A random four part syllogism:
Monday, March 30, 2026
March 30th 2013
March 30th 2024
In a world made of gambling pieces; sometimes the worst gamblers take the pot. That is the root of all corruption.
- Marco
"There is no self-contradiction" why Liberalism is an art : : (by: Marco Almeida)
The following is an extremely important conversation to learn from.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
March 29th, 2025
I know. I know I have a big heart. I come from a lineage of influence both genetically and environmentally. The affluence I have over others has nothing - absolutely nothing to do with anger. Anger turned inward is not a healthy habit. Psychologically, a intelligent cognizant individual looks to signs. These signs act as a cursor to what I believe channels emotions. All anger is - is an emotion that you train the mind to think. It is a form of emotional intelligence. I don't think Patterson is a credible source to claim otherwise.
- Marco
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March 29th, 2010
The most extraordinary of talents ever raised; is the discussion between deception and self-deception. (Nietzsche has himself all wrong from the get-go.)
- Marco
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For anyone I know who acts out of character, are the usual suspects of uncharismatic wanna-be archetype.
The rule of all rules to love by. . .
"The fact is that men should never try to dictate to women. They never know how to do it, and when they do do it, they always say something particularly foolish."
March 29th 2014
I have worked tirelessly to defend myself from the rental aspect of others ignorance toward me. It is a battle to do so.
-Marco
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I have learned to view people that think they can take a lease out on my qualities then make me feel bad for it.
- Marco
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I find it highly ambitious of others that treat me for a fool yet underestimate my own unadulterated ability to see right through themselves.
- Marco
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March 29th 2022
I just have this feeling of nostalgia in certain moments where I feel a place I want to go back to. Today is no different. I drift my thoughts back to when I was I university. I spent the best years of my life going to the University of Winnipeg during that time. It is not a manner of wanting to go back to change something but a matter of revisiting that past. I loved going there. I had a fascination with learning even if I was only unconscious of it. You would probably equate the feeling of love with the thought of nostalgia. University was a defining period in my personal life. I met my true self in return. That is what I need to recall right now.
Marco
Hegel by necessity
I am not sure Hegel is stating war is based on necessity. Why. Because that is a fallacy. My belief is that Hegel simply states a blueprint from what is war and to the benefit of identifying what is the cause. The root of the problem is not that conflict is a good. But that conflict as an end requires action. It is how I believe conflict originates. The object (as per Hegel) is to war what to is to war is to circumvent itself.
*Is Conflict the Engine of Human Survival? Hegel Says Yes.
Saturday, March 28, 2026
March 28th, 2010
To the untrained eye, literature only if it appears to be run amok - is nothing short of ideas.
Wow'z, ^they once thought romantics somehow. . . lost their way. . . out of history (not making it themselves).
Marco
Friday, March 27, 2026
March 27th, 2010
My own ego no longer dazzles (myself) anymore than it used to, lord knows I've tried very hard at it. It's funny, how deformed my 'huge' sense of ego becomes over-inflated, how huge is huge is another matter entirely.
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Marco
March 27th, 2011
What does man reveal most, about man himself; if not (man in a singular sense)
(a) his insecurity or (b) inner-workings of what he or (c) something else greater cannot reveal (the least) about his own admission.
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Marco
March 27th, 2020
I feel revelation at a time like this in my course of life. My personal history. I am living in a very small bubble as result of my own.
I just wonder, as if by some magical stroke of genius.
What has happened to me or better thought as who am I.
I see myself without an ego and strip my senses bare. It comes to me from a place I use to think I had some form of objective which perhaps the universe conspired.
I am a person not guilt free from what has brought me to this point.
I simply serve an important message that has rapidly traveled though the instruction orbiting my mind.
That no matter what I think, is out of my control. People who have touched me in ways that I only hope something connected no longer exist.
I have self respect and that my self respecting nature exalted all forms of needs. Mainly, the need for love.
I guess I've dabbled in experiencing love at the same time being taken for granted. I just don't know what I have realized set me apart.
I miss a lot of what used to be.
So sitting here purging myself of what has been not meant to be or to be.
What I am ultimately trying to share is my vestige.
That somehow throughout time did I cease to exist and no one else noticed.
I suppose that is experimental in light of what we see say or do.
But at what point did people forget to notice.
I am talking about my image.
Where at some place else in my life's journey has the apple dropped, figuring out who I now am.
As the past has unraveled it takes us to never never land never really knowing who would become what.
All I now know is how really fragile I feel at times.
And that fragility is what keeps me trapped in a bubble my ego subsides.
I cannot blame other people I used to know who no longer see me for what I am. I know that much. I also know I feel what people see me exist in some level of mastery and those who have no intent of a connection.
Reality is very superficial in how some of us survive though things we can afford. So I've learned that people cut their losses even at my expense.
I never truly truly knew that until now.
I always thought people would just fall in love with me for no better reason. They would envy myself in some psychological state of euphoria. I am indeed very naive of me.
So I take a deep breath and now that I realize I no longer exist to some people I don't know what is left for me to offer in life.
I am not so certain of myself as I once lead myself to believe.
There is no comfort in being forgotten. So maybe this sadness has evolved over the years. It has caused great depression and impartial weight gain. I am not proud in that respect.
I simply wish I were seen or then maybe made not to be. That is paradox. How do I make people feel is not up to me. How I exist is not up to me. Why I am forgotten is not up to me.
I just know how scared I've become to witness it all.
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Marco
Thursday, March 26, 2026
Self respect vs its mastery
March 26th 2024 [AI vs man]
What separates all technology from the human mind? What is the truth for all AI.












