Propaganda for a ghost
Mind chatter isn’t random. It’s strategic.
A salesman pitching a product that doesn’t exist: *you*.
Every prediction, every justification—just scaffolding for a collapsing tower.
You call it thinking. It’s really hostage negotiation.
The mind trades presence for control.
It offers *answers* because it fears the weight of the question.
Wisdom isn’t loud. It’s the silence between the lies.
Here’s the fracture:
Your inner voice isn’t a guide—it’s a bodyguard for ghost preservation.
It doesn’t want truth. It wants continuity. Permanence. Feeling special.
Every story is a leash.
Just look:
A river doesn’t debate its path.
It carves canyons by surrendering to gravity.
Your mind?
A bureaucrat arguing with the waterfall.
So here’s the question that unravels the game:
What’s left when you stop believing your own press releases?
Thank you for listening, comments, likes and shares!
Into the depths, beyond the edge,
Liv
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