that, for some, employs a considerable amount of mental effort, particularly when delving into philosophical discourse. Not to speak, of course, of the reflective thinking that one may need to be in, if they desire to optimally understand what they just read. Despite these challenges, I do not believe that reading is close to extinction, the same as I don't believe philosophy's "dead". Your continued engagement with my life's work, for instance, testifies the enduring appeal of blogs and books alike. The fact that philosophy can save lives through meaning in a shallow existence, justifies the moral debt I am paying to this field... for saving my own life. While my faith in humanity may be prone to reduction, it remains unclear whether the allure of instant gratification will ultimately extinguish the flame of intellectual curiosity, and, of course, many people's need for depth in a shallow, financially-materialistic world. Despite being only 24 years old, I sense that my time has not yet come, assuming the universe follows a deterministic path, although that notion is problematic . Despite growing increasingly tiring with time, my continued youth suggests that I have more to write, create, and contribute. While I yearn for rest , the time for it has not yet arrived. I aspire for my life to be an accomplishment, and that's why I long for old age, not as a means to end my existence, but as an indication of fulfillment. It's similar to a worker anticipating the completion of their shift, not as a desire to return home, but as a longing to make sure they finish the job. Do you notice the distinction? While my employment as an office drone may have been brief, my entire life has felt like an extended, tiring endeavor, as it does to this very day. I am a workaholic . The relentless pursuit of sharing my voice with the world, demonstrating my relevance and that of my philosophy to those who may disagree, has been exhausting. It's not just the writing, but all life's endeavors that weigh me down. I eagerly await the eternal rest that will proclaim, "You have successfully pursued your goals and contributed to the world in this life. Now, rest for all eternity." I am not driven by sadness, anger, or suffering thoughts. My aim is clear: to create a lasting legacy, worthy of succession. And what is the ultimate completion of this legacy? It is indefinite. My death will be but a phase in this empire's history. My desire to reach old age is equally strong as my desire to make the most of my time here, granting me the legitimacy, in my own eyes, to leave this world with little regret. While I could cease at any moment, it would squander the potential of my future. And I live to work. My ambition for December 7th is to permenantly resume my work, contributing in the most meaningful way possible until my existence ceases. Only then will I have the justification to halt my writing -- when I will be incapable to work by death. I am doing all of this to retain my sanity in the lonely existence of being, by default, different than most of humanity. It is my moral duty to remain sane, so sane I will be. In the name of myself and of Philosocom.

Self-Isolation and Why I Isolate Myself by Choice (Philosocom's Directory of Choice and Decision) (Background music) Those who are as sensitive as I have no place in this loud, impulsive world. The internet became a salvation to my kind of people, because here the user can permanently block people away from one's virtual presence. I wager that, if it weren't for computers , I would be less hesitant to end it all, simply because one cannot filter their physical environment as much as the virtual one. Filter the hatred, the uncomfortable noise, the harassments and the presence of toxic people. In the physical world, that is only possible when you either move to another place to live in, change your job, or both. The virtual presence thus gives us an underrated freedom -- the freedom to filter and to isolate. It isn't an act of cowardice, necessarily, to physically quarantine oneself from this world. It could also come from the intention, to stop the seemingly infinite loops of conflicts with other people. Conflict with friends, conflicts with family and neighbours. The thing that never ceases to amuse me is the fact that many choose to give in to internet trolls by feeding them with their anger, when they have the choice to block them and save their energy over something worthier of their time. It should not be seen as fearfulness, to want serenity from this stressful world, when such an option is indeed possible. During the COVID19 lockdown, it was forced upon by many people to isolate themselves from the world. It was a difficult verdict to many, not only because of the financial damage that such a policy caused, but also because many people are not as used to being alone so much in their homes, even though they can communicate with others virtually. For me, however, it didn't change much, because most of my life I have quarantined myself from this world, preferring instead to contribute in my own way, while finding much freedom in solitude. Sometimes, it was involuntary, because I wanted to be loved by someone other than family and pets. But, as I grew up, I've realized that quarantine is the only realistically positive choice for me to follow, and that is all because I have sensitivities that I never chose nor ever wanted. I don't wish for life to be different. In solitude I am free to do as I please. I isolate myself by choice because I am not compatible with most people, and find much freedom in solitude, not having to cater to anyone, while living in my own world. I've accepted the fact that my wellbeing is more important catering to a corrupt society, even if it means cutting ties with people, I hold dear who aren't good for me. I enjoy the silence of solitude ; the fact that I can be with headphones all day and choose whatever music I like, without disturbing anyone in the process. I can't work, even though I tried and went to interviews; it's too stressful and exhausting. This freedom in physical solitude, allows me to live life stress-free, and I have an idea why. Society is a stressful place to be in, and I'm glad I don't have to partake in society. Physical exercise is too what I am free to spend my time on in solitude when it is not too hot. Had I been born as a normal person, I would've struggled more than I struggle now. In my disability, I am free to live my life under my own terms, with no one bothering me whatsoever. Given I don't like society, and I am a rebel, it is not too difficult for me to quarantine myself from this world. It is still important to have people to speak with, even if only to cleanse the void from within. A life of complete solitude can be very empty, and I still have a need to contribute to the world. I do not want to exist publicly in this world beyond my online contributions of Philosocom. I believe the world will continue to change and evolve, regardless of my own existence. However, I also believe that my continued presence can contribute to that change in a positive way. The possibility of making a difference, of contributing to something meaningful, is a powerful motivator for me to choose life over death, and solitude over society. This vision, this hope for a better future, is worth more than departing from this planet for good. The world appears to be a beautiful place. However, if it means that I'll get this elusive feeling of peace, then it is preferred that my quarantine will resume until the time comes to go. Nothing appears to be preferable to resting in peace while in life, and not only in death. I thus have no regrets forsaking humanity, while contributing to it from the comforts of my own solitude.

The Directory: https://www.philosocom.com/post/how-to-live-with-or-without-luck https://www.philosocom.com/post/trust-and-luck https://www.philosocom.com/post/bound-to-suffer-the-philosophy-of-general-skarr https://www.philosocom.com/post/when-accidents-benefit-the-victim-savant-syndrome-analysis-featuring-a-savant https://www.philosocom.com/post/against-the-education-system (Background music) Introduction The idea that a curse is some kind of magical spell executed by wizards or sorcerers is a false belief, that is likelier to exist in tales of fiction than in realities. While the notion of curse is not universal, some people are indeed "cursed" in some way or another, with them not being able to do anything about it. Furthermore, the more they mainly focus on their misfortune, the more the origins of their negativity blinds them from seeing the positive aspects of the world around us. This, in turn, hurts their fabric of happiness. Therefore, a misfortune is either amplified or reduced by the subjection of our perception. Genetics: The Indication of A Flawed Reality Whether be it an illness, a permanent circumstance or a condition that cannot be cured like autism, the idea of "being cursed" is more realistic than some may think, simply due to existence being flawed. After all, what are curses, if not the very representatives of this flawed universe? Furthermore, how can we rationally deny this reality being filled with flaws? As such, genetic dispositions are often the result of the problems our ancestors had. The past is always key in understanding the cursed flaws we have inherited from those who are no longer with us. Children, although having a will independent of their parents, may still suffer the problems their parents had. As such, Nietzsche's poor health condition stemmed from the genetics he inherited from his ill father. Psychologically, we can logically deduce that Nietzsche's unique philosophy, which many find relatable to this very day, helped him endure his unfortunate verdict of being, that stemmed from his genetical and environmental factors. How to be Grateful for Misfortune For the more infantile mind, it is easier to be ungrateful and entitled than grateful and modest. That is because of many humans' hardwired tendency towards pessimism. This hardwired tendency is a curse by itself as positivity is far more practical and reasonable. Positivity allows us, after all, to rectify the very problems we suffer from. Look back at your darker past. Can you be grateful for it? For all the traumas you've received? How willing are you to consider being grateful for it? Many people would struggle with this, as they would not find reason to appreciate their misfortune. They instead prefer to appreciate their fortune. However, in the name of growth and in the name of development, we should focus on being grateful in general. As we are grateful for our misfortunes, we can be more mindful of them. As a result, we can build upon them. Build an empire with same bricks that were thrown at you. -- Anonymous When we build upon misfortune, we can subvert it , and create something of greater virtue. There are, unfortunately, some things in life that cannot be helped, no matter how much treat they get. Applying philosophy on reality can turn these misfortunes into creative outlets. As such, people of misfortune may find themselves becoming excellent writers, poets and even philosophers. The Seeds of The Human Potential If it weren't for these misfortunes, that changed the trajectory of people, we wouldn't have creative geniuses such as John Duran , a sage who spent much of his life being homeless. We wouldn't have Ogbule Chibuzo Isaac and M. Svartgold , who both wrote much for my site. We wouldn't have Diogene s, who contributed much to the Greek philosophy of old. We wouldn't have Nathan Lasher, w hose brain injuries made him a savant and an expert on mania. We wouldn't have Gandhi , who helped revolutionize India from the imperialism of British rule. We wouldn't have Roland Leblanc , whose disillusionment from the Christian Church allowed him to delve into the arcane and volunteer to my aid for many years. This exemplifies how the human inner seed of light is able to endure against all odds, and deviate from the orthodox fabric of human society, fostering profound realizations and roles. Realism and Divinity This realistic notion of "curse" isn't something that necessarily came out of a divine reason (like an ancestor who has done something awful). Existence was always unfair and not people don't always get what they need or want. As people grow from unfortunate circumstances, they might find themselves not only becoming tougher, but also more compassionate. The more compassion we develop, the more we can understand the unique circumstances of others without resorting to mere pity. Often, those who had the most unfortunate of circumstances, can grow to become stronger as a result. Therefore, when the human spirit overcomes distress, it can become unrelenting. It can foster itself from mere specks of dust into a concrete, sharp ruby diamond. Therefore, being cursed with something is very much a result of mere unfortune rather than a divine punishment. However, regardless of metaphysical origin it can be weirdly twisted for the greater good. The Underserving Unfairness Even if you are, for instance, a very devout believer in whatever religion , you too can be cursed -- cursed with a dire illness, a difficult weakness, a disability, very bad luck and so on. One's zealotry doesn't save them from the infliction of curses. After all, everyone is prone to curses as a possibility. Furthermore, when you are a person of great virtue, living in a morally depraved society, you might find your moral fortune a double-edged sword. This can be seen in Jesus Christ's example, who got crucified by the oppressive, uncaring Roman Empire. Therefore, fairness is not an objective criteria. Rather, it depends on the subjective context you are in. In a more rectified world, folk such as Jesus Christ, and even my own late Master Numi, would've been far better off. The Inevitable Sacrifice Contentment is natural wealth, luxury is artificial poverty -- Socrates In a world consumed by financial materialism and eroding corruption , the moral paragons often find themselves at the bottom of the societal hierarchy. I am myself in a way, a cursed man. In the days of old, I would've been considered one of the greats, along with many of my contemporaries, such as Kaiser Basileus. A sensitive man, I also have Asperger's Syndrome. Given how hard it is to understand Asperger's, alongside the fact it is no longer considered a relevant term in the eyes of prestigious authorities , I am extremely hard to understand. As a man who saved people from themselves, yet is emotionally detached, I very much understand and appreciate the interconnectivity of reality, that "we are all one". However, I am basically a moral loner with autistic tendencies. Lacking emotional empathy, I instead employ cognitive empathy. I prefer to live a more-solitary life, despite my immense potential, because being misunderstood is very common with complex people like myself. I am not a social man, I am a moral man instead. Often times I am also a romantic man. I deem social interactions an utter waste of my time, and as a result I may appear weirdly hostile despite my love for peace and harmony with the world. Most folk are simpler compared to me. Seeing depth in simplicity , allows me also to appreciate the virtue of being simple and regular. After all, it allows them to navigate society better than myself. As I stim to regulate my emotions, I can appear intimidating and scary. My late grandmother was a very difficult person to deal with. Understanding morality very intuitively, I have saved her from herself when I was 10. My grandiose moral paragony is not seen. My lack of emotional attachments to most people can make me seen as a narcissist. I live as a shadow of the very world that has forsaken my dear grandmother. However, as many folk may choose to forsake her memory, I refuse to forsake the memory of my greatest friend, which was her. Since I accept how complex I am in both genetic and environmental dispositions, I find the most solace avoiding most people. I do not seek your pity, for a change of perspective can deem me a very fortunate man. While I can't work, I don't have to work. While I can't fit in, I don't have to fit in. In my "misfortune", I am a very free man. Free to do whatever I want in solitude. Free to contribute in my own way. My disadvantages in this twisted world are advantages of their own, some will only have when they are retired. I am set for life, can write whatever I want, and am free to rest and contribute in my own ways, never having to be a corporate slave to society, never having to serve in the military where compulsory service exists, free in solitude to live and love under my own terms. As a gesture of love towards my late grandmother, I have sacrificed being part of the very orthodox fabric that has forsaken her. In my late 20's, I have already saved several people from themselves. Ever since her distressful sayings, caring about most people was extremely difficult for me. What I care about, is mourning this unfortunate world, and praying for an improved one instead. Without my intricate curse I could've been a happier person who did not need to isolate himself from the world just to be happy. Subverting your expectations, I developed to become a healthier man thanks to my own research. Therefore, despite my unfortunate upbringing, I am more unrelenting and healthier than people considered more fortunate than myself. Despite my disabilities, I am free to do whatever I want, a privilege people only have when they are retired. I find my sacrifices inevitable because I will never be accepted by most people for who I am. My relevancy instead is in my moral paragony and in much of my free philosophical articles I leave to humanity. It is in my hope humanity will keep enjoying my wisdom for many years to come, and use my unrelenting work to improve themselves, help each other, and find hope in being alive and embrace their mortality. Amen.

