#thinkers

[macrolit]

Let poets dream, let artists dream, let philosophers dream: let all thinkers be dreamers. - Victor Hugo

[reality-detective]

Critical Thinkers vs Uncritical Thinkers 🤔

[thepersonalwords]

I am not an atheist. But the religion that I do advocate is not of the Bible, Vedas, Quran or any other scripture. The religion I speak of, is what Christ talked about, it is what Buddha talked about, it is the religion of plain everyday kindness.

Abhijit Naskar

[trolledu]

The American philosopher and professor Noam Chomsky, at the age of 95, loses his ability to speak and write, thus being forced to relinquish the throne of words—the very tool through which he exposed the truth about global systems. Throughout his life, he left behind powerful reflections, including:

“There are no poor countries, only failed systems of resource management.”

“No one will place the truth in your mind; it is something you must discover for yourself.”

“If you want to control a people, create an imaginary enemy that appears more dangerous than you, then present yourself as their savior.”

“One of the clearest lessons of history: rights are not granted; they are taken by force.”

“There is a purpose behind distorting history to make it seem like only great men achieve significant things. It teaches people to believe they are powerless and must wait for a great man to act.”

“The world is a mysterious and confusing place. If you are not willing to be confused, you become a mere replica of someone else’s mind.”

“To control people, make them believe they are responsible for their own misery and present yourself as their savior.”

“The West will one day regret its shallow ideas that alienate people from their true nature. One must seek the right religion and the right belief.”

[spookydoodlz]

My take on the human thinkers!

Other things

-Floory's appearance changes depending on what surface he's on

-He can also kinda just... come out of the ground whenever. It's how he teleports

-Yin and Yang are bound together by some kind of magic that MePhone implemented when he made them. They have to stick together whether they want to or not

-Yes, Candle's hair is always on fire. Don't ask me how she does it cuz I dunno either.

-Paintbrush's fire hair ability is the same

-Silver's clothes and hair turn gold when he's using his inner flame. Basically super sonic.

-Oj does have to worry about losing all his blood whenever he lies down anymore! Yippee!!!

I might draw other II characters if y'all want me to

[oyeevarnika]

does anyone know when it stops feeling like this

[mdddante]

i heart og thinkers

also only one candle drawing because i cannot for the life of me draw candle

[microwave3gg]

A fictional poem/brain barf, maybe written by a character I’m developing. Idk lmk ur thoughts

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I feel like i'm stumbling in the dark, occasionally finding small pieces of a broken mosaic of memories with missing pieces and sharp edges

Some memories feel foreign, as though they are not mine

Sometimes the memories sharpness cut deep

Sometimes the memories slip through my hands like sand and I am left fumbling in the dark again, looking for something I can cannot remember,

something I lost.

I value my memories

Especially my childhood memories

For there are few

The beautiful ones even fewer

It is strange

my first memory was a dream

a line of colorful doors as far as the eye in a white room so vast I could not see any walls

Some invisible force pushes me around into 3 of them.

The doors hold my memories, I assume that is what they are

In one I lost my pacifier in the sea.

I search for it with desperation and anxiety while the sea’s chill slithered about my ankles. I could not have been more than four years old.

In another I watched my infant self messily eat pasta with fascination. My cheeks were smeared with sauce but my white bib remained pristine.

The last memory I cannot remember

And then suddenly I was falling

my eyes shot open to take in the new and foreign world around me

Where was I?

my bed I lied on was comfortable but a bit tall for my short height

The walls were a pale color

Sunlight filtered through the window blinds, illuminating the small child sleeping in the bed next to mine.

I get up and walk through this foreign place

I did not question who I was although all I had was two useless memories

I did not start to question who I was until years later and for different reasons (puberty)

I was me

And that was enough at the time

I follow the sounds of movement through a hallway and another room and then into the next

I find another

Large and towering above me

The word “mom” shoves itself out of my mouth instinctively

I look up as far as I can and hear a voice.

Before I can see the voices face the memory seems to run out

And I am floundering in the dark again.

Lost.

Who am I if I cannot remember my past?

I am me And that is enough,That is what I tell myself over and over

But I crave for more

I want to know

I am ever changing

I will never be the same person throughout my life

I doubt I would recognize myself years into the future

So it feels silly to try and search for memories in the dark when I have evolved and become so different from my past self

There is no point right?

But all the versions of me are still me I realize now

I crave to know my roots

I am a sentimental person.

Who was I at the very beginning of my life?

What were my very first desires and wants?

My first loves and passions?

Who is the child I watched eating pasta

Why was I alone, wading in the sea?

[chameleon-minded]

[stoicmike]

One wonders if a slow talker thinks at the same speed. -- Michael Lipsey

[flighty-111]

Visions of lights and orbs and angels

[thepersonalwords]

Come my friend. Come and walk with me in the path ahead that awaits you with open arms – the path of humanism – the path where every pedestrian is simply a human, not a Christian, Jew, Hindu, Muslim, Atheist, Mexican, American, Canadian, British, Australian, Russian, Asian, African, European or anything else.

Abhijit Naskar, Principia Humanitas

[journey-to-balance]

 "The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."  - The Girl with Linen Hair, 1890

Friedrich Nietzsche | 15 October 1844 – 25 August 1900 | German philologist, philosopher, poet, cultural critic and composer whose work influenced 20th century thinkers and writers. He's known for challenging traditional morality and Christianity, and for his existentialist ideas that emphasized life, creativity, and power. Nietzsche's writings explored themes of good and evil, the end of religion, and the concept of a "super-man'

This quote essentially means that to truly be yourself and live authentically, one must sometimes go against the majority opinion or "tribe mentality," which can lead to feelings of loneliness and fear, but the value of individual autonomy is worth the potential discomfort and isolation it may bring; in other words, "owning yourself" is a precious right even if it means standing alone. 

Key points to understand the quote:

"Tribe": Represents the collective group mentality, social norms, or the majority opinion that can sometimes try to influence individuals to conform. 

"Struggle to keep from being overwhelmed": Indicates the pressure individuals may feel to conform to the group, potentially sacrificing their own beliefs or desires. 

"Lonely often, and sometimes frightened": Highlighting the potential downsides of going against the group, including feelings of isolation and vulnerability. 

"No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself": Emphasizes that despite the challenges, the right to self-determination and personal authenticity is worth the sacrifices. 

[jonnyardor]

Marketing, Positioning and Branding with Christian principles ( with Bible verses)

[xr250r]

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