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Oct. 12th, 2012|10:31 am |
nevaru strādāt... Can you understand something if you know the name it has been given? For example, you might know the chemical configuration of the hormone for mīlestība or iemīlēšanas (piemēram), but doesn't that just mean that you can convince yourself that you can box 'it' up (ķipa: it's just hormones) in order to control it with your intelligence?
But is there a chemical compound for this intelligence? Or is it your own idea of your own intelligence that is leading you down a one-way cul de sac to live out the rest of your days?
I'm telling you, sometimes you have to be a fucking idiot to believe the truth.
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