How Religion and Democracy Struggle -- Philosophy of Religion Directory https://www.philosocom.com/post/thoughts-on-prayer https://www.philosocom.com/post/thoughts-on-the-shinto-religion-and-its-philosophy https://www.philosocom.com/post/queries-on-the-influence-of-religion-as-manipulation-by-mr-m-svartgold https://www.philosocom.com/post/understanding-the-relationship-between-philosophy-and-judaism-by-mr-john-igwe https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-problem-of-some-religions-in-philosophy-from-a-functional-standpoint https://www.philosocom.com/post/human-in-religion-poem "The Cult of Kefka" -- Nihilism as a Spectrum Embracing Wu Wei in the Modern World: Taoist Wisdom for Today's Challenges (By Mr. Joseph Bright) How to Determine the Existence of Gods https://www.philosocom.com/post/tikkunolam https://www.philosocom.com/post/jesus https://www.philosocom.com/post/dear-god (Background music) Introduction: An Historic Overview Most of the world's countries are democracies. That is even though democracy often suffers by the corrupting trends of the world. Within each country, its own unique fabric of interactions and interplays between values, under the guidelines of norms and cultures. To quote Simeon Strunsky: People who want to understand democracy should spend less time in the library with Aristotle and more time on the buses and in the subway. When a central authority isn't busy oppressing its populace, what it allows is a more multicultural growth of alternative frameworks and organizations. Without its oppression, many people can become leaders in many fields, forming their own businesses, institutions and virtual empires. Additionally, it allows people to venture out from the orthodox matrix of society, deviating and growing in ways unique to them. Whether your country is more capitalistic or more socialist in its politics, under democracy it matters less freedom-wise. A more democratic nation often turns a blind eye to many things, and as a result the average citizenry can get many freedoms, such as the freedom of expression , the freedom to vote, and so on. These freedoms would have been considered privileges in earlier times of human history, who were mainly dominated by kings, sultans and emperors. Understand that despite the dystopian concerns some people might have today, many people today live in freedoms greater than in any period in human history. As such, the only absolute monarchy today, where the king has absolute authority, is just a small, landlocked African nation. Blessed be the fact that most monarchies today are constitutional, or in other words, severely limited. When Religion Corrupts Morality is of the highest importance – but for us, not for God. — Albert Einstein When religion is introduced into official rules, there is a competition with democracy. That, however, applies only when the laws of said religion threaten the freedoms introduced by democracy. Furthermore, religious manipulators could use the very freedoms they are given to commit acts of malice. When these figures of authority become part of state authority, the corruption turns from a civilian matter to more of a public issue. When religion is corrupted by such leaders and their helpers, that is when people might find themselves disillusioned with institutional religion, and instead turning to spirituality and to research of the arcane. Skepticism Under Democratic Fabric When questioning their own faith, people may utilize the power of choice of whether to keep staying within religious norms or go their own ways. Often, major religions get their own sects as a result. Under the framework of democracy, deviating and even creating one's own religion is easier. In the online world, one can find many, many cults. Furthermore, some may even consider fandoms to be cults. Cults are basically small, alternative organizations that pose as societal outsiders. Living below the radar, they are of course known as secret societies. Secret societies/cults/whatever other synonyms, can range from a gang of hooligans, to organized crime, to unrecognized street performers. Their contemporary negative connotation is a quasi-specific term,  meaning cults are not necessarily these shady fanatics serving a charismatic love-bomber.  The mere image you may have of them negates the fact that even a pirate ship or even a hobbyist micronation  can be "a secret society". Sometimes you are secret because you will always have it hard being accepted into society in the first place . That is why so many deviations outside of general society can be considered morally-grey by default. Depending on your perspective, they can be either anti-hero or even anti-villainous. So much as you can see, happens when your democracy allows you to deviate from your own religion. Not only from your own religion but also from traditional norms whom may be questioned by many. Philosophy and Disillusionment God is not separate. God is our very being. He has not to be attained, only discovered. He is hidden in us; there is no need to go anywhere else to find him. -- Osho Philosophy starts from within. As philosophy examines life, it gives life meaning. As such, examining philosophy is also about examining life itself. One might philosophize, "Why do we even need a public religion to force us to do or avoid things regardless of our consent?" The more we question the very public ideas that are part of our lives, the more we may find ourselves deviating from it. Indeed, while tyranny might stem from democracy , democracy is often where philosophy prospers most! As we question tradition, religious or otherwise, we might find ourselves on an unintended path of self-discovery, where we discover who we are not only in our questions but also in our actions. As you can tell, philosophy is also a way of life and goes beyond mere academic discourse. You might find religions and philosophy weirdly intertwined as a result as philosophy is what allows individual and collective deviations in the first place. Philosophy is not a mere ideology as it is a tool meant to examine ideology. Of course, an ideology can also be religious, when it comes to the matters of the divine. Philosophy may not only examine and critique ideologies and religions, but also may create ones, as seen in the cult of Pythagoras. The State As a Distant Authority As you can tell, state intervention in philosophy and religion is not a requirement. As such, Japan, despite its interfaith of Shintoism and Buddhism, remains largely atheist in its population. Religion is something that can be practiced even without being the mark of the state. In other words, you don't need state funds or support to have you perform the rituals, the holidays, the traditions, and the prayers required in your own religion. When the state is a distant authority, instead of an intervening, oppressive one, people are more free to do as they please under the obliviousness of society. I don't see why I, as an irreligious man, have to cater to state religion beyond my attempts to survive in ordinary society that cares little about me as an individual. I see less and less reasoning to seek global recognition when I can simply be recognized for my immense philosophical work by those who find it relevant to their lives. The Biological Imperative : Survive! Therefore, due to the problems between many religions and the freedom of democracy, there is no perfect solution to create full harmony between these two values. What should be used instead is the understanding that we need to survive if we want to live the life we want to live.   If you cancel your official religion, it will upset the population of that religion, and if you cancel democracy, the state will become a theocratic dictatorship without the ability to vote for a party or regent. Perhaps we shouldn't resort to any extreme! Perhaps we should focus on respecting our different ways of life! In one way or another, they would always have to collide with one another. That is because we never exist in a vacuum and to quote Epictetus: Some things are in our control and others not. Things in our control are opinion, pursuit, desire, aversion, and, in a word, whatever is our own action. Things not in our control are body, property, reputation, command, and, in one word, whatever is not our action. In rulership, be it within the state or outside of it, you cannot please everyone. Attempting to please is not something philosophers often do in general, meaning that being a philosopher already is a social risk in your respective nations. A Factor Of Democratic Deviation: Being Misunderstood Either way, the state may fail to understand that it alienates some of its population. Forcing on them the same limitations that religious people place on themselves anyway is also a cause for deviation. In dictatorships, deviation from orthodoxy is far harder and can be heavily destructive for both the loyalist factions of the state, and those who rebel against it. For me, the idea of using physical violence against someone just because he thinks and believes differently than you is absurd. I prefer to avoid the battle, as Sun Tzu would suggest. If the religious are disciplined enough to follow their own path religiously (no pun intended), then why should that path be imposed on the rest of the population? The very fact that it does makes people want to deviate from it in the first place. That is even when the state with an official religion, is also a democracy. Democracy permits, while religion limits. When freedom is allowed while a specific religion prohibits it, the authorities need to decide: which value do we prefer most? Conclusion When you allow people to be themselves, however, and deviate without concerning of their practice of rituals, you can allow yourself, as state official, to focus on issues of far greater concern: The military. The welfare of the citizens. Finances. Your own free time. Thus, when freedom is preferred over religion, the true value of freedom can be recognized and appreciated... As the more freedoms we all have, the less we can be concerned on public matters, and be more ourselves, instead. Like neighbours who cannot force one another to move, these two values need to just get along with one another. There is, you see, there is no hope in sight, choosing one and cancelling the other. What we should never, ever cancel, is our ability to live in harmony and in inner peace.

