Ironically, The Concept Of Communism That Has Been Taught To Me From An Objective Perspective Is One

Ironically, the concept of Communism that has been taught to me from an objective perspective is one that would be a brilliant system in a world in which all of its occupants are, in essence, intense, pure beings with either no free will or no will to do any against the Natural Law. For this to be the case, they must also possess a complete and unfaltering understanding of what is intended from the universe and (from my Catholic perspective) by God's instillation of a conscience (which is a very niche conversation, one that I'll probably post upon in the future. Basically, what you must know before you attempt to say that God intending this is malarkey at best, is that God must, through, again, very niche logic, have and contain a sense of understanding of His creation so much deeper and more wise than imaginable from our small perspective on the ground of logic rules; an understanding capable of bringing greater good out of disorder of His rules, rules that he can't, from our perspective, break, despite miracles existence, uh, existing lol). After all of this, you may wonder, 'what beings are these that may function in Communism flawlessly?', and the only logical answer is unreasonable and impossible ones, for true free will and true pure courses of action BY those that have free will are contradictory in nature, as there is a shadow to the light, a cold to the heat, an absence to the space—there will always be or have been a choice to absent oneself from objective goodness, as that is what free will entails.

So my conclusion is that, provided the following premises are held to be true...: The prerequisites for Communism to be feasible are that its civilians possess both perfect nature and perfect understanding in a land of true free will; For there to be true free will, one must be allowed to choose a wrong path; For one and one's kin to be perfect and pure in nature, there cannot be any of those in said community of kin who make a wrong choice; When there is free will, it is likely there will be those who make a wrong choice; …Therefore, it is likely that the residents of a Communist nation will make a wrong choice, leading to the ineffectiveness of the Communist culture by its very nature that states that its citizens must abide by pure and perfect choice.

i honestly love the phrase "you will know them by their fruits" lol

like, you don't even have to be Christian to know that that verse slaps

that ties into so many different types of create philosophies, such as that of actions speaking louder than words, lies coming, in theory, from 'telling it slant' (as Emily Dickinson once said), keeping good company for a good mind, it goes on and on

it's such a perfect thing to ponder deeply on a now and an again, because sometimes words and rhetoric can cloud our true perception of others, or at least twist how we see them for their gain and their gain alone. it can help you realise that sometimes, in spite of what has been told to you, people, ideals, concepts, and truths are just not correct, for they yield wronged fruit

whoa

i'm really lazy right now

i just read the raven and now i'm motivated to make something as deathly and chilling as that

yet i STILL CANT GET UP OFF MY FLOOR

HI

hello! this is my talking blog

i talks

you don't has to listen

but you're perfectly free to

I was just watching Jeff Cavins give a talk, and dare I say wow.

It sure hits like a brick when you live. To… step outside every hypothetical, all superficiality imposed on us for the sake of conformity, it feels really moving.

            It often feels like a movie, -slow-paced when needed, but engaging more often than not. To run through the everyday motions, to see the same thing all day every day, to love like always, to stay. Staying can be very nice. When you stay, there is no change; nothing to lose, but nothing to gain. It may seem very simple to fall into the thinking that where you are is perfect. It’s not. Hate to break it to you, but there’s a lot out there your mind couldn’t even fathom. That doesn’t mean it’s not real, it’s just---you haven’t found it yet.

Let me put you in a position: You’ve stepped out of your living room into the back lawn, your garden. The sun is the first to see you and your dog, as the rays surely only the angels may provide tickle your skin with energy, when abruptly you notice: Everything feels superficial. The grass, why is it there? Your dog, why does she care? What makes this all worth it? Why is this yours? Who are you?

It's a calm sensation, not gut-wrenching and knee-bending, but rather, a benevolent one, something you may seek if not for the whole, ‘existential crisis part’. You walk slowly through the yard, squinting for the sun, but seeing no further than the dust on your glasses. No thoughts run through your head; just clear, confusing, incessant bliss. Time seems to contort itself to the bliss for the sake of your feeling less and less passing of the ages.

At last, at last it leaves you. Or has it? Something feels offset inside you---as if the studs of your very house have moved an inch to the left, and none more.

Running through your mind comes to no avail, for there was no mindedness about the situation prior. Just… blank.

You’ve made it up to your roof through means you may not remember either, and are now practicing in something you know not why: You’ve taken up the fetal position on the rough shingles of your houses roof (not a very comfortable state, but you don’t know that). This is not happening out of vulnerability, be sure to know that. You do this because your mind and body are now separate entities altogether, beings of their own accord.

Your mind takes itself and puts a change on the term ‘up’. You are now attached, by a very thin force called gravity, to your roof, saved somehow from falling into the blue that hides the stars. It’s a terrifying experience to be sure. Your body still lies there, an incoherent fool, made to do naught but lie (lie as in lie down---this isn’t Calvinism)

Minutes…

Seconds…

Perhaps an hour…

A swirling sensation sends you into nausea, and you retreat to your room for fear of your own regurgitation.

When you come to (for as you know, nausea is constructed as such that there is no possible way to focus on any other thing than it in the moment), you have found the studs shifted to the right. There was no change after all.

Curious, isn’t it? Such a thing as detachment of the soul and body is near-forgotten for the smell of pancakes your father prepares in the kitchen? Run on now, go nourish yourself.

There’s so much more than what you may suppose

To summarise what has happened to you for you, understand this: There is a world so immense, you could never understand it all, or even a fraction. This often, or, relatively often, for this only happens maybe once a week, sends me into a state where I am lost and so overwhelmed by the beautiful complexity of life and the universe, that I struggle even to thank God for it all. It feels immoral and illegitimate to thank someone for something I cannot comprehend so badly as I do this. And that panicks me. The story I have related to you is one that I’ve just recently experienced a couple of hours ago, and I felt you may benefit from hearing it.

What I’ve come to understand from this and these is that we were never meant to understand it all. So, I beg you to thank God and thank others even when you have but a glimpse of what they are truly doing for you, as you may never know it all.