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Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me Syndrome

Yep. Independently coined this in 2012.

Can’t make it up

Special Agent Desmond O’Neill

So the me me me syndrome is” everything is about me.

It seems obvious, but you can even look at things from a cultural perspective. Like, here you in the US, in western civilizations, we are primarily a dignity culture, where we are … ‘it’s all about us’ … it’s all about that internal feeling that we have; everything is predicated on our JOB, our SUCCESS, the things that WE do. The external world doesn’t really matter in terms of [valuing] our success or failure [as a person].

We rarely do a lot of outward reflection on the other person. Some of the best negotiators spend more than half of their time thinking about somebody else.


Surveillance Pricing Update

Example

Precisely what it is like to be “in the world, but not of it.”


Flying Cars? Not in MY Lifetime.

Then once again, Welcome to The Afterlife.


It’s an INFJ Thing

Amplified and Attuned for Even Higher Resolution Awareness and Accuracy where F/T and J/P are both almost 50/50.


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Welcome to The Afterlife

What if “Let There Be Light” Is not What You Thought?

What if All the Puny Aggregate Light of All the Countless Puny Stars in the Entirety of the Infinite Observable and Unobservable Universe is NOT That Light Spoken Into Existence? What if the ETERNAL LIGHT SPOKEN INTO EXISTENCE WITH THOSE WORDS IS A PRIOR LIGHT?

What if All the Apparent Visible Light of All Suns and Stars Combined is Barely Perceptible in Comparison to the Light that Now Illuminates and – In That Instantaneously Instantiating Moment – Illuminated Every Planck-pixel of the Eternal Interoceptive Directly Observational Quantum Metacosmological Holodeck that Observers Like Us Call Creation?
What if that creation Empirically Operates as an Interoceptive Directly Observational Quantum Metacosmological (IO/QM) Planck-pixelized Holodeck, for short?


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YOU might be inclined to call that “AI Slop” (despite solely human composition) or “Word Salad;” because Mockery, Derision, and Scorn are your Go-To Defenses Whenever You Feel Intimidated or Out Shined. Which is not so seldom as those you’ve bamboozled and fink’d might think. Until shown.

Of course, you – the oh so special and uniquely qualified YOU, who presently sits in judgement of these words – YOU, like every one of the other nearly 9 billion human beings currently existing upon the surface of planet Earth; YOU, like the approximately 117.4 billion other humans who have ever walked the Earth, enjoy the privilege of living alone inside your own isolated brain-in-a-dark-vat head, inside your own solitary soul, inside whatever holodeck within the greater IO/QM holodeck that you want to live in. That’s your GIFT, as a more or less sapient being.

That is your own little imaginary personal subjective so-called objective reality in which you measure yourself as SUPERIOR to the writer, perhaps because YOU speak a half-dozen languages and hold PhD’s in each. As delusional as that sense of superiority is, no one has a right to tamper with or take that sense away from you, either. You get your delusions, as does everyone else.

That existential right is what the casual observer posing as expert calls AGENCY.

What you MAY NOT DO with that Sapient Agency is HARM OTHERS, or experiment upon humans as if they were your personal lab rats or guinea pigs; despite your almighty superior cleverness.

For that trespass, YOU and YOU ALONE are held entirely accountable to Principles and Providences far beyond even 120 billion, or more, human comprehension.