Surrender is easy, holding on is hard

The global psyop is nearly perfect, and even beginning to questioning it requires near enlightenment-level consciousness.

You would never surrender, right? Give up, give in, fold, back down…

In some cases you shouldn’t. But which ones?

And in which cases should you?

Are there any cases where surrender is justified?

I love analogies. We don’t think rationally, logically or in text.
But images. They’re something else.

They say a child only touches a hot stove once.
But, why do they surrender so quickly? Weaklings.

Ok, there are times to surrender.

When we are wrong.

But objective truth and falsehood aren’t so easily determined.

Most of everything we debate are subjective or non-falsifiable truths.

Some would say opinions.
I don’t disregard what people believe in.
But I don’t accept it either.

Our beliefs create our reality, is true.
But most don’t understand the significance of this statement.

It’s completely possible to believe in falsehood, and by that belief “create” it in our lives. Not by summoning dragons or fairytale creatures, but by attributing our beliefs to the unknown and unknowable, justifying random events and things beyond our control.

It’s not that we create reality.
It’s that we interpret reality through our beliefs.
And we will twist and turn reality to fit into our beliefs, because we’re not rational.

And it all works fine until it doesn’t.
Maybe someone questions us.
Maybe, finally, we in a scientific manner, put our beliefs to the test.

And ususally we get upset.
Somehow helping realize our mistakes, disadvantageous or even dangerous beliefs is generally perceived as an attack on our person.

Which is why we need to create distance to our beliefs.
Why we must learn to surrender, without scorching our hands on the stove.

The opposite is destruction of ourselves and the world.

We break reality by believing whatever we want..

And to some degree, I wouldn’t care if society wasn’t and enless mirage of support systems, yaysayers, digital bubbles and more.

If we even existed in direct relationship with reality, most of our false beliefs would be made obvious in short manner.

But we don’t. Most of our time is spent like this, behind a screen.
Writing or reading about some complex topic, too far removed from any actual grounded experience of it.

With the advent of AI generated imagery, sound and video we’re about to be flooded with evidence of stoves not being hot.

And hundreds, thousands, maybe millions will waste their lives debating pros and cons without ever taking the first step in verifying the simplest statement.

Or it could be something less simple, but still possible.

Impregnate a man for example.

Or become impregnated by a woman.

Quite simple isn’t it?

There’s really no need for debate on this topic.

But we’re too far removed from actively participating in the ideas we’re engaged in.

Instead we live in prisons of our own making.
Elaborate illusions comprised of carefully crafted good and evil, victims and oppressors.

And as long as we don’t test the waters of reality… we can isolate in our sheltered spaces, because outside is a storm, or so we’ve heard.

And when we act on that belief is becomes real, in the way it affects us.

And we never swim, sink, get battered by waves, wind and rain.
Never row til our arms are numb, clothes wet, cold to the bone.

No we never surrender.
Because we never live.
We never let go to the point where we’re even allowed to.

Instead we stay indoors, hiding from the storm, on a sunny day.
Screaming and shouting at the reckless fools venturing outside.
Endangering us all. A burden. A risk.

Talk is cheap.
It’s ironic because I do try to stay away from topics out of my reach.

But I’ve been dissecting my own mind for well over ten years by now.
I’m simply commenting on my own experience and how I see it play out on societal level.

Unfortunately these topics are too complex for my basic bitch writing skills.
I do better out in the storm.
Hauling in the big catch.
Face to face with my illusions, and broken by them.
Force to choose, between lie and truth, death and surrender.

The great surrender.

I don’t see humans change beliefs.
No much. Not most.
Some gather data.
Some build pillowforts to protect their beliefs.
Some murder, rape and torture to do the same.
Some cancel.

But very few allow their worlds to shatter.
Again and again.
Rebuilding over and over.
Letting time, experience and truth inform their final shape.
A masterpiece.

Because it hurts.

It hurts to let go.

It hurts to surrender.

But not as much as living the lie.