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Some have attained a special form of vibrancy , like those with a high charismatic presence. That is while others remain so average, that their average-ness can be seen as their uniqueness . However, for a specific segment of this spectrum – the distinction seekers – there's fear lurks beneath their ambition: the fear of being "like" everyone else. This fear can also be regarded as the fear of being forgotten, or Athazagoraphobia. We can deduce from this that some people have a psychological need to fit in, while others feel obliged to stand out . Both needs stem from our individual mentalities. The claim that "We all Want to Fit In" is therefore a product of the generalization fallacy. For me, the notion of being indistinguishable from "the crowd", is a more disturbing fate than death itself, for in death I can still be remembered. In today's virtual world, the need to promote ourselves is also done for the sake of the content we're creating. In other words, the more we're known online, the likelier we'll be read/viewed more. That's known as having a unique brand identity. Without it, our contributions can be so insignificant, they would vanish with the passing moments, undermined by our many competitors. By this philosophy of self, similarity isn't just about belonging, but also about fading into the background. Is it really beneficial to sacrifice our distinction in favor of belonging? This can terrify those of us with a large amount of ideas that must be expressed and marketed in order to even be regarded as relevant. Whether we're correct or not, some of us believe our perspectives are so distinct, they're capable of creating a new ideology, like I did with Political Rubinshteinism , or even create a significant change in people's lives. The thought of being remembered simply as a name , can deter the value we can give to humanity. Thus, importance can be regarded as a tool. This fear fuels an unrelenting drive to be good and, most importantly, to produce, for our time in this world is limited as well as it is uncertain. As such, many of us strive to leave a mark, even more than we feel a need to belong to a bigger collective. Do the best you can, and becoming/staying as another nameless cog in the machine of existence, can decrease in its probability. When Standing Out Demands Explanation Uniqueness, while often seen as a virtue, possesses a hidden cost: the constant burden of explanation to those you depend upon, and refuse to accept you for who you are. This applies not just to outsiders, but also to those who know you well. Not all families will accept you for who you are. Your friends won't necessarily support you all the way. They might not be "true friends". Your partner's love for you might be conditional. Complexity, inherent in unique individuals, demands extra effort – effort not everyone is willing or able to give. As presented with people with disabilities, being different from the ordinary is not always something people like to be, as they can hinder you from meeting standards. Furthermore, unique people aren't always easy to understand. In relationships, understanding your loved one is key to a successful relationship. According to Betterhelp: Love may involve empathy, sympathy, or compassion for those you care about. If you can only think or act from your point of view, you may struggle to relate with others or show love in a way someone else understands.  In a romantic relationship, do your best to understand your partner's motivations and goals. They might come from a different background than you or have a different love language . They might approach a relationship in a way you do not understand. For example, if they show love to you through physical touch , but you only understand love through words of affirmation, you might feel your partner has never shown you love, even if they have been trying to.  Knowing your differences and considering how your partner feels might allow you to reduce conflict. Love may feel invisible when a couple isn't willing to compromise or try to understand each other. Trying to empathize with your partner might make it feel easier to get along with them and lead to a smoother relationship. Now, some might argue, "Isn't a little similarity enough to be unique?" Similarity and identicality are distinct concepts. Even slight variations between similar individuals create differences. In that sense, we're all inherently different. This is why I started the article with "There are people who are more unique than others.: Distinction and separation are the tools that forge true differentiation, which allow us to navigate existence more effectively. As such, not all forms of double edge of uniqueness are universally positive. Would you say that being a psychopath is a good thing, just because they're unique? Here's where objectivity comes in: Objectivity implies universal truth, which can lead to a trap of absolution . As such, objectivity's a concept I challenge, and I disagree with the proverb of " HaKol LeTova" ("everything is for good") : Some individuals are born with rare mutations that severely limit their lifespan. It's hard to see a positive spin on a condition that cuts one's life short, robbing them of the opportunity to experience life fully. I do not see how being abused can be part of a bigger plan for good, compared to those who haven't. The same goes for cycle of abuse. Can we really say that nuking an enemy nation is moral, when nukes could lead to humanity's extinction? This can be traced back to the cost of significant uniqueness. When it outweighs similarity, it often demands a higher price: the relentless need to be understood. Unless you choose the life of a full hermit, being understood becomes crucial for a healthy existence, especially for public figures like writers who must communicate in some way. For those who aspire to a public platform, the need for explanation becomes a necessary cost of entry. Otherwise, they can be considered madmen, and their uniqueness become a professional liability. Can We Be Too Unique for Our Own Good? Individualism can come at a price that paradoxically limits your individuality's self-actualization.  It's why I criticize Nietzsche's Overman. Humans are inherently complex, but some possess an extra layer of intricacies, both positive and negative. This complexity can create a wall between you and the "External World," leading to frustrating miscommunications, and thus to a reduction of your potential's accomplishments. How come?  We rely, and often thrive, on shared understanding. To truly connect, we need common ground, often established through labels and words.   The question, then, arises: is there a point where complexity becomes a barrier? How to Reduce Your Misunderstood Complexity Imagine a world filled with individuals who spoke entirely in private languages. While their self-expression would be boundless, communication would grind to a halt.  This highlights the importance of a balance between individual uniqueness, and the need to be understood in the name of survival and success . While embracing your unique qualities is crucial,  ensuring some level of clarity in your communication is vital for fostering healthy connections.  This doesn't necessitate sacrificing your individuality, but about finding a way to bridge the gap between your inner world and the world of others. Finding the Bridge: Communication as a Tool Terms and labels are powerful tools for building bridges. They provide a shared vocabulary, allowing others to grasp the essence of your experiences. But remember, labels are just starting points – they don't capture your entire story. However, it's better than having people reject you as insane. The key lies in using these terms alongside open communication.  Share your experiences, the features that lie beneath the label.  Offering a window into your unique perspectives.  Create a space for genuine understanding. Work on your charisma. As unique people, the challenge lies in finding "the sweet spot" of embracing your individuality while fostering competent connection methods. Remember: an effective self-expression isn't just about being unique. Rather, it's about sharing your unique voice with the world, in a way that it would understand, if not learn!

Portrait of John Duran. Credit: Unknown (Subcategory Directory: The King and the Bargainer - A Philosophical Analysis ( philosocom.com ) A Philosophical Analysis of John Duran's Story, "For the King's Pleasure" -- How People "Like" to Be Lied To ( philosocom.com ) A Bum's Night Out: Too much Time On my Hands (John Duran's Story Analysis, Part I) https://www.philosocom.com/post/john-duran https://www.philosocom.com/post/uncommon-perspective https://www.philosocom.com/post/weight-of-genius ) Abstract This article is an interview with a sage, a writer ( John Duran ) a citizen of the USA out of his experiences of being a homeless person for much of his life. It explores the complex issue of homelessness, a hidden population facing the harsh realities of life without a permanent residence. It delves into its root causes, impact on individuals and communities, and ongoing efforts to address this societal challenge. The article challenges stereotypes and misconceptions about homelessness, highlighting the economic factors and daily struggles faced by those without stable housing. It also examines the role of governmental policies and their negligence, community initiatives, and public perception in shaping the landscape of homelessness. The aim is to foster understanding and empathy, sparking conversations towards effective solutions and a more compassionate society. (Mr. Rubinshtein's note: It also covers the mentality of a man who is seasoned in being homeless, and the things we can learn from him. I also added a few words myself). Interview & Insights A first question to him was: What are the main causes of homelessness? He emphatically answered: “Poverty, ignorance, heartlessness, and ridiculous conditions for renters, along with absurd rental amounts". The following point was drawn: Poverty: Economic hardship, insufficient income, and limited access to resources can lead to homelessness. Individuals and families facing poverty may struggle to afford basic necessities, including housing. Ignorance : Lack of awareness or understanding about the root causes of homelessness can perpetuate societal misconceptions. Educating communities about the complex factors contributing to homelessness is essential for fostering empathy and informed solutions. Heartlessness: A lack of compassion or empathy toward individuals experiencing homelessness can hinder efforts to address the issue. Building a compassionate society involves recognizing the humanity of those facing homelessness and working towards supportive and inclusive communities. Ridiculous Conditions for Renters: Unaffordable and challenging rental conditions, such as high rents, lack of tenant protections, and substandard housing, can contribute significantly to homelessness. Addressing these issues requires a focus on affordable housing policies and tenant rights. Absurd Rental Amounts: Unreasonable rental costs relative to income levels can make it difficult for individuals and families to secure stable housing. Affordable housing initiatives and rent control measures can play a role in mitigating this challenge. However, addressing homelessness effectively often involves a comprehensive approach that tackles these root causes. This includes implementing policies to alleviate poverty, raising awareness to dispel misconceptions , promoting empathy and compassion, advocating for tenant rights, and working towards affordable housing solutions. By addressing these interconnected issues, communities can strive to create environments where homelessness is less likely to occur, and support systems are in place to help those in need. He concluded by saying: “I was homeless for 35 years across 46 states. I believe it's the future for millions more Americans” Here comes the second question: What initiatives or strategies are being implemented to address homelessness? "There are reasons many homeless avoid staying in shelters, and it's not what the media portrays". Certainly, there are various reasons why some homeless individuals may choose to avoid staying in shelters, and these reasons often go beyond what may be portrayed in the media. Here are some common factors: Safety Concerns: Shelters can be overcrowded, and conflicts may arise among residents. Concerns about personal safety, theft, or violence may lead individuals to avoid staying in shelters. Lack of Privacy: Shelters often provide limited privacy, with shared sleeping quarters and communal facilities. Some individuals may value their privacy more, and find the communal living conditions uncomfortable. Rules and Regulations: Shelters typically have rules and regulations governing behavior, curfews, and restrictions on personal belongings. Some individuals may prefer the autonomy of living on the streets rather than adhering to the rules of a shelter. Substance Use Policies: Shelters often have strict rules regarding substance use. Those struggling with addiction may avoid shelters due to the restrictions on alcohol or drug use. Traumatic Experiences: Some homeless individuals may have experienced trauma, including abuse or violence, which can make staying in a communal setting emotionally challenging. Shelters may be triggering for individuals with traumatic backgrounds. Mental Health Concerns: Individuals with mental health issues may find the chaotic and crowded environment of shelters overwhelming. The lack of mental health support in some shelters can also be a discouragement. Stigma and Discrimination: Homeless individuals may face stigma and discrimination in shelters, affecting their sense of dignity and well-being. This social aspect can influence their decision to avoid shelters. Limited Accommodations for Couples and Pets: Shelters may not always have suitable accommodations for couples or individuals with pets. For those with companions or service animals, the lack of options can be a barrier. Previous Negative Experiences: Some individuals may have had negative experiences in shelters, such as encountering theft, violence, or unsanitary conditions, which can lead them to avoid such facilities in the future. Understanding these reasons is crucial for developing more effective homeless support systems. Addressing safety concerns, providing mental health services, and offering more flexible and accommodating shelter options can contribute to making shelters more accessible and appealing to those in need. What are the current homelessness statistics in the USA? "All wrong, don't believe what they claim. According to the official record, the USA has just over half a million. But it's far close to a 5 million". What kind of support and resources are available for homeless individuals? "Very restricted ones, as well as indentured servitude . Shelters are mainly cesspools, and worthless. Homelessness is a deep black pit. Once fallen into, people rarely get out". The perspective shared by the individual highlights the challenges and frustrations often associated with homelessness. Here are some aspects to consider in response to these concerns: Limited Support and Resources: The observation about very restricted support suggests a need for increased and more comprehensive support systems for homeless individuals. This could include expanded access to healthcare, mental health services, employment assistance, and affordable housing programs. Indentured Servitude Concerns: If there are concerns about exploitation or unfair labor practices resembling indentured servitude, it is essential to investigate and address these issues. Ensuring fair treatment and dignity for homeless individuals is crucial in any support system. (Mr. Rubinshtein's note: Instead of being triggered by information we are presented, it is important to not be too quick to judge, and investigate rather than argue. After all, we don't always have knowledge like we think we do. It is far better to respect what we don't necessarily know, than to mock it and, as a result, abuse the mentality of the person who may have the knowledge you might not have. Not only it's arrogant but degrading and counter-intuitive for your quest of knowledge. Why would someone you laughed at, feel compelled to give you information?). Criticisms of Shelters: The characterization of shelters as "cesspools" and "worthless" underscores the need for improvements in shelter conditions. Enhancing the quality of shelters, addressing safety concerns, and creating more welcoming environments are essential steps in encouraging homeless individuals to seek shelter. Perception of Homelessness as a Deep Pit: The sentiment that "homelessness is a deep black pit" reflects the profound challenges faced by those experiencing homelessness. Addressing the root causes of homelessness, such as poverty, lack of affordable housing, and systemic issues, is critical for creating paths out of homelessness. Long-Term Impact: The statement that "once fallen into, people rarely get out" highlights the long-term and systemic nature of homelessness. It underscores the need for sustained efforts to provide ongoing support, including mental health services, job training, and affordable housing solutions. In response to these concerns, communities and policymakers can work towards developing comprehensive strategies that go beyond immediate shelter provision. This includes addressing the underlying issues that contribute to homelessness and providing supportive services to help individuals rebuild their lives. Collaboration between government agencies, non-profit organizations, and the community can contribute to more effective and compassionate solutions for those experiencing homelessness. What role does the government play in addressing homelessness? "They treat them like trash, garbage to be "moved along" as they lock the homeless up, outta sight, outta mind, just for existing . What a life!" Does it mean they lack human conscience? "No, they care for themselves, and the ones in their circles , I think this is negligence of the highest order" How does the public perceive and respond to homelessness? "With disdain and unreasonable hate . They have a "Kick them when they're down" mentality". What then is a hope for the homeless child? " When I gave up all hope, I learned how to live, that which kills others ended up my strength. " What was it like? "Acceptance and setting down one's burdens of accomplishment ... It freed me to become what I am now". Then our discussion ended with: What's your advice to the homeless? "Be resilient, be strong, rely upon no one". Mr. Tomasio Rubinshtein's Bonus Never play the victim , even if you are one. Victimhood feeds on itself, and makes more people prey on you, thus exploiting your pain and your weakness for their own gain. Even the homeless can be stronger from within if they do not let themselves become prey due to victimhood. Strength, while not a complete requirement for survival, contributes greatly to it. Especially if we go on this life on our lonesome. And the interest of gaining and maintaining power in any situation is to survive, physically, mentally or both. Power is everything . It is money the same as it is a will of iron. While social beings depend on the strengths of others, the loner and the lonely, like the homeless, must be stronger than others, as individuals, in order to endure the unforgiving nature of this human-dominated world, where self-interest over altruism is prioritized. Do not expect others to help you if there is nothing necessarily beneficial to themselves. That is how any desire/interest-based organization works, from a social group to a syndicate. The same applies to politics and unfortunately helping the welfare of the homeless might not yield any interest to those who can invest in it. Thus, in their eyes, helping the weak and unfortunate might not be too beneficial even though that's not true (as helping the homeless can bring more productive members of society, for instance). But as long as the powerful will disregard the weaker in power, they will not see a reason to assist them without any interest on their side. Therefore, the lack of external support requires you to be strong in spirit, and attain what many attain safely: Getting the next meal, the next drink, and the next place to sleep in. As such, alone, we must be tougher. And even if we're lonely with the company of other people, we are alone. The interviewee said something interesting: That giving up hope helped him learn how to live. The hope to be accomplished and successful often restrains one to comply with society's social contract in order to be successful in the first place. However, when society forsakes you to live outside of it, you may feel less compelled to be a part of a collective that disregards you and leaves you to fend for yourself. This might make you think: Why care about the very same entity that put you in its outskirts, and rejected you for your so-called "insanity"? Why play a part of a contract that, by default, forsaken you for your homelessness and eccentricity? As such, it is often society that builds its outsiders, rejects and even those who actively oppose it in the form of being lawless (as in John Duran's very example) . Do not expect people to want to comply to the norms when the norms opposed them in the first place. And degradation will only make their hostility to society, even more severe. See how individuals and societies create and nurture their own enemies.

