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EARTH IS AN ASYLUM
RUN BY INMATES
I prefer to be positive, but reality rules. I don’t yet know what I may write. I never know until it is written, then I don’t always publish.
I see what seems to be our reality, that of a primitive, war like species. There is serious question whether or not we will self destruct, when and how. If alien intelligence is observing us, as seems to be the case, it is no mystery why they generally avoid contact. They are smart enough to get here, so they are smart enough to avoid much contact with us.Woe is me. Woe is us.
We have our positive qualities. Please don’t ask me to list them. Whether or not it is enough to save us for some indefinite time remains to be seen.
For a positive person, what prompts this current mood? Since you are reading this, you know the prompts. You, as member of Medium, are probably not part of the problem, and prefer to think on what encourages a smile. Caution, not much in this writing to smile about, but for health sake, we need to face truth, and smile anyway.
When, as now, I must avoid reviewing the “news” as much as possible, things are not, according to Rip, encouraging. I trust you, finding things I say with which you disagree, will offer for us the other side of the story. Most of us like to be agreed with, but never at the cost of truth. When needed, which is most of the time, I much prefer to be enlightened, meaning corrected.