As Eccentric as a Banker using the Abacus Pt 1


As Eccentric as the Individual

I think a lot of people have lost respect for the individual, you know, the individual, the person who doesn’t conform. – Erykah Badu
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Being.

Outside of my family, groups repel me, because for the sake of group thought, they kill individuality, that wonderful, human oneness. Am wide open to individuals, fine with individuals, individuals are just great, every individual’s edifice gives you something, whether its a blank wall or an infinite regressive barbershop nerds, just as fascinating.
People are wonderful one at a time, each one of them has an entire hologram of the universe somewhere within them. But as soon as individuals begin to clump, as soon as they begin to clot, they change, and the larger the group, the more toxic, the more of your beauty as an individual you have to surrender for the sake of group thought, and when you suspend your individual beauty you also give up a lot of your humanity. You will do things in the name of the group that you would never do on your own; drinking/ injuring/ drugs are all part of it because you have lost your identity; because you now owe your allegiance to this thing that’s bigger and that’s beyond you.

A study by social psychologist Bryan Mullen shows that the larger the lynch mob the more brutal the lynching. Freud declares that groups are “impulsive, changeable and irritable.” Those caught up within them he asserts, can become infantile slaves to emotion. The tendency to doubt and reason is broken down when we join a group. The only place where you are not allowed to be an individual is the millitary. All am saying is stay away from from anything that suppresses your individuality.

Make your life an ongoing process of being who you are, at your deepest, most easeful levels of being. Everything other than this process is secondary.

i like people who have a sense of individuality. i love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural & that’s real..
Not every flower can say love, but a
rose can. Not every plant survives a
thirst, but a cactus can. Not every
retard can read, but look at you go
little buddy! I don’t care if you
lick windows, or screw farm animals.
You hang in there cupcake, because
you’re fucking eccentric, and
you’re an individual Look at you smiling at your phone you crayon eating motherfucker.

Promote what you love instead of bashing what you hate. Bashing what you hate in a person will be akin to telling them not to be themselves. Telling them to suspend their individuality for you..

Individualism is a personal credo of great importance. I, for one, am a passionate believer in it. But to scientists, it has been a chimera leading them down a dead end path. Specifically, individualism has reared its head in science in the form of a simple proposition. If a piece of psychology ……… A tooth, a claw, an opposable thumb, or the neural circuit underlying an instinct has emerged from the evolutionary process, it has triumphed for a simple reason… It has helped the individual survive. More specifically, the psychological device has proven useful in the survival of a long line of individuals, each of whom maintained a competitive edge by virtue of the piece of biological equipment in question.

Leonardo da Vinci, Charlemagne, Casanova, Dedan kimathi, Kanye West, Napoleon, Constantine The Great, Opany Leonard and so on. Blow your own trumpet modesty is for suckers.

This psychological device is the ego.

Your ego is essentially a child who is very afraid of death. And sees everything in life as a serious threat. Even though the fear of death is a weakness in itself you need an ego to be an individual. An ego is not bad. it’s just a filter to narrow from the collective to the individual level. Thy ego will help you hold on to your individualism.

With the abolition of private property, then, we shall have true, beautiful, healthy Individualism. Nobody will waste his life in accumulating things, and the symbols for things. One will live. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man under Socialism, 1891

As Eccentric as THE SOUL: Death Vs Love

The soul is eccentric because nobody knows where it is. Your soul could be in your blood// heart// brain// gut or balls. Balls are never debatable. .

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Balls are never debatable

The body was created to serve the spirit. The Spirit/soul was not created to serve the body. Eccentricity is the fine line between this dichotomy. It is the spirit like manifestations on the body.
The soul is invisible but eccentricity in human beings is the closest we ever get to seeing a soul.
Some souls are noble, others shallow, deep while others are weightless, unfed, suppressed. Suppressed individualism is like a body without a spirit.

This is a very dangerous situation because The soul is immortal which is akin to the Immortality of man. Not merely survival of spirits, but of one’s identity across incarnations. i’ve come to realize that once something is created, it never really ends. everything begins, & just keeps evolving into something else.

Every single soul is beautiful beyond measure because The soul is man’s spiritual bridge between his experience of the body, the physical world around him, and of God. Man’s being is an individualisation of the being of God.

Each man is a deity and can attain his power to the degree of his ability to consciously realize himself as such.

The biblical claim that “Man is made in the likeness of God,” is substantiated by the fact that there are powers which are the the sources of all events and things in the world and are shared by both God and man. The latter of course expresses these powers to a much lesser degree.

