The problem is when your mind is limited, it’s really hard to be aware of how it’s limited. Because, you know, you’re not even aware. True original thought is so contrary to our ingrained pre-programmed mental pathways that if we actually had one it would bite us in the ass.
Perhaps heart attacks and strokes are merely the symptoms of people who’ve experienced an original thought. Hey, I’ll bet that’s an original thought right there. Ugh. What’s this tingling in my fingers? Oh, pretty rainbow colors. My head hurts.
Oops. Sorry about that. I’m back. Turns out it wasn’t an original thought after all. Just the same old thing that always when I happen to stand up too fast. I’ll try to be more careful so we can get this damn post over and done with.
What are rules? As I’ve often said, those are self-limiting paradigms recognized by suckers. Losers follow the rules. Winner do whatever it takes to win. Winners truly think outside of the box.
Imagine life is like a game of Monopoly. You toss the dice and roll a seven. You reach out, grab your little doggie token and count out your moves.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… Aw, shucks. Luxury tax! Guess I gotta pay.
Your opponent, however, just like in the real game of life, isn’t so constrained. If he rolls something he likes, fine. That helps maintain the illusion. But if he rolls something he doesn’t like, he yells, “Whoa! Look at the size of that preying mantis on your houseplant. Plunk, I just missed your hotel on Boardwalk. Ha ha! Gimme my $200 bucks!” He doesn’t even bother with the pretense of counting.
A more realistic example would be swiping the hotel and putting it on one of his properties then making you pay. Yeah, that’s nice work when you can get it.
What’s the point of playing a game if only one person, aka the sucker, pretends that rules exist?
To the victor go the spoils. Things like wealth, power, privilege, comfort, celebrity and more. Just ask Lance Armstrong. He was living the dream for a while. But if you had to cheat to get things like that, they end of tasting bitter and have no meaning, right?
Um, don’t they?
Wait. Maybe just once I should give it a try.
Meanwhile the sucker is playing with a stick in the dirt and telling himself things like, “Dude, money can’t buy you love. At least I’ve got my health. I’ve got fresh air in my lungs and the warmth of the sun on my face. Life is beautiful.”
Heh. Look at the sucker playing by the rules and talking to his imaginary friend. Let’s flatten him with my Learjet but don’t scratch the paint.
Not only does he play by the rules, he’s actually against cheating. Some quaint notion of ethics and morals and fair play, I guess. He can recognize some limited forms of cheating when done by others but the thing is, his mind is so limited, he can’t imagine the grand scale of what’s really going on around him. True outside-the-box thinking to him is like the ancient Aztecs trying to see the Cortez fleet out on the ocean. It’s so alien to his brain that it becomes invisible to him and he’s not even aware he’s missing out.
That’s pretty much the scale at which modern life operates.
I deleted the rest of this post. It got pretty vile. See? I just did you a solid. I guess I still have my sense of fair play after all. You’re welcome.