Virtue of being self-absorbed?
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david starling
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You really think I'd be a good writer?
Thanks :3
A good novelist, yes! Any creative-writing classes yet?
JUPITERASC
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david starling
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AppLeo, you could use Astrology itself to "design" the characters in a novel, then let them take on lives of their own.
david starling
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Actually, there are two kinds of people--those who think there are only two kinds of people, and those who know there are many kinds of people.
JUPITERASC
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and then there are the othersActually, there are two kinds of people
--those who think there are only two kinds of people,
and those who know there are many kinds of people.
That idea is not new, nevertheless a good one, worth emulating
one of the characters for a best selling novel
AppLeo
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Uhh.. not really creative xP
I'm in a college writing class though. We write about political, economic, and worldly issues. Pretty great class, I think.
AppLeo
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I could! I've thought of some ideas already though with astrology.
JupiterASC, for someone who advocates kindness, you're not that nice to me.
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AtomsInPlace
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Just want to share a few thoughts I had on the matter 
If one thinks of concepts such as, living in a Fractal Universe and that the energy/light connections of everything to everything, is holographic in nature, then this would imply that whatever we change within ourselves will result in a change throughout the whole fabric of exisitence. Which will eventually be echoed back to us.
That thought really daunted me at one point. So many ripples.
But when Love is the name of the game, it can become empowering (not power hungry).
The empowerment of knowing that whatever you are seeing "out there" has it's roots in the hidden magical garden inside of you. The energetic stems, shoots and vines branch out from inside of you and blossom outside. These are our fruits.
If the fruit is not good quality?
Then I guess it's time for some serious gardening.
So perhaps if we tend to our inner gardens, for the purpose of growing good fruits to sustain ourselves and for the same sustainance and enjoyment for others, and we try to live so that others have the space and support, to grow to whatever their own highest good may be, then we could say that we are being self-centered.
If we tend to that same inner garden and decide that we don't want to share our fruits, the fruit would most likely begin to rot before one could eat/preserve it all. We could say this is the result of being Selfish.
If we neglect our inner garden and go about tending to other peoples gardens, yet never our own, then the fruit will also begin to rot, furthermore, it will eventually stop yielding so much fruit, due to never being pruned, plucked or tended to. No demand, no supply. We could say that this is the result of being totally Selfless.
If one thinks of concepts such as, living in a Fractal Universe and that the energy/light connections of everything to everything, is holographic in nature, then this would imply that whatever we change within ourselves will result in a change throughout the whole fabric of exisitence. Which will eventually be echoed back to us.
That thought really daunted me at one point. So many ripples.
But when Love is the name of the game, it can become empowering (not power hungry).
The empowerment of knowing that whatever you are seeing "out there" has it's roots in the hidden magical garden inside of you. The energetic stems, shoots and vines branch out from inside of you and blossom outside. These are our fruits.
If the fruit is not good quality?
Then I guess it's time for some serious gardening.
So perhaps if we tend to our inner gardens, for the purpose of growing good fruits to sustain ourselves and for the same sustainance and enjoyment for others, and we try to live so that others have the space and support, to grow to whatever their own highest good may be, then we could say that we are being self-centered.
If we tend to that same inner garden and decide that we don't want to share our fruits, the fruit would most likely begin to rot before one could eat/preserve it all. We could say this is the result of being Selfish.
If we neglect our inner garden and go about tending to other peoples gardens, yet never our own, then the fruit will also begin to rot, furthermore, it will eventually stop yielding so much fruit, due to never being pruned, plucked or tended to. No demand, no supply. We could say that this is the result of being totally Selfless.
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AppLeo
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Atoms, that is good thought.
However, Rand would say that the only only to attend to the fruits of our garden is through reason. You cannot do it on faith or whim. You have to be a rational human being in order to be a moral human being.
Once we have attended to the fruits of our garden rationally, then we can help other people's garden while also helping ours. There is no reason to abandon our own garden to attend another's. Every human has the capacity to attend their own garden. "You cannot expect the unearned," as Rand would like to call it.
