Parents who raise their kids on realistic content are performing a kind of soul circumcision without anesthesia, and they do it proudly. they buy the little books about sharing and recycling and how divorce is okay, sensible books, vetted books, books approved by some committee of childless phds who decided that dragons are psychologically destabilizing. and then this denuded little creature grows up and wanders out into a world that is absolutely crawling with dragons, real ones, humans who feed on humiliation, women who collect men like scalps, landlords, banks, algorithms, addictions, each one an ancient monster. and the kid has nothing, no stored narrative of the small weak thing prevailing, no memory of stones becoming bread or dead girls waking up. his parents gave him nutritious facts and he stands there starving in front of his first real giant with a stomach full of information. meanwhile some other kid whose grandmother filled him with absolute garbage, nonsense talking wolves, magic beans, boys made of wood, walks up to the same giant and something old activates in him. he knows somewhere deep in the meat of him that giants are a problem with a known solution, that has been handled before, by smaller people than him, with worse weapons
I feel qualified to chime in here.
Being middle class is a relatively new thing for most of the developing world. A table full of food feels luxurious to the Thai, the Turk, the Arab, the Indian, in a way westerners don’t quite grasp. Hunger is too far distant from our psyche.
I look at a table like this and I see gluttony and waste. The Turk feels content with the feast laid out before him. The table laden with food represents success to him in the same way westerners view a well manicured lawn or a decent wine collection. They are still at the safety stage of industrialization. Westerners want self-actualization.
If you talk to any old priest who's actually been in the game forty years they're like yes the devil is real and he prefers intelligent people, don't pray when you're angry it opens the wrong door, some saints were terrifying in person and not in a good way, certain prayers work at certain times of night and we don't know why, and never let a possessed person know you're afraid
Around age 17 I realized that “driving around on a sunny afternoon playing 2010s edm and singing along with someone in the passenger seat” was very high up there on the list of good experiences you can have, but I did not appreciate how much better it would get with age
Kesinlikle pek yakında sivil insanların şişelerini oraya atıp para kazanmasını engelleyen, birikmiş şişeleri onlardan bir şekilde alıp o paraları kendileri kazanan ve buna itiraz edenleri tehdit edip döven Kürt ağırlıklı bir mafya grubu oluşacaktır.
Bakın, "kesinlikle" diyorum.
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İstatistiklere bakacak olursak her şeyi yaptık ama bir şekilde olmadı. Üstelik en yüksek istatistikleri yakaladık.
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