Have ever been in an expensive restaurant and asked a waiter for something simple and they reply. “Sorry, sir, this is not my table.”
I embarrassed my European wife half to death on three different continents by getting up and FINDING the waiter for MY table. She finally divorced me.
My logic is that I’m the payer, I’M the customer.
Below is a piece about the third dimension. Its point is that there is no room in my world for priests who hide behind damnation.
There is no room in my world for someone to make me PAY them so they can exercise whateverthehellitis they want to call “academic freedom.”
There is no room in my world for someone to tell me I have to have their degree for no reason except that I have to have their degree.
There is no room in my world for obedience to anybody who does not make MY life worth living.
In our present world you get paid for who you are. You get paid to be a philosopher, to explain why suffering is good.
I am not asking whether that is ENOUGH, I am asking whether it is ANYTHING.
If it’s NOTHING, why are you paying for it?
Ask the priest, ask the guru, ask the professor, ask the doctor whose only function is to keep you ALIVE. Ask them, “Are you giving me anything?”
The replies are:
“I am a priest, my job is to keep you from Sin, which I define.”
“I am a doctor, my job is to keep your heart beating.”
“I am a professor, my job is to provide you with an Education, which I define.”
“I am a guru, my job is to help you escape the Wheel of Life.”
If you ask anyone you PAY about making life worth living, they will laugh out loud.
That is NOT their table.
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