(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.

(Philosocom's Subcategory Directory on Despair and Surrender) (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) Lost in Silence "Erase me," she ordered. "From Whatsapp?" I asked. "From WhatsApp; from Facebook; from life." "I haven't done anything wrong, have I?" " You have done nothing wrong ," she summarized. Thus ended the Ms. Chen saga. (Background music) ************************** In reality, what I wanted to ask was, " If I have done nothing wrong, then what's the issue? Why are you so eager to dispose of me if I have done no wrong? " I could've asked that, but that is too late. All I am left to do is seek vengeance over her method of disposing of those she sees as irrelevant. Minorities such as myself, are at a disadvantage by default because of our inherent social incompetence. Why? Because I can't do anything else to satisfy my innate need for knowledge... And later since then, I made it a norm of mine, to not be satisfied by anything . Regardless of my choice to find satisfaction or not, not all people are as open or honest as Google or any other search engine. In the end, your status as a philosopher will not grant you access to all the truths that you seek. And for me it is all the more reason to be ruthless in my quest for the truth, with never intending to give up on that aspect. But not giving up on specific quests, may require giving up on other pursuits. Later on, I will explain further. When Knowledge Requires More Than Just Curiosity That is the greatest difficulty any honest philosopher may face: the result of being and staying ignorant, regardless of the passion for knowledge . Other people won't always be willing to give you the answers you seek, and even though they might be the only people with said answers, there is really no other choice but to give up. Humans... can't reach omniscience , and even if we had all the secrets of the world opened to us, not all people would be willing to just share their interpersonal information related to themselves. Those are not secrets; those are partially unshared data. A philosopher may be an inquisitor, but it is not moral for them to be an interrogator who would send henchmen to kidnap someone for information. You can't just expect people to tell you everything they know, as there are social and emotional aspects involved, that hinder them. Even journalists may be expelled from certain places, like closed communities , because they have been too inquisitive and/or because (some) people just prefer to keep to themselves. But the philosopher and the journalist must have more than just curiosity for their work . They must also be determined to do their jobs regardless of their willpower. That is how inner-strength increases efficiency: One that surpasses your own willpower, through reason. Push too hard on the person you're asking, and you might shut down all the possible answers. You may already have a small chance of recovering from this person. Then, all you're left with is your own reflective thinking, and logic. Enhance your logic , and you'll know more with less external company. A Society's Shameful Silence and One Man's Fury I've already been a pain in the back for her; trying to understand the situation better through inquisition might be considered harassment. Thus, to take revenge on her, for making me feel pathetic and small, despite loving her, I'll disprove her mistake of my character, with each work session on Philosocom. That is the only thing regarding her that I'm not ready to give up on: Showing people that they should not walk over me just because I seem too disposable to them. Yet, I refuse to be weak. I refuse to believe in my inherent worth, when my dissatisfaction can further expand by work as a philosopher. For a satisfied philosopher is almost an oxymoron. The philosopher is always hungry for more, which distinguishes him or her from the sage. I am broken, but I am fine with this state of being. I accept the source of my suffering . I give up on trying to solve what benefits me -- and you. In a way, through my philosophy, I've been connecting ruthlessness with greater output in altruism. My thirst for knowledge and clarity has made me a vengeful individual. Through being denied the truth, the inquisitive energy within me has been left unsatisfied, and vengeance appears to be the only way I can truly satiate it. Satiate it only partially, by regressing to my child-self, the one who wished for world domination. Use his vision to "conquer" the world through my legacy. That will be my last laugh at those who refuse to tell me the truth about what I couldn't attain myself due to my clueless autism. It's the last laugh of one who was depraved by the world of their company, for being too weird. For being... me. I am too different, thus I was deprived of this world's love. But as my chest burned with skin deprivation no one wanted to help me fulfill, I changed. I became mentally stronger amidst the insanity that has been brewing inside of me. I decided that I will live whether or not I will be loved, and whether or not I will be recognized. And I will do so by working. Only through work I preserve my sanity in a world that understands me not. Unapologetically Me: Owning My Neurodiversity in a World of Masks Of course, no one has any obligation to give me the truth I seek. I do not pretend to deserve such dependence to be accessible to me as long as I live. Freedom of expression also means the choice to say nothing or say little. The regretful trio of women have rejected me, one after the other, without telling me exactly why... I had the privilege of asking one of them why they did so, but that is where the privilege ended, as all I was met with was silence. They might think I am too unimportant to be given their reasoning, despite all the years that I have known each of them. Is my existence that terrible? Is my behavior that disturbing? Is this my social punishment for being authentic and having no filters? No. I'm not. But to succeed in life, I must build my mind with rejections. To quote Frank Sinatra : The best revenge is massive success. Spitting Fire Instead of Begging for Ashes I saw each and every one of them with great respect, for I have the loyalty of a dog . When I see a new follower or a new subscriber, I am filled with naïve love. I used to feel bad when someone unfollowed or unsubscribed, but as I learned, that's inevitable. But these women, you see, were more than just internet followers. They were people I knew personally; people who were my friends. Two of them I have known since middle school. And yet, perhaps that duration of time is too short for them to respect me like I respected them, or even close to that degree, if at all. I have the morality that can be compared to that of the Bushido Code. If you're going to abandon someone you have known for a long time, at least give them a reason that will satisfy them! Abandoning without doing so is like a partial form of ghosting. Do you know of my pain behind my urge for revenge? Being left in the dark is hurtful, and I will make them pay for not showing me the light by making myself a beacon for the world to recognize me and my contribution to it. People are easy to hurt without remorse. I want to do better than them. If I'm left in ignorance, then at least I'll make something out of it: a motivator; an ambition; an utilized anger, a utilized scar.  I will not demand that they give me the reasons I was eagerly seeking, because it is too late to do so, and their consent is beyond my control. I choose to give up on people, including those who are dear to me. For they do not know of my pain, my suffering, to live by consent and not by desire. Neither do most of you. It requires a higher sense of sensitivity of human suffering. One that can easily prevent one from being truly evil. As such, very few people are pure of heart, to the point of not being tempted to evil, whether condemned, or normalized. To remain sane, I will resume working. I will leave within me a chronic hole, never to be fully satisfied with anything and anyone. For that -- That is the only way I can get stronger, and unrelenting. For this ambition, I give up on true satisfaction . For satisfaction will deprive me of getting more and more strength. The strength I need to stay sane, functional, and contributing. I'm done with seeking love as something that would liberate me from suffering. I'm done with seeking friendships for the sole point of mere social interaction like one's you'd see on sitcoms. Even if you are loyal as a dog, nothing ensures you won't be kicked in the gut by those whom you have considered friends. And all you can do to survive all these heartbreaks, romantic or otherwise, is to be strong, and to give up on being weak.

