People speak, people talk, people mock and then they forget. They are idiots of their own type. Shallow inside, so they talk shallow.
They have nothing to think about, nothing meaningful to speak, nothing to align their thoughts to their actions. Just monkeys jumping from one branch to another. It's their speciality — they spend years mastering it.
They are only looking for moments to get their dopamine release, because they have no creativity, no creative expression. No economy of thought, no politics of principle, only reaction.
Still, they have a special confidence — a confidence that actually depends on others. Put someone down, feel up. That is their business model.
Let them be creatures of their own type. Does it matter? No, not at all. It hardly matters. They are poor inside.
Who are they? Nothing. Just parasites who need our reaction, and when they don't get it, they collapse.
Krishnamurti was right — insecurity is the nature of things. Their mocking is just a wall they built against their own insecurity. Don't give it cement.
Don't give them cement. Let the wall fall on its own.
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