One of approximately 5x10^67 thoughts of today that will probably never be articulated:
What percentage of arguments are over the words we use vs. the ideas we are trying to describe...it would be so much easier if discussions were strictly visual. Like if I could see someone’s mental picture of what they were trying to say and cut out articulating altogether. Like oh you have that same purple tree, me too...sick, we agree that purple trees are legit.
Telepathy....basically telepathy...but like visual telepathy.
If we heard someone else’s claims in our language (our word choices, ways of framing things, etc.) I think this would direct a lot of potential arguments to just straight dialogue. Dude wait before we escalate into a fight let's pull up our mental maps...hmm ok loading loading...oh wow wait this is what you mean?? We actually are coming from the exact same place....why the hell are we arguing??
Maybe that’s what transparency means...actively showing people how we feel, what we think (again, much more convenient with telepathy and without the clunky necessity of employing words).
What is the aim here, huh? Am I trying to win? Or am I trying to pave common ground? And if I’m really trying to win, for what? Do I really gain in the end? And to what potential loss? (Are the two circles of a Venn diagram drawing closer or farther apart as a result? These two entities being me and you or you and whoever)
...anywho...
Some Funkadelic wisdom:
Good Thoughts Bad Thoughts (1974)
“Travel like a king
Listen to the inner voice
A higher wisdom is at work for you
Conquering the stumbling blocks come easier
When the conqueror is in tune with the infinite
Every ending is a new beginning
Life is an endless unfoldment
Change your mind, and you change your relation to time
You can find the answer
The solution lies within the problem
The answer is in every question
Dig it?
An attitude is all you need to rise and walk away
Inspire yourself
Your life is yours
It fits you like your skin
The oak sleeps in the acorn
The giant sequoia tree sleeps in its tiny seed
The bird waits in the egg
God waits for his unfoldment in man
Fly on, children
Play on
You gravitate to that which you secretly love most
You meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts
There is no chance, coincidence or accident
In a world ruled by law and divine order
You rise as high as your dominant aspiration
You descend to the level of your lowest concept of your self
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The infinite intelligence within you knows the answers
Its nature is to respond to your thoughts
Be careful of the thought-seeds you plant in the garden of your mind
For seeds grow after their kind
Play on, children
Every thought felt as true
Or allowed to be accepted as true by your conscious mind
Takes roots in your subconscious
Blossoms sooner or later into an act
And bears its own fruit
Good thoughts bring forth good fruit
Bullshit thoughts rot your meat
Think right, and you can fly
The kingdom of heaven is within
Free your mind, and your ass will follow
Play on, children
Sing on, lady”