I want to find Ways to Reverse Reductive Thoughts, formerly How to Race Reducing Thoughts

In order to turn off a racing mind, you have to deny it the fuel it needs to start spinning in the dark. 

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More Real Times to Have and to Hold Onto

I began about ten seconds ago.

I began about ten minutes ago, too.

I guess nothing can ever be done.

Or do I just want to excuse myself from following through?

I mean that nothing is ever perfect, except God. In a way, everything is perfect always.

But I guess some things can only be done once and there is nothing more to try to perfect.

For example, if I chop a log and the axe goes right through and it's a clean cut... that's pretty perfect. There is a range of cuts and sizes of wood that would all be equally useful for firewood.

And I kiss a 26 year old female human with pale skin and black hair.

I like her. She likes astronomy.

I like suicide notes, but not suicide or suicidal thoughts or feelings.

By "feelings" I meant suicidal feelings, but now I mean all feelings.



The feeling of joy that I get from insights is incidental, unintended, and corruptable. It's nice, joy is. But it is not necessary. Aaron said nothing but the Trinity is necessary. Feelings are not as valuable as words or insights. Feelings are inevitable, but life would be fine if they were gone somehow. But life would not be life without feelings. 



There are happy and sad bacteria floating in the ocean.

I feel good that I am home alone with very few responsibilities.... there are too many 'i's in 'responsibilities', but I like it.

It's quiet here. 

Peaceful.

I think I should read Music That Is Soundless, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Marcus Aurelius's Meditations, or Crime and Punishment. I don't want to read right now, but I do want to read at least three more pages of Crime and Punishment today, and I want to read more of Alice today. I want to read the other two, but not anytime soon, because I feel uncomfortable trying to read most of the time, and those books are more difficult to read.

Classic pain and gain.

Big muscle boobs.

I watched about an hour of the Royal Tenenbaums this morning.

I really love it.

I don't want to talk to Aaron, because it is difficult. I don't even want to listen to him.

I want to descibe this feeling.

It's uneasy, maybe queasy, cold and hot, shaky, face hurting, clammy, sticky, tastes bad and smells bad, like rotten vegetables, or pee, or really bad tomato sauce, feel like something will rip and sting and bleed.



That might be the main reason feelings can be bad: I can feel any feeling for any reason, or for no reason. They should not be trusted. They must be felt, but they should be subject to reason, and they should not determine choices that people make. I guess they usually have to affect what people do, because they are integral to being human. 



I believe people should try to be healthy and try to help themselves reach their positive potential.

One should first try to help oneself, then as many other people as possible. 

Maybe every human or every family should have a fertile peaceful acre of land. Maybe an average of two people per acre.

Maybe there will be 8 billion people by 2020.

We'll need 4 billion acres. That should be about half of the arable earth.

People will go to their acres by plane or boat or train or road.



Everyone will live by the same rules:

- Always get permission from anyone affected by anything you do, before you do it. Or at least be reasonably certain that the effect will be positive.

- Do not do anything if you think anyone will probably be negatively affected by it.

- Try to do something that will perfect the world, including yourself.

That is all that needs to be done.



I imagine a beautiful family playing frisbee at the local park, 3,000 years from now, in 5,016 A.D. They love Jesus. Mom, Dad, a boy named Junus, and a girl named Rew. 

Dad paints everything. Mom designs government websites. Junus wants to explore the ocean. Rew wants to fix human brains.

They eat a type of pasta that is perfectly healthy. During the night two tormadoes pass through town, but only ten trees and three shrubs are damaged. 

. . . I have to type this - no, I don't :  . . . Rew is 16 years old now. A boy named Fooden comes to her house after Rew says it's okay. Her family is away from 4:15 to 9:00 in the evening. She and Fooden watch TV, cook and eat a frozen pizza . . . . Of course, Rew does not enjoy anything about it, except sharing the experience and the fact that it is probably the best time of Fooden's life so far.