Language are the programming blocks to one’s “self” which is endless and elusive and expensive.
Most conversations are taking statements, splicing them, and with a remix “contributing” something even though the goals are obscured.
Most share the vague goal of “happiness” or “feeling better” and “success” even though none of these are attainable in the material world.
Most of our “culture” is sharing thoughts on consumption techniques, switching sound-bite-pills and music moments as though there’s something more to it, as though it could be a bridge toward a connection or understanding, when there’s nothing to say at all: either experience it or don’t.
And when you have a culture of drug addicts feeding off the television, concert, food specials and other items-to-buy then you are interchangeable, you have no inherent “value” within this “game” and so there’s nothing more to say and no surprises when you have a feeling of “alienation” interacting with other “selves” stuck in the same game.
As long as conversations are about these “selves” and making sure these “selves” are good and progressing, experiencing, living – living for the image of self – then there’s no point talking anymore.
No more “I” statements, other than “I am” – why don’t we get back to “brass tacks” and ask ourselves why are we here? What is the game to play? Do whatever you want?
Unfortunately, doing “whatever you want” is the same as driving without seatbelts. Waiting for inevitable damage. Waiting for 10 years and in those ten years you may have watched a lot of things, ate a lot of things, visited a lot of things, talked of a lot of things, but did anything really change? Aren’t you still running from high-to-high, and all things that could be sacred are instead defaced?
No more drugs.
No more foods.
No more meat.
No more dairies.
No more grains.
No more chips.
No more chocolate bars.
No more fruits.
No more drinks.
No more TV shows.
No more YouTube
No more “news”
No more friends
No more catalogues
No more destinations
No more games
No more conversations
There is nothing left in the world of language.
There is nothing left, other than deceptions that you’re going somewhere. But you don’t even exist.
There is nothing left.
Words never fixed a schizophrenic.
Words don’t change any sort of attitudes–they’re just in a convenient spot at a convenient time and whatever “self” absorbed them into their programming.
Words don’t change anything, anybody, anyone, all thoughts are categorically useless other than some small prayers if the firmament demands one’s “vibration” to elevate and evolve the self.
Only words that change one is the your “own” words–and more often than not silence is the better action.
No thoughts–no suffering.
No thoughts, no worries.
No thoughts: no need for answers.
Antilanguage
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