I fixed my typo by editing my message, thank you. I am a human person, we are not perfect, especially when I have massive brain damage caused by Russia’s information warfare on social media systems against the USA.
::: _____________ “So he left them, and wrote a letter back to someone in the group, saying, “I admire those cold, proud beings who adventure upon the paths of great and daemonic beauty and despise ‘mankind’; but I do not envy them. For if anything is capable of making a poet of a literary man, it is my hometown love of the human, the living and ordinary. All warmth derives from this love, all kindness and all humor. Indeed, to me it even seems that this must be that love of which it is written that one may ‘speak with the tongues of men and of angels,’ and yet, lacking love, be ‘as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.’ ” And then he says, “The writer must be true to truth.” And that’s a killer, because the only way you can describe a human being truly is by describing his imperfections. The perfect human being is uninteresting—the Buddha who leaves the world, you know. It is the imperfections of life that are lovable. And when the writer sends a dart of the true word, it hurts. But it goes with love. This is what Mann called “erotic irony,” the love for that which you are killing with your cruel, analytical word.” - Joseph Campbell, Skywalker Ranch California, summer of 1986
I fixed my typo by editing my message, thank you. I am a human person, we are not perfect, especially when I have massive brain damage caused by Russia’s information warfare on social media systems against the USA.
You should study up on the article posted here: Russian propaganda network Pravda tricks 33% of AI responses in 49 countries | Just in 2024, Kremlin’s propaganda network flooded the web with 3.6 million fake articles to trick the top 10 AI models… once you are sober and your mind doesn’t forget after your nightly binge drinking from your favorite Boston sources.
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“So he left them, and wrote a letter back to someone in the group, saying, “I admire those cold, proud beings who adventure upon the paths of great and daemonic beauty and despise ‘mankind’; but I do not envy them. For if anything is capable of making a poet of a literary man, it is my hometown love of the human, the living and ordinary. All warmth derives from this love, all kindness and all humor. Indeed, to me it even seems that this must be that love of which it is written that one may ‘speak with the tongues of men and of angels,’ and yet, lacking love, be ‘as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.’ ” And then he says, “The writer must be true to truth.” And that’s a killer, because the only way you can describe a human being truly is by describing his imperfections. The perfect human being is uninteresting—the Buddha who leaves the world, you know. It is the imperfections of life that are lovable. And when the writer sends a dart of the true word, it hurts. But it goes with love. This is what Mann called “erotic irony,” the love for that which you are killing with your cruel, analytical word.” - Joseph Campbell, Skywalker Ranch California, summer of 1986