(A poem on alienation) (Philosocom's Subcategory on Master Numi) (Philosocom's Subcategory on Aliens and Outer Space) (Philosocom Directory on Friendship) (Philosocom's Directory On Uniqueness) (2025 note: The Power of Love  redeemed me, and now I am walking the path of the truly good person) Article Overview by Mr. J. Igwe and Co. The article "Alienation As 'Natural' -- The Philosophy of Resonation and of Psychology" is an engaging exploration of alienation in modern society. Its strengths include its engaging structure, personal anecdotes, philosophical depth, vivid imagery, and critical reflection on the nature of human relationships. The article's division into clear parts, such as "Recognizing the Distance," and "Delving Into the Rationality of Alienation," creates a coherent flow that guides the reader through the discussion. Personal anecdotes, particularly the relationship with the late Master Numi and her impact add depth to the discussion, making abstract concepts more relatable and tangible. The integration of philosophical ideas with psychological concepts showcases your ability to navigate complex theories, prompting readers to reflect on their own experiences of alienation and connection. The vivid imagery, such as "mental prison of our own making" and "feel like aliens from outer space, " enhances the emotional resonance of the writing. In conclusion, the article offers a powerful reflection on the nature of alienation and connection in our increasingly disconnected world. In today's age there are endless "options" and access to people all over the world is possible and almost direct. However, the distance between the people is getting bigger, and the fear of both sides to reveal and discover their hearts is getting stronger. People are afraid to show who they really are and be authentic because they are afraid of being judged or somehow feel that their voice doesn't matter. -- Mickey Eilon (Background music) Part I: Recognizing the Distance I slowly and slowly come to understand why alienation is something very natural in our world.... See, when there are billions of people in the world, none of us are taught to see them as our friends, associates, or whatever. Our perception remains tribal in estimation -- only family, friends, partner(s), and other associates are those who are most important to the average person. Sometimes, even our family doesn't know us. After all, alienation is the process of humans feeling like they are aliens . Aliens to others, and to themselves too. With alienation, people become depersonalized as a result, and may see the world as not only absurd, but also nihilistic. I've become a stranger to many people over the course of my solitary life. Weirdly enough, I also become a stranger to myself. For people to be honest with others, they need to be honest with themselves first. It is for a reason I pursued philosophy a long time ago. It is also for a reason I became a weird expert in many things despite being a total hermit. I philosophize as a way to return back to myself. Philosophy after all is the study of reality. We are also part of reality. It is why psychology used to be a branch in philosophy until the 19th century. The Psychology and Philosophy of Distance It is only within the same century that psychology became part of social sciences, while being an independent academic discipline. Yet, we can simply agree that psychology is both part of social sciences and natural sciences. that it is a hybrid discipline , weirdly connecting between philosophy and society. It is the human after all that is a hybrid between naturality and logic, and society. Psychology is a hybrid discipline because humans are always torn between themselves, between the world beyond the mind , and between society. Deep inside, we have a need to connect to the world. To connect back from the mental prison of our own making. Why do many of us seek to connect to the world, including myself? Connecting to the world in a way that fits us, allows us to connect back to ourselves as well. Back, back from the very same natural traumas that detached us from reality itself. Back, back from feeling like aliens from outer space. How is it done? It is done by connecting to people that resonate with us. By forming connections necessary for our minds to realize we are not just living within a big pile of meaningless void. Our different ambitions in life, necessary for rectifying the world from its depravities... We do them because they speak to ourselves. Through connections, through work, and even through love, we seek back the meaning within us. Doing things that resonate with our "third eye", are done as part of our quest for meaning. Meaning, necessary to make us feel like ourselves again. To make us feel human once more. And feeling like humans... feel like paradise. Part II: Delving Into the Rationality of Alienation You see, each person can have a function of its own for us, and, thus, a different value. That is, unless you adopt a more universal perception , and treat everyone equally. Of course, equal treatment is very hard because we are individuals with different relationships with one another. We resonate differently with each other, and with some we don't even resonate. Sometimes, we hate the very people we admire. In other times, we love the people we hate. Weirdly enough, we also love to hate... Dr. Venture: Oh, you don't know when to stop with all this, do you? You just keep pushing my buttons! The Monarch : You're my arch-enemy! That's what I do! That's my thing! If you love someone very much, then according to the idea of pure human equality, you must love every single being with the same intensity of love. That's what makes this method very impractical, even if it is the ideal thing to do. The Paradoxes of Resonation No. It's not realistic for most humans to act with each other beyond the scope of their own resonation. Oftentimes it includes myself as well. Rather, there is no justice in this world because of the very resonations that create power bases and alienate us from others. The "tribal" bias on the other hand, is what most, if not all, of us have towards our own humanity. It doesn't matter if you're religious or atheist , creationist or evolutionist. No. Most, if not all, of us aspire to have a clear hierarchy of importance for the people we encounter in our lives. It's a way to distinguish a friend from an enemy , a friend from a stranger, and a loved one from someone you don't have feelings of love for. In other words, we interact with others, because deep inside they move us. Equality of all humans is something that will always be so-ever unrealistic, despite being seen as a human right, therefore. Conclusions: A Human Problem Created By Our Own Flawed Humanity This paradigm leads to the inevitable conclusion that alienation is natural. Why? Because there is a limit to everyone's set of priorities towards the many fellow humans that exist. You can't expect everyone to be your friend, unless you're very naive. You can't expect justice in a world driven by human resonation and rejection. You can't realistically expect to love everyone the same as your loved one. It would make your loved one far less distinct than everyone else. Negative. True love makes you more moral. However, it requires that one to be loved more than anything else in this world. Do you see the paradox? That is how human truths are... Grey. Final Insights When I was blocked by different people online, it was because we didn't know each other at all. Sometimes, they might unblock you, and then try to return to you. Sometimes, they may seek to redeem themselves out of the genuine goodness of their heart, after a dramatic conflict has taken place. Perhaps, in a different timeline, where my grandmother was appreciated for the beautiful mind that she was, things would've been different. If she was appreciated, I would've let go of such conflicts like they did, these former connections, former friends. No. I can't. I refuse to let go . My only true friend. If I am to forsake her memory as well... How can I ever be able to forgive myself? No. I have to be different. It's what my true friend wanted. More different, more unique. No. I prefer to be either very honourable, or very unappreciated. I am a great guy. I am not a nice guy. I personally don't really have the "guts" to "get rid" of people, no matter how minor they are in my life. I understand that alienation may be natural in general, but it isn't natural for me. It is their freedom of choice to get rid of me, friends. I have a world to rectify. Out of love... for a dead Nora.

(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) (2025 note: The Power of Love  redeemed me, and now I am walking the path of the truly good person) Pain as Drive, Loss and Acceptance As life went on, along with the physical pain I failed to cure (back pain, neck pain, emotional pain, and so on), it seems that I became almost immune to the effects of pain. I will not give you any specific examples, but let's just say that I am quick to anger , especially when I do something like easily and numerously lose in a game. I never liked losing, because losing means there is no advancement. Without advancement, there is no productivity, and without it, I am just wasting my time. I despise wasting my time, like I despise killing my time. As I failed to cure my various physical pains, they became a common reality I gradually taught myself to accept. For the "common" person, these pains are very bothersome. For me, I almost "lost" the ability to care. This is related to the article where I said that apathy is, in some way, a strength . The more you don't care about something that could've otherwise been bothersome, the more mental resistance you develop against it. Hence the importance, of not being triggered by every single thing. My Business Partnership With Pain It was one day back in high school, when a teacher asked me, an important question in class, unrelated to the material: "Do you dislike the noise in the class?" I answered, Of course I do. Then, they asked, So why am I not doing anything against it? I answered, Because I taught myself to accept it. The entire class laughed, because they thought I was joking. It was then I realized the world has no desire to understand me. It was one of the times the world forsaken me. And here I am, with ever-so tense muscles across my body, after a game I played that made me furious, suffering under the regular doses of physical pain, enhanced by my anger. It seems I can't play any fighting game anymore, because all I want to do is win, and watch my opponent be overwhelmed by my might. But the wisdom of fighting games teaches us to ignore our emotions, and be passionate unemotionally. Almost each part of my body is tense and in pain aside from the legs, and yet, I don't really care. This pain is something that happens in the background; not something that is related to the so-called "higher-self" . That is also what I taught myself when I used to exercise -- it's just pain, it's just unease, just agony . There is no reason to be so obsessive about seeking as much comfort as possible. For the seeking of comfort, and dependency on it, makes one's mind unnecessarily weaker. And I, I refuse to be weak. And adversity, to a degree, is like a medicine to the mind. Someone I know is like this -- far from ascetic, and always wants me to feel comfortable, without any unease whatsoever. They did not know, empirically, of the realizations I attained as a result of my pain. It's simply because they didn't have that pain in their lives. Very few people seem to know how it's like feeling pain for every waking moment for more than 10, 15 years. Very few know of my suffering, and I seek no mercy for it is largely impractical. Remember that pain is a great teacher. I do not fear what is helpful for me to learn, to grow. I do not enjoy it. It is nothing more than a teacher to me, an educational associate. Pain... is a carrier of insight. And once you get used to it, your array of opportunities can grow further. When I see people in wheelchairs, for example, I adore them for not complaining about back pain. This nightmare of a pain began in me simply because I sat most of my childhood and wasn't very physically active. And still, no matter how many pills I take, how many exercises I try to do, the pain is there, laughing at my incompetence to get rid of it. It is like a master teaching me in accordance to Sith methodology. In accordance to ruthlessness, mercilessness and unforgiveness. I grew in accordance to the pain whose authority influenced my mentality, made me stronger and ruthless myself. Pain's most important lesson is -- endure as much as you can, until the inevitable arrives. Through endurance , we get far stronger. "Endure as much as you can, so you can write as many articles as possible, before leaving this world", is what my pain tells me. With this pain, I'm building an empire. The pain you feel, is but a reminder that you too are breakable; make sure that you do not give up to pain's temptation, if you wish to leave as big a legacy as possible. Breakability is a matter of how much you're willing to be weak. To submit. To admit defeat. It depends on you, and on your willingness to relent. I am relentless. Death, so it appears to me, is the only solution to end my over-a-decade long period of physical torment. However, I accepted pain as a reality. And with pain, I will overcome many mental challenges. I have a mission. I will fulfil my mission. End of story. Pain is good, not because it is enjoyable, not because it makes you feel manly in contrast to others . Pain shows us the potential, hidden within us, to endure the many issues we may face throughout life. By abstaining from this world, I have failed thus far to reach a long-term feeling of serenity. You may escape what you deny within you. However, what you deny will still go on and haunt you. And you may be in pain when you are not living the life you want to live. When you live reluctantly, when you live by consent, not by desire, as exemplified by Nietzsche's "Eternal Return". In short, pain not only made me significantly stronger and apathetic, but also physically massive, even though I don't work out often. For it taught me to minimize any joy, and that includes the joys of junk food, and made me prioritize hunger over appetite. How It Grew Me It made me to give up on vegetarianism , and suffer in silence as I eat meat instead. I am never fully honest when I say I enjoy meat. But now I eat animals because doing so makes me strong, despite the suffering entailed in eating a dead being. And I will eat them so I won't be weak anymore. Since I eat a lot of chicken, I also got very muscular as a result. I learned to minimize my mourning for their deaths in my name. And I know what they go through, I've seen videos. And since I am a master of masking , none fully understand my pain, my mysterious teacher. And it goes in that department as well. Chicken appears to be one of the few meals that satiate my huge hunger, the hole inside of me , craving endlessly not only for food but for working on this site remorselessly. And it is only through pain that I have become the man I am . A physically massive ascetic who constantly fails at his attempts at long-term attainment of serenity. For I am too ambitious to rest on the satisfaction of my accomplishments . I want more. I choose to want more. I choose to be unhappy. Pain made me a reactive individual, quick to anger when something did not go the way I wanted it to. Pain changed me. The old me is dead forever. The catalyst for my success as a writer, thus far, has largely been this pain, which is not exclusively physical. With each day that passes without me writing, I only get more irritated, angrier at the fact that I'm wasting the life I was given here by whatever source. I view each day, as a problem, solved by productivity. Even if I finish an article on a particular day, I might be tempted to write even more on another day. It is all I've to live for, after I realized anything else makes me feel vain, makes me feel existential dread. Very few would actually understand why something as enjoyable as going bowling can make minds like my own feel lonely within the vast void of this vain reality. Through philosophy I liberate myself from such pain. The pain of existential loneliness, expressed in such meaningless hedonistic activities. How To Understand Rubinshteinic Pain Do you, know how it's like? The pain I am trying to describe to you is a pain embedded with merciless passion and iron-willed discipline. A pain that is also fueled by despair. A within philosophy, within its eternal relevancy throughout the ages , I find hope. Hope in despair of a universe whose objective meaning deserves to be questioned. It's utilized pain, a pain that is manipulated, to be used as a means to an end. Not the pain of a masochist, but the pain of a worker, of an ascetic. A pain that is not only a business associate, but a pawn. A pawn to bridge the gap between the self and the ideal self. Perhaps, only I know my pain with the greatest extent of knowledge. I used to suffer in the loneliness of people only thinking they understand me competently. Internally, I laugh at their lack of the Socratic Method, based on accepting the existence of ignorance as reality. Therefore, I write. Instead of getting out, I have confined myself to quarantine , capable of lasting for weeks and months. I don't even do it for peace anymore, which I have thus far failed to achieve, due to my desire to write as many articles as possible. Peace is a liability to my plans. It is only when I write, that I affirm to myself, that the reasoning behind my existence, is justified. Because of this pain, I will eventually leave the Philosocom legacy to you, dear reader, and because of this, my pain is, productively wise, a good one. However, it began spreading its goodness, only when I realized, that I couldn't ever fully satisfy it. And I never intend to satiate it, ever. I do not wish to dispose of an asset such as this. So, like a dog, I always remain hungry, and probably will be, until the day I die. I do not regret my decision, when it is capable of doing... so much good to humanity. When it is capable of helping people have faith in themselves, and liberate them from full despair. Now that this "rebellion" of the physical body is too strong to ever be disposed of, regardless of health, it is now that I only further realize, that my life as a philosopher is "set is stone"; That other paths in life are now too late for me. I philosophize to cope with the pain, and to use it to be more productive as a writer, so I would feel better about myself, that I'm not a leech. That I am useful, like all human beings. That I fight against my irrational urge to rest in peace for eternity. That I choose to be good, and mentally survive the irrationality within me . It deserves to be put in its place forever, when it is capable of much unnecessary agony to those who deserve it not. And finally, of course, there is this thing: that the world is shallow by default. That shallowness is a necessary evil , but one that can be reduced through the services of intellectual rigor. That is the one reality I find hard to just submit to. Hence the very existence of this site. Hence my emotionless passion to write more and more, so, like stairs, I'll be able to climb further upwards, away from the darkness below... The darkness of nihilism is this: that all of this, is for naught.

