Journey

Journeys are set in motion by one motivating thought. Along the journey that particular thought becomes akin to a fetus, it grows and grows in intensity and clarity, and with each few steps it causes everything around it to fit into place. Eventually, as it grows mature and fulfils its duty, it collapses completely, leaving you in silence, peace and bliss.

Depression

Ah, the master of self-hate, it is but a pit-stop on the journey to responsibility, and thereon integrity. Hang in there and keep walking, don’t stop and be satisfied with it. It’s infinitely better than its alternatives: fury or extraverted anger.

Psychotherapy

Psychotherapy fails at one critical thing, which leaves it caught with its pants down: the distinction between what is normal and what is apparent. It cannot find this in consensual repetition of empirical data, as there is no ‘ought’ from ‘is’. Thus, unless Psychotherapy provides an irrefutable ’meaning’ of the subject, or of at least something to do with the subject, it will render itself as a pseudo-science. It cannot do this however, because it is intent on building on thin air through its inductive processes mixed with statistical analyses, as such it is stuck with the same faith in 60% positive outcome; which is wholy insufficient for knowledge, and barely so for pragmatic purposes.

In effect the Doctor says to the client, here’s a pill (or procedure) which will make you like everyone else, even though I don’t know if that is the solution to your problem, hopefully that is what it is and what you want.

Psychology

Psychology: how to give people excuses for their actions and then tell them that those very excuses are wrong.

Blame

Nothing is more salient of our mal-growth than our seeking for blame.

Child/Parent Relationship

You can’t fault the child for the parent, but you can fault the parent for the child.

Dream

I’d sooner be asleep in a dream I have created, than be awake in a dream everyone else has accepted.

Destiny

When Destiny (if you are comfortable with such things) knocks on your door, she asks a question, one of the simplest kind; with an answer of either ’yes’ or ‘no’. Your response is bound by these two extremes. Even Destiny is immersed in freedom; humble, warm and loving, like a mother she lets you choose what’s best.   

Girls vs Boys

Irony, she is cruel but sweet; oh, how she shows her face when a five year old girl screams at the heights of her voice: “Girls versus Boys; Girls versus Boys; Girls versus Boys.”

Writer

It is a writer’s job to make things sound believable.

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