“… with her 100 miles to…”
Though I dislike the term [for reasons I’ve addressed in a previous post]:
The Red Pill is notoriously hard to swallow.
Many manage the feat.
Though, Truth be told, most don’t.
Call it a cruel act of Fate.
The Just Hand of God.
The result of randomness.
Regardless of cause, the reality seems akin to punishment – if not simple brutality – more than anything.
Yet, like handwriting in a mirror:
It makes perfect sense when the method behind it is discerned.
Contrary to what a superficial knowledge of my work may imply, I’m often one of the more hopeful voices.
The sharp and witty commenter Vicomte explains it, thus:
“Perhaps I’m simply more cynical than you, are, Ace.”
That’s certainly a possibility.
Although I prefer to say:
Most of the denizens of Hell bemoan the walls and cages.
Whereas I look upon them and see the fingerprints of God in the masonry and ironwork.
Marveling at both its majesty and that of its Creator.
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July 21, 2013 at 6:18 pm
And still if someone offered me the chance to take away my self-awareness and leave in ignorant bliss, it would be hard to say no.
Would you rather act despite the fear or, through blindness to the facts, feel no fear at all?
July 21, 2013 at 6:59 pm
I used to wonder about this as a kid, toiling away on the family farm, gushing sweat during the brutal month of August. I dreamed of being a stupid beast of burden with no higher thought than pulling the wagon and heeding the whip. Would it be a relief to know nothing more?
It was just a developmental exercise. In short order, I bowed to the truth of the matter; that I’m designed to know more and humbly learn why He deemed that I should. I surrendered.
July 21, 2013 at 8:02 pm
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July 21, 2013 at 10:50 pm
Wow. Funny and familiar. Many years ago, a friend took me out drinking. He wanted to see me really cut loose and live it up. I knew better, but played along as a joke.
He managed to get a few stiff drinks into me and was shocked that I became less interesting than normal. Placid. Deadpan. Rationale. All of the background noise faded and I took a mental break. It was a nice little vacation.
A few hours later, I drove everyone else home. Needless to say, he refused to waste good liquor on me, ever again. It just doesn’t do much for me — in fact, it does less. (Proverbs 31:6,7)
July 23, 2013 at 5:00 am
Interesting, to say the least, Alan.
July 22, 2013 at 5:44 am
I think the difficulty lies in the choice between the easy/comfortable answer and the right answer.
Could you expand on what this means?
“How you see the world every day, is how most people see things on them.”
July 23, 2013 at 5:00 am
LL,
I wish I could.
Alas, I cannot.
Having never done them, I have no way of responding knowledgeably.
July 21, 2013 at 8:01 pm
I’d think you a fool were you to have any easy time of the choice.
Also, excellent question.
My answer:
I’ve lived long enough to know there is no escaping a cage.
[A wise philosophe once stated, “Man is born free, yet everywhere he is in chains”.]
But I do realize some are far more comfortable than others.
I’d choose to “act despite the fear”.
As that prison is far more palatable to my personal tastes.
July 22, 2013 at 3:41 am
Call me a fool, then.
I have seemed to notice a pattern in my life where people will say something like ‘That must have been a difficult choice.’ and I respond ‘Yes, it was.’ all the while knowing it was never a choice at all.
July 23, 2013 at 4:52 am
My dear Vicomte,
July 23, 2013 at 5:06 am
My dear Vicomte,
“I’d think you a fool were you to have any easy time of the choice.”
“…all the while knowing it was never a choice at all.”
If there was no choice to be made, you are not a fool.
As an aside:
I wonder if your “character [is] flawed and complex, but [your] career certainly follow[s] [a] parabolic course of rise and fall”.
My guess would be yes.
July 23, 2013 at 8:02 am
Unfortunately, Ace, I am no magician.
Nor do I feel terribly complex, but others often disagree with me on that point.
July 25, 2013 at 1:17 am
Vicomte,
The comments you’ve left seem to indicate otherwise.
Although, admittedly, they are only a smattering of the person you are.
So I’ll not argue the point.
I will say, however, it’s neither unfortunate nor fortunate.
Everything in this world comes with a price.
So it’s one less bill to pay.
July 22, 2013 at 8:27 am
It is better than becoming institutionalized.
July 23, 2013 at 4:58 am
Outstanding choice, Earl.
Those walls could be MGTOW, PUA, “Blue pill”, “red pill”, etc.
July 22, 2013 at 3:19 pm
If you live in a prison, ’tis better to be the jailer than the prisoner.
July 23, 2013 at 4:57 am
Brilliantly put, Wald.
Well done.