Self-satisfaction breeds pride, and pride is a big problem, because it turns a person into a worm. The proud man's arms and legs fall off, he is overcome by procrastination and loses the ability to do something on his own. The proud are obsessed with the desire for power and try to force others to work, but they can only talk and give "valuable instructions".
The demand to hurry should be answered that it is better to spend a day on flight training and an hour to fly than to walk for three hours. This is the essence of the greatness of the human mind. The mind that knows the meaning of this idea is the mind that has attained enlightenment and rebirth from caterpillar to butterfly. Born to crawl can learn to fly, but it needs intelligence.
Born to crawl is someone who lives within one point of view and leans on the ground with his whole body. Ordinary people lean on the ground with two legs and can perceive two opposite points of view. Those who can fly have learned three-dimensional thinking.
The scarab is a symbol of wealth. Watching the scarab, you will understand what money is, from what and how they are extracted. Plenty of money. Money is the unity of dust, love, ideas and shit. Idea and shit, it's a metaphor for truth and lies.
How to walk straight when everyone is pulling you in different directions? You can't move, you either fall or, finding balance, you stand still. The second is correct. Find a balance and, freezing, put down roots. Your goal is high, not low, your goal is to grow, not crawl.
The technology of an electronic assistant based on artificial intelligence, which will help human to remember information and suggest something, will most likely lead to total degradation of the human brain, which will quickly destroy humanity. Now, when it`s not necessary to think, the brains will be reduced even more and human will turn into an insect. The assistant will manage human through a radio channel, and human, as it befits an ant, will crawl and collect energy, dragging it in the anthill. The more energy the ant gets, the happier it will be.
In the wonderland each one worships a personal snail... Having been cultished a snail becomes a symbol of everything. It is the slowest who wins the speed race. Softness under a thick layer of mucus becomes a standard of life.
Every person needs a spiritual skeleton of beliefs. As absence of such a skeleton makes it difficult even to crawl, not to speak of walking. A person without beliefs is a person without a back bone, or a paralyzed person.
A person without beliefs is an insect. By the way, a new idea. Bees, ants, roaches, caterpillars are backboneless. The only nice thing about the backboneless is that despite being unpleasant they are doomed to be weak and small. While a strong person who has a spiritual skeleton is a hundred, if not a thousand times stronger than any insect. People who got no beliefs, turn into insects. However, this state of things doesn't suit "Nature". Nature has already created both anthills and beehives and it's a relic of the past that should be followed by some new sequence of events.
A scarab is the metaphor of Sisyphus. The only difference between Sisyphus and the beetle is that the scarab resigned itself to life and enjoys it whereas Sisyphus hypocritically refuses to admit he is a dorbeetle.
Why are they gnawing the granite of science? Are they worms? Have they forgotten that born to crawl can't fly? Science is a flight of thought, it does not need to be gnawed and slobbered. Everything you eat will turn into manure, distilled water and simple sugars... You can't do that with science. Knowledge does not need to eat, the knowledge you need to carefully contemplate, rejoice and enjoy their beauty. No need to eat flowers and trample the grass like a cloven-hoofed animal. Just enjoy their beauty, like butterflies and bees, collecting the nectar of knowledge.
You ask how I know so much about demons and their sins. I have nothing to hide, this book is the lament of my own soul, I wrote all about myself. My whole life has been spent on the edge of the abyss of fear. My whole life has been a hell of misery, pain and torment. My whole life is a hell of stupidity, malice, and my innumerable vices. You know, I'm not even a fallen angel, I was born that way. I've never had anything like wings... I had nothing. I was a brainless, armless, legless, blind and deaf caterpillar from the darkest depths of hell. The only thing that was strange about me was that I loved flowers and envied butterflies.
What’s the point of your life? Are you a dorbeetle pushing dust balls? Or an ant focused on building anthills? Or maybe you are a bee always buzzing with pleasure and pretending to work? Have you pushed many balls so far? Have you built many anthills? Haven’t you had enough pleasures? Say, are you happy?
Work must be accompanied by growth and fruitfulness, otherwise it breeds neurosis and suffering. If your job in this sense you do not like, forget about the money and quit as quickly as possible. Money is dust, dust is everywhere. The dung beetle, who loves his job, will find dust and dung everywhere to roll his balls.
Syntalism offers the algorithms of truth to all of its adherents. Truth is power, money and power. He who is born to crawl can get wings if he changes the algorithms of his thinking. Everything is very simple: either you perfect yourself or you will be looped and thrown out of reality. A red pill and a white one: the former will transform you into the hamster and the latter, into a human.
The hero is joyful, but his joy is lies and drug addiction, and he is struck by pride. The real hero is a snail, her main feat is that she is restrained and does not think of herself as a hero to maintain her self-esteem. The snail has good self-esteem. The snail knows that it is the fastest and most dangerous animal in the forest.