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“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
—Ernest Hemingway
American author and journalist
There is a perilous power to proclamations that one should be wary of. When the proclamation is quoted, it takes on an air of authenticity. The reader often accepts the quote as wisdom, without questioning it.
So, Taylor Swift is using social media to extort Apple Music. Her issue is that Apple Music was going to offer her music (as well as other artists) for free for three months, in order to entice listeners to try the service.
Now, I would be compassionate if Taylor Swift was a starving artist. If she couldn’t eat for three months due to this. This clearly isn’t the case. From all appearances, Taylor is under zero financial duress. And the music in question is not unreleased tracks—this is existing work for which she has already earned a lot of money.
Bob Proctor has posted three steps for visualization:
1. Your conscious mind chooses thoughts and turns them into pictures.
2. Your conscious mind then turns the pictures over to the subconscious mind.
3. Your subconscious mind, which can’t distinguish between real and imaginary, expresses the actions and results that align perfectly with the picture you provided.
Bob makes an allegory, comparing the subconscious to a computer. Program your subconscious with pictures that you think of, and your subconscious takes that input and it calculates the most direct route for you to attain your desire.
Worth trying out, no? Let me know how it goes!
You can read his full article here.
I was asked by a random acquaintance on Facebook: do you believe in God?
My answer:
I have yet to meet a god, so no. I believe that I have an open mind, so if I can have *irrefutable, reproducible and verifiable* proof of a god, then I will adjust my beliefs.
If a god exists, why would he/she/it hide? Until I have proof, the idea of a god existing is as believable as Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny being real.
If there is a god, how do you explain *different* religions, *holy* crusades that brutally **murder** innocents, inquisitions that *torture,* witch hunts that *burn* women to **death**—all of this in the name of a loving god?
If I was to meet a god, there would have to be a **lot** of explanations before I, or any rational person, would start to forgive such atrocities.
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“Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.”
—Carl Edward Sagan
American Astrophysicist
Feeling taxed? Why not start a religion? They are tax-exempt after all.
Wait—I get the feeling that you think I am being facetious. I’m not.
For example, imagine a science fiction writer, unhappy with being paid poorly, and then taxed on top of that. He starts a religion, mixes in a smattering of psychiatry and then, for good measure, obscures facts with a bit of scientific façade. Throw in an alien overlord and bits and pieces from the pages of yesteryear’s pulpy science fiction. Extort the IRS into turning a blind eye—and voilà—a *”religion”* is born!
Ok. You got me. Clearly, I’m making all of this up. Forget that I brought this up, and go about paying your taxes. Sometimes, my imagination runs wild.
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“Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion.”
—L. Ron Hubbard
Founder of Scientology
I just listened to a podcast that had a logo displayed throughout, stating:
“Smash the Patriarchy”
If this had been “Smash the Matriarchy” I suspect that there would be an uproar from women.
Why is it socially acceptable to hate, when men are the target?
The words “double standard” are coming to mind.
You now have permission to take guilt and shame off of your task list!
Hooray!
“Never underestimate the power of your passion!”
The assignment was at once simple and terrifying. Write a story.
“What type of story?” the boy asked.
“Any,” said the teacher.
“What do I write about?” he pondered out loud.
“Whatever you would like,” she responded.
With that, the barriers to creativity were shattered.
Welcome to the new RedundantRedundant.com!
Yes, this post is redundant. I couldn’t resist!