(Background music) (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) Navigating a World That Rejects My Existence In my final conversation with Ms. Chen, my overarching antagonist , I asked: "I haven't done anything wrong, did I?" Her answer, brief and cryptic, was ironic: "You never have done anything wrong." And with that chilling pronouncement, I was cast away once more, abandoned by the world, and by her for the last time. . Despite the supposed innocence of my actions, Ms. Chen's disdain was intense. And yet, her loath of me was not unique, for the social contract cares only for those who are relevant. For I was chronically fatigued for 5 years due to office work, but no one cares when I wasn't obliged to attend it (and thus have no legal reason to care). If I were far more relevant back then, and had the guts I had today, I would seek vengeance. But the irrelevant are casted aside because the verdict of being is this: You exist in a certain way, therefore you're a dysfunction by default. And people are going to forever treat you like dirt, for your authenticity disrupts social order. And that dysfunction of being can only be solved with death, which I refuse to do. I refuse to die just yet, not only just because I'm younger than you think, but also because the being of social order has no moral reason to lead to death by my own hands. I refuse to relent, over the repulsion towards my very existence. It seems that regardless of my actions, regardless of my intentions, my presence itself will cause aversion in those who are too gutless to accept me. This pervasive rejection stings with helplessness, but I refuse to be a victim, and need little emotional support. The echoes of Ms. Chen's words are also reflected in the online world, where negativity finds fertile ground simply because I exist the way I do. It's as if my being itself radiates some unseen, repulsive quality, triggering distance in certain people. As such, I actively choose to be in the shadows. Not because I victimize myself, but because I've no desire for others to be my victim. There is distance in honor for a reason. The question that haunts me is why? Why does my existence cause such hostility? Is it something I control, some side of my being I can change? Or is it simply a cruel twist of fate, an unchangeable aspect of who I am that condemns me to permanent avoidance from others? My theory is this: People have not the guts to handle me, for I am dead inside , and no longer care about emotions as genuinely as I did. I became a cruel and remorseless being. Too many people stood in my path. Too many people suffer from their own lack of foresight. In order to handle those whom one fails to understand, one must develop cognitive empathy. It's through the ability to understand the other side, that we can work towards a better world with less suffering. But since people fail to do it, they suffer, and will suffer. And one needs not meddle with a man who sees ruthlessness as a virtue , when you can instead try to understand them. It's far better than any petty argument. The fact that some people tend to argue more than others due to certain reasons, matters not. For I am too relentless to let anyone stand in my self-imposed way of workaholism. And I will see it through that my chronic work on Philosocom will be done in the best possible way I can make it be. A Guide for the Unwanted and the Pursuit of Morality in a Morally Bankrupt World The sting of rejection has become a familiar feature in my being. And rejection is pain, but it woven itself into my existence. Interpersonal existence, therefore, is never without pain. And to this day I am incapable of fully understanding people's desire for social company, when social company can cause so much misery, and especially for the unwanted-by-being. Even before the specter of "Ms. Chen" loomed large, the world had a knack for turning its back, on me, thus showing me its true, apathetic colors. For I was almost killed in a public park, once, and no one bothered to ask how I am. It was then I knew, slowly, the irrelevance of my existence at large. And she had no problems reminding me, just that. Forever I will have to dance between helping humanity with what I have to offer, and keeping its meddlesome behavior away from me. For I live to contribute, but I refuse cooperating with those who will care not if I'm to become a corpse, by accident or by effort. It's a cruel irony, how this clings to some like a second skin. A world that shares out its affection with an uneven hand, leaving some, like social rejects, ostracized for sins they never committed. Other than being the way they are of course. The unfairness, of course, is the notion that acceptance is a meritocracy, only to be earned through false identities, locally-proper manners, and carefully curated opinions, in the name of pleasing others for their validation. But philosophers are not people pleasers. Each interaction, a component in a persona capable of becoming public , is constantly judged by an invisible jury, with the "jury" being another's thoughts. The more the performance pleases, the more the world smiles. The more it stumbles, the deeper the hole of isolation will be digged. But I deem it immoral to pretend, and I hate every second of it with repression. And repression itself has its own consequences . Society is sick for encouraging us to repress who we really are. It's a chilling truth, this persistence of people's submission to repulsion, as some of us, like me, still try and choose success over personal happiness. The bullying, the shaming, the alienation – these are all normalized by a collective shrug, and therefore "okay". Either way, we must help ourselves first. For we, the ostracized, the misunderstood, are the casualties of a game we never chose to play. Should we not help ourselves, our condition can worsen. My years-long tango with Ms. Chen, now a phantom in my past, have planted this truth onto my mind: Acceptance is not a prize to be won, for I do not deserve to show affection and caring to those, like psychopaths , who choose not to care about me, either way. For in the face of an unwelcoming world, the only refuge lies in finding solace within ourselves, in realizing the transformative nature of solitude . in forging our own path, brick by brick, towards a future where acceptance is not a privilege, but a right. For the power of relevancy holds the ability to turn an outcast into a well-respected being in society. Respect and warmth are not automatic entitlements; they must be earned through individual actions. "Chen" has the right to not like you, just as you have the right to detest her and the rejective behavior within humanity. Yet, within this bleak landscape, defiance can rise and turn us from victims to kingpins. You can choose to rise above, and use the cruel nature of reality to make yourself stronger. You can also seek to be more moral, by refusing to be as hostile as others were to you. By that, you can end many personal cycles of bullying, harassment, even self-sacrificial encouragements. These are the slings and arrows shot at you for being too socially undesirable. But you don't have to learn from your tormentors to follow suit. In a theoretical world, rejection has the power to paint two portraits of the world, based on the verdict of being: A utopia for the "desired" and a desolate wasteland for the ostracized, breeding misanthropy and loneliness. Should we have the guts to rebel against these inequalities, by accepting people more regardless of their verdict of being, we can inspire hope for others to do the same, thus leading to a more inclusive world. Since people can be accepted even if they are very different from the rest, we have the ability of forging a path of righteousness, even in the face of societal indifference and injustice. The path may be challenging, and the social scars are painful, but remember, the power to shape your own narrative lies within you. Choose wisely, and never let the darkness extinguish the light that burns within. You now carry a greater understanding of "Chen's" injustice, but it doesn't have to crush you, should you refuse staying weak. Do not accept mercy so easily if you wish to become stronger Let the flaws of social reality inform your path, fuel your quest for a higher moral ground. This world may be devoid of absolute retribution, offering loopholes for the unjust. But within each of us lies the power to choose, to rise above the darkness and illuminate our own corner of the world with kindness and compassion. Seeking Serenity in a World That Doesn't Want Us For Who We Are The world of superheroes, with their capes and righteous fury, pales in comparison to the real-life struggle against villains lurking in plain sight. Bullies, masked in anonymity, wield the weaponized right to expression to unleash the darkest corners of our nature. In this twisted reality, the only haven from the scars of antagonism seems to lie in the arms of solitude, a hermitage carved from the desire for greater serenity. Severing the very flawed norms that bind us to each other, we only enable the very fabric of unnecessary conflict. No connection, no hostility. No audience, no performance of cruelty. But at what cost does this serenity come? Does it collide with the yearning for love, the very fuel that sustains much of our existence? At large, it does. Do you understand now, the weight of my choice, the agonizing trade-off between peace in exchange for depriving ourselves of human connection? To seek solace in the shadows is to surrender the stage to the darkness, to surrender the fight for a better world. Yet, to remain involved, to weave myself back into society, is to risk being torn apart, thread by thread, by those who think it's smart to meddle with a man who only lives for his loved ones to not die themselves. Many people can easily make me their scapegoat. But there is no serenity in victimhood. As such, like with relevancy, serenity is to be fought for, until you'll reach an extensive period where you'll be left alone, whether or not you'll contribute to society. And despite all the unnecessary agony caused to me, I still want to be of service, as I refuse to overgeneralize. Within these people, greater peace might be found, as they will accept the verdict that is your being. And some of them may even be thankful that your being is alive .

