Naivi ir arī iedomāties, ka ar naivumu pietiks, lai nekļūtu par to, ko tu te uzskaitīji :)
Nez kāpēc man šitas atgādina ūdra lepošanos ar to, kāds viņš bērns.

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Nene, naivums galīgi nav vienīgais. Un arī nesaku, ka esu bērns, dzīve piespiež uzņemties kaudzi atbildību, bet kļūt par normālu sabiedrībai pieņemamu pieaugušo netaisos.

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ah, un jah! ūdris nav bērns, ūdris ir kretīns, lai dies' nogrābstas, es ceru, ka nekad nekļūšu nekas tam līdzīgs.

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Nu ta nāksies dubultdzīvi piekopt, grozīt savas kantītes, cerot, ka trāpīsi pagriezt pareizo plakni:) Bet tas ir nogurdinoši, imo.

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Ha, es grūtību nebaidos. (ironiski smiekli)

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The strong spirit demands to carry much, but finds that what it is given to carry is not enough, it demands only the most difficult. This spirit piles on whatever it can, becoming a Camel. This camel bears the weight of his task, but eventually finds his work meaningless and illusory, he finds himself, in a spiritual desert.

This Camel no longer finds meaning in the values subscribed to him; he is a spirit too strong to take on this task, he no longer wishes to bear the weight of values that do not come from his own. The Camel becomes a Lion, the spirit that fights against these false values in order to find his own place, his own freedom. The Lion is the no-saying spirit, but his role is not only to deny, but to make room for new yeas.

This Lion becomes a Child. What is this child? He is a new beginning. This requires first a forgetting of the old, and then, the start of a new game. He is the beginning of a new wheel, his piece the center of a motion that picks up new pieces along its path, creating a new world along its way.

What is this child one may ask? A laborer? An idol? A hero? A devil?
No! But perhaps he is--the latter!
The laborer is the Camel, the idol the Dragon, the hero the Lion. What this child is, is a God!
The Child is not a great carrier, nor a a struggler. He has suprassed toil, a God does not struggle.
The Ubermensch is like a child playing with blocks, placing the pieces where he woud will his creation. And what could be more devilish, to treat others as a piece? But that is the innocence of the Child. His creation will be built with disregard to protest; the child will grow up, and his value bloom as far as the fertile ground his Lion carved out will allow for it.