However, Rand would say that the only only to attend to the fruits of our garden is through reason. You cannot do it on faith or whim. You have to be a rational human being in order to be a moral human being.
Once we have attended to the fruits of our garden rationally, then we can help other people's garden while also helping ours. There is no reason to abandon our own garden to attend another's. Every human has the capacity to attend their own garden. "You cannot expect the unearned," as Rand would like to call it.
JUPITERASC
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And you are so nice to everyone
but then no one is perfect
The mineral cobalt is an essential component of batteries for smartphones and laptops
making billions for multinationals such as Apple and Samsung
yet many of those working to extract it
are earning as little as 8p a day
in desperately dangerous conditions
for backbreaking workAt one cobalt mine, children toiled in the drenching rain
carrying huge sacks of the mineral.
Dorsen, eight, had no shoes
and told us he hadn't made enough money
to eat for the past two days
- despite working
for about 12 hours a day.
His friend Richard, 11, talked about how his whole body ached every day
from the tough physical work http://news.sky.com/story/meet-dorsen-8-who-mines-cobalt-to-make-your-smartphone-work-10784120
your kind response to the above was
you said
Oddity
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It's not good if an ideology possesses you. Have a gander at this. Maybe you can still square it with laissez-faire capitalism as the be-all, end-all. Or maybe not.
http://www.devilskitchen.me.uk/2017...=Feed:+TheDevilsKitchen+(The+Devil's+Kitchen)
http://www.devilskitchen.me.uk/2017...=Feed:+TheDevilsKitchen+(The+Devil's+Kitchen)
AppLeo
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Great article! It's better than republican vs. democrat. It's arguing against something libertarianism, which is something that people don't seem to really understand. Thank you Oddity for presenting me with this.
The whole plane crash thing is complicated.
I honestly don't know what to say!! Ugh... I don't understand how people can create a business out of that and not have any like good character. I don't want the government to outlaw anything because black markets exist because of the government outlawing it in the first place.I would just say that people shouldn't buy those things and let those people go out of business. But people are evil and all that.
Maybe when there are plane crashes we need to be aware that if a plane ever crashes that the companies plane that crashed makes sure to get their first to retrieve the broken parts or else their own parts will be stolen.
I don't know. Stealing is against human rights; the limited government itself should already be able to solve this problem.
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For the food, I wish I could say that people could sell whatever they want and not get penalized for it. You could sell poisonous food; I don't care. The people that are buying your products should be attentive to the things they buy. I think it's a shame that humans have to rely on the government in order to play nicely with each other. I want to live in a world where humans can coexist without a bureaucracy parent towering over them. If the government has to step in to save the day, then we will never achieve our highest potential.
I do not believe that all people are bastards. I believe there are very good people. I believe that everyone wants to be good (objectivism selfishness). Because that's the only way to truly build society and achieve full human potential for everyone equally. The majority of people have to believe it once they see it. The people that don't are just psychopathic or mentally ill and those people are at a low percentage.
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Technocracy is something I've never heard before...
tech·noc·ra·cy
tekˈnäkrəsē/Submit
noun
the government or control of society or industry by an elite of technical experts.
an instance or application of technocracy.
plural noun: technocracies
an elite of technical experts.
Sounds like an oligarchy to me. Are these people elected or what? IQ tests? What makes you an expert?
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But if we have a big government "protecting" us, I don't know how that's any better. A government that is involved in the economy is a business with a monopoly on physical force, therefore anyone could pay the government a pretty price to point the gun at anyone to make the economy go a certain way to benefit their business; and if you don't pay the government then it will ruin your business with other people's money. I think that's wrong and is a way bigger infringement on rights than protecting them.
The government's only job is the protect the rights of the people from physical force with physical force. There is/was no other reason for it.
Laissez-faire capitalism still holds to be the best. (Separation of the state from economics)
If a separation of the state and religion creates a peaceful coexistence of beliefs, then a separation of state and economics, in theory, should create a peaceful coexistence of trade.
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conspiracy theorist
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I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.