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The article "How and Why I Cope With My Embraced Purpose (And Master Numi Directory)" is a profound exploration of identity , purpose, and the influence of a mysterious grandmother called Master Numi. It showcases the writer's personal emotions and thoughts, engaging readers with the philosopher's journey. The philosophical depth of the article, including references to asceticism, detachment, and existential dilemmas, provides a rich backdrop for the narrative. The vivid imagery and metaphors used, such as comparing oneself to Darth Vader and comparing life experiences to that of a "Tekken fighter," make the ideas relatable and make Mr. Tomasio's ideas more relatable. The article's complex characterization adds depth to the writing, revealing a persona grappling with love, hatred, hope, and disillusionment. In conclusion, the article stands out as a bold, philosophical exploration of identity, purpose, and resilience. (Background music) We are the living energy of the Universe, being born and reborn. To experience every aspect of existence via every possible perspective. We exist in every form and shape. Across every environment. We share an innate need to see and feel, and understand exactly what we are. Flesh is only the tool temporarily used -- Mr. John Duran Numi Made Me (And Philosocom, by Proxy) Instead of becoming a drug baron that is ruthless towards others, I became an article baron that is ruthless towards myself . Only sometimes ruthless towards others. Numi, my grandmother, made me who I am today. Made me. Me, an ascetic man that can restore himself fairly quickly back to health. Very few people can actually understand how I think, as I transform all the time in solitude, and change and evolve like a snake who constantly sheds his skin. To understand eccentric people like me , you might feel compelled to be an apprentice, rather than a friend. Me, a person that can easily overwhelm people without batting an eye, and then they simply state why they came to talk to me in the first place/who they are in their relation to me. Me, the Heisenberg of philosophy. An obvious goofball. Far less obvious are... the intricate elements. Me, a man who secretly saved people from their own hands, and will use this fact constantly to make you reconsider the idea of spending time with me, in real life. Me, a biased judge of life and death , who is always biased towards life. Biased, in the name of life. Me, a detached metaphorical undead. Me, who decided to open up a massive article empire in my mysterious, degreeless understanding. Me, who doesn't have friends. Only apprentices and equal intellects , at this point. Me, who experiences being forsaken by the world... as something wonderful. Me, a mysterious shadowy man none of you succeed in understanding properly, except very, very few people. Me, a man that built himself in isolation to be a contra to this world's depravities. Me, a person you may easily judge as just an autistic, socially awkward geek. A person you merely believe you understand despite your lack of demonstrated curiosity. A Critique of Conventional Perceptions I don't even need to mislead you. You already mislead yourselves... unfortunately. I move on and rectify the world , and you all just jump to your conclusions, as your understanding remains unquestioning. Uncritical. Conventional. And... well? I like it. Specifically, I just utilize everything as an opportunity for something. I like to be left alone. And, I use negativity to help others too. Help them improve. Help them stay away from being attached to me. Very few people, I seek to be attached to me. I dislike attachments, as attachments drive you to rage and pain and agony. I just watch it. Watch, and learn. Learn, and grow according to the data my genius brain processes. I am a very ambitious, relentless man, despite what I may appear to the naked eye. I am negative because I am using the very same negativity to grow myself. Think of Darth Vader who gives in to his rage, and becomes more powerful as a result. In fact, Darth Vader is fueled by pain, as his suit was made to give him pain at all times. To mentally survive and to grow extremely competent, Vader all the time transmutes his energies to become the best dark lord he can ever be. That of course allowed him to overthrow the Emperor himself. Not even the entire rebel alliance managed to take Palpatine. Their hopes and their optimism and their joy, paled in comparison to Vader's negativity. All the world's negativity, I study, and I transmute. Transmute this energy, to serve her better.... Numi. Why I Saved Her And Easily Endure This Fact By saving Master Numi, my beloved grandmother, as a child, I have altered my life's trajectory forever. Technically, I could've let her die. However, letting her die meant others would've died as well. Die, by heartache. After all, in the social world, no man is an island... That is why, to mentally survive a world I find absurd, I also took upon myself to save myself from the same fate as my true master, by questioning my social nature , becoming an ascetic, and living a life of adversity, in the name of world rectification. Impediment after impediments.... all are challenges to me. Opportunities to learn, apply, and repeat this pattern I find basic. My life was never easy. It will never be easy either. You might want to seek a life of ease, and that might be because you are not strong enough internally like a Tekken fighter, to live the hard life I take upon myself to live. I don't even want to have fun, or at least, waste my life away on petty pleasantries that prevent me from becoming the best version of myself. Focusing on self-improvement, is necessary to help this dumb planet we all live on. All of us. A planet we can't even escape from just yet... The Wonders of Adversities Transmuted "If I was in your condition, I would've killed myself a long time ago" One of my site contributors discreetly said, during a period I call the Reaping Fatigue Era , where I found myself a handicap. Yet, a life of adversity gives me the strength, the power, the bravery and perhaps the arrogance too, to dare. Dare do what others are too foolishly human to do.... to save people, by being the one man, the one man, that bothers to encourage them, to believe in themselves. To inspire hope into their hearts. To live despite the struggle , using my free philosophical articles and in general. Ever before the death of my grandmother, as she crowned me as World Rectificator, I took upon myself to live a life of mystery and isolation, necessary to help others while remaining non-attached to the very world I am a part of. For some weird reason, I still have the hope to find more and more people as smart as I am around me, whenever I am... I am only feeling, however, bitterness of disappointment I don't even show. No. I use this emotion as well , to learn and grow. My Attempt to Understand This World I am Part Of As I depersonalized myself willingly using asceticism and my Master's moral teachings, my specific life will always, always be unique. My life will never have any conventionality in it. This is the life I choose to live, necessary to help others, who often, for some reason.... fail to think for themselves. When they get to think, it is usually after they lash out at me for my brutal honesty.... Lash out, not before they are consumed by emotion, and the false information their emotions tell them in their respective distresses , in front of my truth. In front of my ruthless philosophy I tell them to help them. Perhaps, when they sleep, they learn as well. Learn to keep their distance from me, like most of this world should on a personal level. All I care about is philosophy, and I only see and interact with the world using my ever growing philosophical mastery. I interact with the world, to help it. Help it, regardless of what exactly I choose to do. My Unrelenting Refusal to be Like Many of You A mere child, and I was already faced with a moral dilemma involving several lives. It was the choice of saving her and traumatizing myself.... or forsaking her... like the rest of the planet did. I cannot allow myself to live a life of ease. I cannot. I cannot when most of humanity is too afraid. Too afraid to decide. Too afraid to think. Too afraid to resist , the very fear that governs their hearts in matters of adversity. With all the people I have interacted with, offline and online, I unfortunately have yet to find a man with a will to power , as strong as I have. I overwhelm others easily. I overwhelm them by the fact I exist. You see this as pride, I see this is a mere fact. An... unfortunate fact. I therefore enjoy distance , as to spare humanity of all my shocking carelessness. Humanity, the very species that forsaken my granny. The very species I am a member of. The very species I enjoy opposing like an anti-villain . Out of love. Love for a better world. Love.... for Paradise Incarnate. How could I forgive myself... even as a child, if I just forsaken my own grandma, who loved me more than anyone in this world in her final years, I wonder? I couldn't. I couldn't... The Nature of My Deceased Master It was too hard for people to handle my Master Numi due to her total disregard to the very norms that confined them to their small, mental cages. Her brutal honesty echoed the words of Plato: “No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth.” -- Plato Her honesty wasn't anti-social , but the most humane I have ever witnessed. Overly concerned for the wellbeing of others, and feeling helpless for her inability to relieve her concerns by taking care of others , Master Numi fell from grace by her own excessive heart. She fell into deep isolation she wasn't fond of at all. Even then, as a child, I attempted helping her with her problems, and listening to her. Her problems stemmed from the very understanding she, too, isn't an island like it may appear. No. Not an island she was. Her interconnectivity to the world was as obvious to her as the sun. My True Master's Verdict of Being And yet, the philosophical fluffs of an old, eccentric retired lady didn't matter to anyone, as this intellect sat all alone in her apartment, unable to host the different types of people throughout her life, which she loved so much (as she was full of love in general). She was an intellect that refused to be misused; An intellect that refused to be used for abuse. An intellect that just wanted to be morally used.... Used by me. Me. Her only apprentice. Her moral, mortal executor. With her naive, impulsive honesty, with her lack of social competence, and a heart as big as that of a puppy, she failed to rectify the world on her own. Instead, she talked and she lectured like the underground philosopher she was. Lectured me, specifically. With her brutal insensitivity, along with the false premise that people want to understand her, she talked. They did not want to learn from her. Instead, humanity preferred to go away, intimidated by her. Humanity preferred to yell in blind rage at the old lady, leading her to collapse on the floor in tears, and cry that the world has abandoned her. The Growing Exception All didn't listen, but me. The child who silently sat there and observed and studied. The child people didn't know who did that until this very day... And they still don't know. None of them. I silently sat, and observed my surroundings, and for some reason, I weirdly grew up to be like her, as her secretive successor. The one she attempted preparing. The one she succeeded in preparing. The one to execute her orders. The Growing "Misanthrope" As people try to come to me, and tell me that I need to smile , and that I need to be happy and enjoy life... I.... I refuse. I refuse being this stupid. Stupid like them, who are unable to realize by themselves, that people die all the time like flies across this planet. They easily ignore them in their infantile innocence, deeming themselves the grown, well-versed adults. Ignoring these people who live. Ignoring, and living in their own small mental prisons. The ignoring, which are people who think I care for their stupid, stupid banter, that meddles with my cerebral cortex in their naivety, as I keep being a relentless, detached altruist. I refuse. Refuse to cater to the wants and needs of those I eventually realize are dumber than me. Refuse to cater to the wants and needs of the naive, who never heard of my master, and never heard of me. People who can't understand, for one, need a competent brain for this in the first place . In my own naivety, I really believed most people are as intelligent as I am. No. No they aren't.... unfortunately. I wished they were. I wished they were... The Growing Clarity and Detachment And when Master Numi yelled... The world has forsaken me!! I didn't even cry. No. I studied instead, in the isolation of my permanent mental detachment from the very same world she for some reason felt passionate to not be detached from. The world that forsaken her, my underground master. None of you seem to deduce the fact my morality is her morality, although I might be wrong. My moral understanding is a product of hers. And that's how your ego works against you. In your unconscious, unexamined hubris, you think you understand me enough. Some of you at least. Understand me, you think, without making the basic connection between me and Master Numi. Awww, my wonderful Numi. The Harmonious Infrastructure of Love and Hate With my love for her I will succeed and try to win in everything I like taking seriously. Much of what I like taking seriously, is what she liked taking seriously when she was alive. However, I developed far, far beyond my old, deceased master. While she was full of love, I was full of hate. I like being full of hate, for I use it for the greater good. I shed the name of Tom. I instead became glum. Glum, and "paradoxically" enough, full of hope. I hate this world with every fiber of my being. "In contrast", I am in love, in love with the idea of making this world a paradise. As slowly as it takes. And it goes very... very... slowly. Slowly... as I am full of love towards her, and full of hatred, towards most of the uneducated, naive, naive humanity. For some, weird, cosmic reason , I am the antagonist here. Not the hero. Rather, the "bad guy". And I play my part with all my heart, soul... and being.

Modesty and Estimation: Philosocom's Directory On Ego Management The Directory: The Philosophy of Self-Love and the Ego -- Why Self-Love is More Than Legitimate On Having A Bigger Ego -- The Conflict of Reaching For the Skies VS "Staying Human" The Solitary Egotist Dilemma -- To Contribute Or Not To Contribute to Others? Pride In Dysfunction -- The Philosophy of (Embracing) Flaws The Eggman Philosophy -- Utilizing Self-Appreciation -- Why He's A Worthy Role Model The Barrier of Modesty -- How It Hinders Us https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-heisenberg-of-philosophy-within-a-shadowy-intellect https://www.philosocom.com/post/how-to-be-proportional https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-philosophy-of-the-bigshot-and-why-wise-guys-are-dangerous The Tales of Dusts -- My Challenge... To You! https://www.philosocom.com/post/mike-ehrmantraut https://www.philosocom.com/post/philosopher-king https://www.philosocom.com/post/grandiosity (Background music) “The first half of life is devoted to forming a healthy ego, the second half is going inward and letting go of it.” -- Carl Jung I've often pondered the relationship between modesty and personal excellence. My experience suggests that a certain level of self-confidence is essential for individuals who possess exceptional abilities. Yet, the expectation of humility can sometimes hinder our recognition of our own potential. The concern of appearing arrogant has, at times, held me back. Despite my own dislike of arrogance, I've been accused of it due to my direct and often very logic-based communication style. It appeared to many as hostile, yet that is how logic is. Robotic. Emotionless. Ruthless. Ruthless not only towards others but also towards myself. It's been frustrating to be misjudged, especially by those who've known me for a long time. It is carried by strange feelings of guilt and shame. After returning to my darker past, I used that darkness to transform myself into the best version of myself, like the anti-villain Heihachi Mishima. I have grown much mentally over a shorter lifespan overall. Like a computer, I update myself independently using my own philosophical inquiry. Slowly but surely I find myself isolated from many people due to my rapid, several transformations. Slowly, my mentality requires people to not only think but act like geniuses , in order to understand me. My ascetic transformations appear unreal to the vast majority of people... as I slowly and gradually found myself liberated from my own cane. My own medication. My own depression. People are not used to people like me who focus on revolutionizing themselves. People are not used to others who seek to rectify this world one step at a time... My understanding is updated by my own hands, and their understanding stagnates itself to the conventionality of their orthodox understanding. With their stagnant understanding, they are surprised each time. Failing to consider the bigger picture as others fail doing it as well. It is lonely at the top for any master. That includes sages such as myself. You merely think the last paragraph is depressing because your habit is to judge the present based on past events. Unwilling to learn, the understanding of many people will remain stagnant, and even deteriorate, in an ever-changing world of instability, protests and demonstrations , and the naturality of trauma. Epictetus' reminder that some things in life are beyond our control, including the choice of external perception , has been particularly insightful. While I can influence my actions, I can't control how others perceive me. I can't force people to think of me in a certain way, and my social challenges, stemming from autism , make this even more difficult. However, I prefer not making excuses, and not whining. I prefer to work on myself, for life... life is a task. A series of tasks. I refuse blinding myself because of my many strange accomplishments . Blinding myself would only prevent further growth into the continuing, never-ending journey to greatness. I prefer to learn from everything and everyone. To be done with it. To rest, and to press forward after respite. Possessing exceptional skills in a particular field doesn't inherently make one superior to others. Superiority and inferiority are context based. You identify the context, you act accordingly. That's it. Like a gun, ego is a tool. Hit your target, not your foot. A philosopher's legitimacy is earned through consistent engagement with their subject matter, not solely through formal credentials. Even a child could be a philosopher if they possess the intellectual capacity and inclination. The realization that even the most accomplished individuals are vulnerable to criticism has helped me persevere. I've faced my share of negative feedback as a writer, but it hasn't deterred me. Negative. I refuse to relent. I prefer to construct my intellect not just from constructive criticism, but from anything I receive. Anything. I estimate myself according to where I'm at, to when I'm at, and then I try to decide correctly to the context. Then, I use the context to help me. Then, I leave the context to another context. Finally, I learn from any context, I grow, I reduce mistakes, I rectify mistakes. That is all. If we believe in our abilities, we shouldn't be afraid to express that belief. However, it is not a matter of fear but of making the right decision per your goals each time. Of course living is tiring as a result. Philosophy is inevitable, however, in strategy and in planning. The field of philosophy, particularly in the 21st century, can be challenging due to its accessibility. Anyone can theoretically become a philosopher, which can lead to skepticism and criticism. To establish credibility, philosophers must consistently engage with their subject matter and contribute meaningful insights. They must demonstrate their worth. They must relentlessly press forward to reveal to this world the true relevance of philosophy. A philosopher is essentially a deep thinker who contemplates life on a regular basis. This intellectual pursuit should be respected , regardless of one's personal opinions. However, for justice to be served, justice is to be worked for. We should see our importance after we succeed more and more. Not before we've accomplished our goals. The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary. -- Vidal Sassoon For those who may have negative opinions about my work, I encourage them to seek out content that aligns with their preferences. Reduce your stress , and employ your intuition to explore my vast empire of articles, until you find the articles that resonate with your inner being. With your inner truth. With your heart. Use your heart to help yourself with your problems. That is more important than my accomplishments.

