Why

Do I choose to say so much and speak so little, when I express, and I express!, that we ought do the opposite? I choose who reads this. I choose who gets to know this. Whoever I believe, and my judgment is not good, is worthy of power/freedom/liberation. But none of this will work on anyone who first has not managed to quell their anger into nothing, to no one who has not questioned themselves, the world, to no one who does not want to change. But what is on offer is simply the meaninglessness of despair, painkillers for those searching for the truth that constantly evades them, ways to incorporate into the way you act so that you can annihilate those who mock you, mentally, and a life of peace. I read constantly, on the path towards the godhead, and I aim to bring people up to the gods with me, those to whom I offer a chariot.