I’m surrounded by unconscious women, crazy women and pussified men, men who die, died and it’s like they don’t exist. Nobody’s here for me, to understand and build something together. It’s like nobody really cares about me and what I do. I also have some other struggles
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Do you really wonder why? Take a look at your attitude towards other people. You only get back what you put out.
What if it turns out that you’re also unconscious, trapped inside a web of preconceptions and ideas about how the world works, a web so expansive that it blots out any sight of what actually exists? And what if, by trying to find your way through that web, you even loose sight of yourself, who you are? That would be really weird.