working on my doctorate even on the road

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It's too scrunchy for my old bones to spend much time at this machine here. It'll be better from Mom's tomorrow, I think, so I'm going to get in bed and listen to this without knowing what in the heck it will be about or if it's worth our time or not. Just gonna try to hear whatever whoever is saying with a wide open mind. I know sometimes it's too preposterous even to use as a mentation expanding device and so even I snap these things off when they're too unbearable, but I cannot believe how many interesting and useful and true things I've found out about for the first time because I've been bothering to keep my ears and mind and heart open to not-mainstream points of view.

Do you hate your life? Do you feel like a slave? Abused? A bag of stress? A zombie? Completely insensible to anything worthy? Have they ground you down? It's because your brain is in a box. You've stuck your mind into a sardine tin and you can't find the little key to open it with, now can you? It's not a real sardine tin. It's not there. There are no boundaries. How will you EVER figure it out if you WON'T exit even provisionally, temporarily what you already think?

I'm still sputtering with disbelief over the massive lack of recognition of the size of Julian Assange's gift to humanity. There's only one reason for that, and you're going to be kipper snacks for sociopaths if you don't pull out of your own bad dream. Doesn't matter whose fault it is you're in it. You are the only one who can free yourself. Although, that weird guy in jail in London right now gave you about the best present you ever received, a big leg up to freeing yourself. He can't free you. No one else EVER can free you, but if you won't read the cables, maybe you will listen to other weirdos until you have trained yourself how to take the gift of your entire life, the truth.

It is NOT what you already think. It's what you know in your bones but ignore. You can't even tell what you're ignoring as long as your mind is an obediently dead little sardine in a tin, thinking dead sardine thoughts, having dead sardine dreams, packed in your itty dead sardine tin with a few other dead sardines for support. The ocean should be teeming with life. Instead, it's acidifying, going dead.... Hurry now. Hurry now. Time is running out.

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love, 99
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