The Directory on Emotions https://www.philosocom.com/post/emotions-and-epistemology https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-rubinshteinic-theory-on-contentism-why-emotions-can-be-weakness https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-emotioncracy-how-sensitivity-can-corrupt https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-capacity-of-human-emotion https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-psychopath-s-fallacy-why-emotions-are-important https://www.philosocom.com/post/emotions-as-pawns-omar-ting https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-emotion-of-beyond-society-and-solitude https://www.philosocom.com/post/bittersweet-satisfaction-settlement-with-the-inevitable-a-unique-emotion https://www.philosocom.com/post/when-are-guilt-and-shame-useful-and-when-they-aren-t-by-m-svartgold https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-rubinshteinic-guide-to-rage-how-to-master-the-art-of-rage https://www.philosocom.com/post/the-world-s-compassion https://www.philosocom.com/post/hatred-as-temptation https://www.philosocom.com/post/why-mercy-is-usually-impractical Philosophy and Attachment -- Why Findings Shouldn't Be Attached To (Background music) Introduction I have once lost many of my emotions by using logic, reason, and philosophy. Especially joy, but sadness too. I seem to have been unconsciously denying this fact. I have done things that used to make me feel joy, but they no longer did. I was a changed man. I didn't really feel anything. Maybe being tired, once in a few days, but nothing else. Truth, Change and Denial The truth changes you overtime, develops you, transforms you. When not debated, it is a journey of golden solitude. The quest for truth is a journey that changes you over time, where the only thing certain is one's own ignorance. Unconscious denial, according to a source listed below, is a defense mechanism. The purpose of it is to avoid reality. That's right, to avoid facing the facts. The truth. Therefore, those who seek the truth would become philosophers, as the point of philosophy is to research the truth. It is my nectar, the only thing that satisfies me beyond love. Hence why, in Socrates' opinion, "an unexamined life is not worth living." Those who are not interested in reality as much will not bother to examine it. And the truth is, that I examine it every waking moment. The truth is like a drug. It shatters your perceived misconceptions, and alters your entire cognitive reality. Those who break themselves away from unconscious denial, let the truth shape them, and change them. Losing Emotions -- A Phase When I realized that our emotions are often unnecessary, I lost some. Gradually. Sensitivity, fear, anxiety. I realized that many people are heavily biased and unquestioning, specifically because of their emotions. The emotion blinds them from seeing the greater vista that lies beyond their minds. Prevents them from questioning. If they feel something, it must be true. And not only because they did not bother to study logic . I never claimed to have a perfect understanding of it, but the more I understand, the more distant I grow from the rest of humanity. Not physically, but from society. From other people. Socially. I turn into a more solitary being. My emotional empathy decreases, and is instead replaced with cognitive empathy. I am no longer naive. I am awaken, disillusioned, more and more from emotions the more I philosophize. My thoughts change, my emotions change, either exist or become non-existent. It is but a phase within a bigger journey, and the quest of truth is never ending, and so is the solitude that often accompanies it. During emotionless phases, nothing really excites me. Art, nature, affection. Nothing of those. People may have a hard time with this condition. I do not. I find it relieving, when I feel nothing, to feel nothing. To not be overburdened by emotion, is good. Is calm. Is stable. A good philosopher will not let their emotions be the judge of their thinking. They instead use rational questioning to try to understand the realities both inside and outside of them. My Relations with Emotions We have conscious and unconscious relationships with things, with emotions, with people, and so on. My relations with emotions are very complex ones. The reason why I was emotionless is because of my time with the conventional world. At kindergarten , I was criticized by the teacher that I am too happy. Ever since then, the education system encouraged me to repress my emotions. A former love interest told me that exposing my emotions was a mistake. Wanting to understand as much as I can, these experiences influenced how I saw emotions. I saw them as something to be discarded, not as something to be cherished or taken care of. As a result, I changed and grew darker. Heavily saddened by the flat emotions of this world, my mentality attempted to change, to grow, to adept. But I am a unique being. A mental chameleon that changes and transforms all the time per the truth I research constantly. Ever since I found love, I turned sensitive. Sensitive, but distant from the conventional world nonetheless. People like to have fun in life. They like to travel the world, smell the flowers, enjoy good food. Enjoy friends. Enjoy intercourse. Not suffer. And I just want to understand existence. Not only the good parts of it, but also the grim, the gloomy, the dark. The truth may hurt me. The truth may hurt you more than it does me, since I am also though enough to accept the harsh truths of this world. I am not an escapist. I accept the truth and watch as it transforms me into a different breed every single time. However, I attempt at being moral in all these phases, as my morality is intuitive. And my morality dictates: Stay away from much of this world. It has harmed you too much to the point that it made you feel nothing, that it turned you grim and dark. I never want to give up on my inner light, so I have largely forsaken humanity, which has wounded me in so many ways I managed to mentally survive. I am a survivor of many traumas. And these traumas I felt because I dared show my emotions. And that is why the philosopher might be more solitary than others, even if they are in company. They are solitary because their desire to understand is greater. To understand why they are the way they are, and why others are the way they are. All the why. All the why. And outside company, there is safety. Safety from their harm. Safety from the suffering they may intentionally or unintentionally inflict on you. I don't want to suffer. I want to live in peace with this world. Per my traumas, per my need to recover. My emotions were so negative, my mind shut them off. Denied them from me. Love redeemed me. Love helped me understand it is okay to feel emotions. Then, all the emotions my mind has locked away in the unconscious have begun to be back to the conscious. Only in love and in solitude you are allowed to be your full self. The Main Point I am not writing to myself! I am using my experience as an example to my arguments. The point of this missive is this: It is all a phase. Nothing ever remains in its current form. Nothing is set in stone, not even stone itself. Who knows what tomorrow may bring, not only externally, but also internally? Who knows? But as long as you are good, as long as you remain good during all these phases, you will save yourself from becoming corrupt and evil. All emotions, and their lack, are valid. What really matters, is what you do with them, practically. Phases are not justification for evil. Nothing justifies evil, or doing harm for the sake of harm or for pleasure. We should reduce harm, instead, as much as possible. And if we suffer, at least we should suffer for a worthy cause of our time. A good cause, one that redeems us away from the darkness. One that restores us back to the light. This world is too corrupt. I have no desire to partake in it anymore. I just want to rectify it from afar while being with my emotions. I missed my emotions so much... so.. so.. much... Using the full extent of my emotions, I can craft better articles and better art. That's what sensitivity is for. And sensitivity is shunned by the conventional world, sensitivity is a threat, sensitivity and truth are what the conventional world rejects in favor of vice, not virtue. This world disheartened me, for the man it once made me be. I am glad that dark man is no more. I am glad it was just a phase. It yielded its own kind of work, which I will put as "related posts". But I am glad that the light within me has finally returned. Hopefully the phase of light will shine for as long as possible. In solitude. In love. The promised source: https://instituteofclinicalhypnosis.com/psychotherapy-coaching/denial-unconscious-defense/ Thanks for reading.

(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). (2025 note: The Power of Love  redeemed me, and now I am walking the path of the truly good person) I don't see problems like most people so it often comes across as me not caring -- Mr. Nathan Lasher (Background music) Introduction Arrogance is the product of those who desire to see themselves as superior to most, if not all, people. Since they are not honest enough to publicly admit this, they will attempt to cover up their lack of confidence through acts and expressions of either actual or delusional superiority. On the other hand, those who are modest have no desire to behave condescendingly, as they have nothing to hide in regards to their self-esteem. My Story Arrogance stems from an internal void one seeks to fulfill by compensating. That internal void is most often than not insecurity. For 2 years, I felt a great need to prove my relevance after my confidence has been compromised. However, I attained it, so I no longer have that void within me . It is a common argument amongst my haters and negative critics that I'm arrogant, but the truth is that I do not intend to be arrogant or behave in a condescending manner. I am just being natural with my Asperger's . I have no desire, nor do I believe, to be superior to others, even if I appear to be as such due to the misunderstanding of my condition. In fact, to this day I do not actually know what made me appear arrogant over the years, but you can rest assured that I see no reason to belittle anyone, or show how "great" I am, allegedly. If you meet me in real life or get to know me personally, you will find a good-hearted man who is of few words, for I do not like to speak vocally. If you wonder why I communicate abnormally, like a monotonous robot, I do not do it on purpose. I communicate that way in general, but mostly while writing, as writing is easier for me than speaking when it comes to forms of expression. I do not intend to sound pretentious at all. This is the way I talk and behave, and I do it without any belittling motive whatsoever. I see no functional reason to belittle anyone, and am not responsible for your own insecurities, if you happen to be intimidated by my presence. You should remember that ultimately, autism/ Asperger's is not only a social disorder, but also a verbal/communicative one, making communication more complex and difficult than it is for the average individual, even though the wrong impression may be present to the naked eye. Arrogance and Autism I can understand the disgust people have towards arrogance. It insults the ego of the one who is being belittled, and since we do not like to be belittled, we naturally retaliate against the entity we view as condescending. It's a natural response to what appears as a threat, even if it's merely psychological and/or social. We don't like to be inferior to others, whether or not we actually are in whatever measurement. It is funny that we retaliate even though no threat was actually made on us. Those who retaliate irrationally usually do it because they lack the confidence to not do just that. Since people treated me like dirt due to their own lack of understanding, that I am not an arrogant man, I slowly but surely began seeing this world as hostile. Even empaths may treat me with hostility due to my honest behavior. So, with time, I developed ruthlessness , to combat back those who don't know what they're talking about. Combat back, so I can do what I want to do in life: Working on Philosocom for you. I have no desire to waste much time and energy on those who treat me according to their own Platonic impressions. Arrogance in others makes us think that something is amiss -- something that the arrogant person has and we don't. It frustrates us, especially if we see that person as pretentious. Pretentiousness in general is frustrating because it always comes with delusion. The pretentious person does not know they are one, so they continue believing they are the person they actually aren't. It is frustrating because it appears obvious to us, but not to them. Ironically, arrogance can lead to another arrogance, just as fire and fire create only a bigger one. The ego of the listener is hurt, as they are given the impression that they are inferior (whether or not they agree with this view). As a result, the retaliation could lead to not only complaining about the arrogant person, but also giving the retaliating person a need to put the arrogant person "in their place" . Who puts people in their place, if not in a superior manner? For example, a teacher to a student, a parent to their child, a boss to their employee, and so on. This creates a state of "hypocrisy," where there are two arrogant people (or one, if the first person didn't mean to be arrogant). Perhaps the most condescending response I've ever received as a result of my behavior was "Go home and be quiet." This is ironic because a stranger on the internet does not have the official authority to tell me what to do in the confines of my home. Perhaps the insulted person feels it is "legitimate" to be arrogant back, as they've received evidence from the external world that the other was, indeed, arrogant. It is as if they are serving the same dish that they have been served themselves. Why be arrogant to those whom you've experienced arrogance? Why be arrogant just because you felt someone else to be condescending, whether or not they actually were? Why stoop to a level that wasn't necessarily there? Conclusion That is the problem of judging reality from the point of mere impression: They are not good-enough sources of information. So, to hell with impressions of reality. Question the validity of these impressions instead , in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. Once one is confident enough in the value of their actions, there is little need to brag about their accomplishments. These accomplishments will speak for themselves. For example, I can say that I have written seven books, but I do not bring this up often because it is unnecessary.

(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.