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So every day, you gather what you can find, and you carry it to the pile. The pile is a never ceasing fire, burning in a mile high chimney, errected in competitions among tribes. Its hard to ignore- all those walking towards the firestorm, carrying sacrifices- once the sunrise and sunset mass orgasm subsides.
Maybe you found coal, you have talent, you are worthy, you can feel the burning envy of the others. The one left to you, carries some brushes, the one right to you carries a struggling fat deer. Oh, how it will burn, oh the joys.
All of you have the mycelium behind your eyes- that spark never to cease. At the distance, some youths howl insults at the caravan, not strong enough to carry yet, dismissing the joys of the front row out of jealousy. They will find something, find their place, they will wake up to the joy, carrying some dehydrated, light husk to the pillar of awe. Even now they are hiding some candle or torch.
You slough towards the heat, some sweating the ash off, some collapsing, even in spasms- the eye on the inferno and its priests. Some are deprived off the joy, to deliver coolant, to maintain roads or shovell ashes. The joyless, you pity them- you hit them if they come between you and the pyre. Then the orange fills the world, joy is you, and you dance, forward, backward. Foam is on your mouth. Till you collapse from your body giving way. A Joyless carries you home, some lonely replaceable hole, in a well organized dessert, a empty cave in the anthill on a empty plain - where you, where you all sleep. For tomorrow, before dusk you will rise.
You will walk out into the inferno- telling yourself, that you are pure. One of the lucky few, to be burned away, for another day. You are the burning men. You always wanted this.
It really is the most easy way out. Nobody gets to errect his borderwalls of textile or lack thereof in main street. We vote on a standard, and thats it. That way all those warmongers steering the soupkitchen of hate cant warm on the heat of the debate. The only solution is not to play.
Its really difficult to find out wether a piece of clothing was a personal choice or something chosen/force upon a person to define in and outgroups. Basically, it boils down to detecting a thought-crime against open society.
So why not agree on some middle ground. Transparent Headscarfs? Headscarfs made from hair-extensions? Something like that?
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2013/jul/05/egypt-women-ra...
That machoism is very real in the middle east- and the headscarf is part of the dividing and conquering. Nothing less. Cause there is always the mother and saint who wears it and the "cheap" whores free to hunt who dont.
May be that for some, this clothing has already lost its symbolism, like the white-wedding dress lost the symbolism of virginity it once held for christianity. If it has no symbolic value, why make such a fuzz about wearing it at all?
But in that case, i rather be safe then sorry.
The trick to overcome that almost physical reaction, was to couple it with something i loved. Which was programming games. So sinus and cosinus was needed? I would add grenades using sinewaves for bouncing, scaled by a time factor. It was not always usefull or meaningfull work. But i kept the problems in my head, until i understood and could solve them with the new tools i got.
So i guess that is my advice, take something you love and glue what you want to learn to it. Switch frequently so that you have successes and not just non stop starting frustration. Apply in large doses.
I do not believe that university fullfills a really good role when it comes to filtering for intelligence, it rather filters for familys who put pressure to preservere on kids. But they do a really good job, on forcing people through stuff, that a self-tought person might skip- because they found it useless or not applicable. Algorithm theory and the limits of computation? That is a dry topic and tough to get through without beeing forced too. Software-architecture? Cant see me using that- those small projects i worked on always worked well without. And so on and so forth.
University does one thing right, it forces you to be interested in stuff you do not know you should be interested in.
I do find the filtering out of people who go to university - either by school grades or by monetary parent background really nasty though. In my eyes, anyone who is shown to apply himself, should be able to stay at a higher education.
Because what you are trying to accomplish, is basically to force any strike-breakers in your alliance to be publicly shamed.
Those who really drive a hard line, are most of the time unheard of, they just come, negotiate you down into the ground and you have to smile and wave. Cause atleast the factory you have does not make minus and earn 1 cent a hour.
https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/wnjvb9/the-us-air...
They even bring you into a world of missery if they do fit.
https://www.space.com/9217-spacesuit-gloves-astronauts-finge...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maximum_Absorbency_Garment
The truth is, if the mini-spaceship does not fit, you can not work properly outside. You can try, but you will fight more with the mini-spaceship, then with the task you should accomplish.
What fascinates me is how, they do not have a 2nd spacesuit up there if that spacewalk was planned that way. Nasa usually does not mess up logistics.
Stoicism- is to have the dignity of not beeing a slave of ones own emotions, in happiness as in suffering.
Of course, these "national" liberation movements where double betrayed when the german racism became obvious.
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