As I said earlier, God and man, like the ocean and a drop of water, have the same creative qualities (forces) but differ quantitatively in the expression of these qualities.

When we pray we speak to our souls because we have God in us. When We are told to use our talents for the glory of God it is for the God in us. God breathed his spirit into us and gave us life. So we all have God in us.

“To worship a God other than your Self is to worship a gawd inferior to your Self.”

I subscribe to the notion “The more I know self, the more I know God.”

If YOU are a true god then who do you need protection from? You need protection from LOVE. love of the vessel// the body// the flesh.

Evil comes disguised as love because it alters the dichotomy between soul and body. Love becomes evil when humans love the body more than the soul. It is evil because the flesh is an illusion. It Blurs the fact that you have something larger than life .  The flesh will rot one day; but its driving force the essense of life the soul is immortal. It is what you need to love more. This is why the soul is addressed in third person.

Only if you are well grounded in that which is larger than this life will you be able to play life with humor, knowing that each task is but a mirage of necessity.

The soul is death seeking in nature that’s why it seeks love.

I do not resonate with the concept of That food for the soul bullshit. I’ll redefine in every way what love is.
Love is death.

Heart had once been, blood’s naïve pump
Not the sacrosanct shrine, love made of it
Why bards made a world, of this mortal lump
And love, eternal sin, we all commit
Forsake yourself, for the sake of that dream!
Which never is ours, never ever, had been
Why we treasure a pain, for a love to redeem
And suckle that venom, so hard to wean
Oh! That binding need, cupid’s sinful seed
Which costs a soul, heart’s hegemony
Who’s vanquished whom, in this war decreed?
Betwixt yearning selves, so spent in spree!
Why’s love’s utopia built, on grace’s grave?
Why blooms a haunting love, on the blood of troy?
Why on heart’s debris, love’s path we pave?
Why love’s a willing, pain’s decoy, A Devil’s Ploy!

Only a human mind can invent something as insipid as love. How can something perceptible be so many things like that. That’s what makes love eccentric.

Love is a ploy a sort of curse put here to make you love life and in turn fear death. The gods hide the beauty of death by using love so that we endure life. Men go to far greater lengths to avoid what they fear than to obtain what they desire.

They fear death and desire love. Which is the wrong way to live.

On a different plane though love becomes conviction. Conviction is the greatest gift which makes love great too.
Love is great because it is the highest form of actually leaving your essense on something. Sharing love is going all the way. Giving your soul to another soul. Whichever way you do it. Sex// making out// dancing// kissing// hugging. So long as it was love shared. You, leaving your soul on another soul, actually fusing with another soul is invigorating. Sex ain’t shit until it’s with someone you’re in love with. And then, sex is everything you can’t explain.

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Do not pity the dead. Pity the living. Above all those living without love this is because of two things 1. The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred ~ Love will do most of the stirring.
2. Whiskey songs are written by fools who wasted love.
Held hate and misery near
Without its presence, our mind and body literally switch on an arsenal of interior devices for self demolition.

There is an alchemy of souls. There will be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life or you’re the one that will change theirs.

Judgement on the value of pain
Pain makes us appreciate pleasure. sharing of Love gives humans pleasure.
We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
I think that love and pain are what maintain the balance between life and death. Death answers to pain & Pain is Love’s reminder. Only great pain is the ultimate liberator of the spirit….I doubt that such pain makes us ‘better’; but I know that it makes us more profound”. Pain is Love & death’s alter ego. Pain is the fine line between love and death.
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The gods hide the beauty of death so that we endure life

Grey hair is God’s graffiti. It symbolises a person’s maintenance of the balance between love and pain.  While all fell on the swords of life and turned to dust.. He lived on to get gray hair. Gray hair is a mark of nobility. Death. Death is very noble. It is noble because it is the master of life. Love isn’t.

Death is such a profound event that no one can remain indifferent to it. It jolts one’s consciousness to the eventuality that awaits us.
Marcus Tulius Cicero, the great Roman lawyer, stated that “the life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another’s heart..

Is there sex after death? I doono but i think Death is one big orgasm.. A release of the soul into the proverbial Rubicon is akin to ejaculation. It has to be intense with pleasure. You wanna see Nirvana but you are afraid of death? If death is the ultimate Nirvana then life is just a parade to death. Nobody really knows what happens after death; maybe just nothingness. Exactly. That’s what makes death eccentric.

“I am not the Doctor. I am the Apple, so you don’t need a doctor”

Play Diablo by Mac Miller at my funeral . 🌿

Twitter: @mighty_leny

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