Spiritual Warfare

Changes are not death.

Just because I use short sentences doesn’t mean I lack depth or understanding. Plenty of complex ideas can be explained clearly without requiring long paragraphs. If you don’t like how I express myself, that’s your problem, not mine. The comments I’m making are easy for anyone to understand.

I need to know why I am here on Earth, I don’t care about anything else.

No one can wake up, it’s just something people believe.

The fear is too great to see the beauty.

Heroes, the ones people truly look up to, are often superhuman in some way. They possess superpowers, are aliens, children of gods, or even gods themselves. Holy figures, brilliant minds, scientists, warriors, philosophers. But rather than inspiring love for humanity, they often inspire a kind of misanthropy. Instead of encouraging heroism, they seem to confine it, teaching us that only a special, elite few can be heroic. We are left feeling that we must be vain, delusional, childish, or foolish to believe we could ever resemble them. These heroes, by their very nature, make ordinary people appear less valuable, less powerful, less capable, and less admirable by comparison. They take away our sense of agency and our power to act righteously, placing these virtues on a superhuman pedestal. They make us desire their prestige, the affection and respect they receive, their powers and unmatched abilities. Yet, ironically, the heroism they embody feels diminished, it’s less meaningful when it comes from someone superhuman who faces fewer risks, battles weaker opposition, and succeeds with a near guarantee of victory.

I can love life temporarily, but it can’t go beyond that.

Do it yourself if you’re so sure. What do you have to lose? Right, nothing according to you, so just go for it (;

Nice fairy tale book you read.

Thank you

I don’t need to do it to understand that you can’t know everything in this world, but sure, I’ll give it a try.

My loved ones are stopping me.

As I said before, this is just speculation. We can only know gradually.

Maybe, maybe not.

I don’t want to.

How do you know that I can never be touched?

You’re a funny guy.

This is speculation. It sounds nice, but it’s nothing that can be confirmed.

I will never be like you.

And how is that supposed to bring me peace?!

I’m not happy because I don’t know what the unknown is. It creates fear for me. Secondly, I can’t fully control my consciousness; my control is very limited, and manifestation is very weak in this life.

How am I supposed to know that he knows what the truth is? Don’t you see the problem? I can’t believe what others think and feel, because we all have gaps in our knowledge.

It doesn’t feel that way. If that were true, then existence wouldn’t be so mysterious.

How do I become happy? By knowing the truth.

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