Sept. 7, 2021 - Freedomain Radio - Stefan Molyneux
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| You love people to find out if they're even remotely capable of handling love. | |
| When I was a kid, we had these fuse boxes that we would use pennies. | |
| We'd jam pennies in to continue to get current when the fuse is blue because we lived in these fairly crappy old apartments. | |
| And most people, love just blows their fuse. | |
| If they're genuinely loved and somebody genuinely wants to tell the truth to them and genuinely wants what's best for them, most people run screaming from genuine love. | |
| From somebody who won't let you lie, who won't let you waste your life, who, like, really standing out for what's very best in you, for the very best in your potential. | |
| Most people run screaming for that. | |
| So, just love people relentlessly until they can't stand you or they fall in love with you back. | |
| I mean, that's what you do in life. | |
| Just love people relentlessly until... | |
| They either fall back in love with you or they run away. | |
| Now, I'm not talking about strangers on a train. | |
| Do not love strangers on a train relentlessly. | |
| But, you know, people in your life, you know, you've got a mother, a brother, a cousin, friends, whatever. | |
| You're just like, don't accept lies. | |
| Don't let them lie to themselves. | |
| Don't let them consume bad media any more than you'd let a dog eat chocolate. | |
| Just don't do it. | |
| Relentlessly stand for the best in them. | |
| Don't let them... Like this guy I was talking to today who had the bad breakup. | |
| He was like, oh no, no, she's mentally ill. | |
| It's all her, not me. And I'm like, dude, you can't insult a woman you gave your heart to without damning yourself to. | |
| It's like you're both in the boat in the middle of the ocean and you're drilling a hole in the bottom of the boat saying, I'm just going to sink you. | |
| I'll be fine. It's like, no, you're in the same boat. | |
| Come on. So you just don't let people lie to themselves. | |
| And you can say it nicely. | |
| I think I say it pretty nicely with people because the reason people keep calling me, and although I know I'm going to be pretty harsh and blunt with them at times, is because they can't get that truth elsewhere because nobody else loves them enough to prevent them from being swallowed alive by the... | |
| Leviathan of error. If you've got to go to hell itself, if you've got to go into the underworld, if you've got to fight off demons, allegorically and metaphorically, if you've got to brave social... | |
| Do you love people? | |
| Do you love them? | |
| Now that they can dance, right? | |
| If you love people, stand out for what's best for them, don't let them lie to themselves, and don't let them poison their brains with misinformation. | |
| That's loving, right? | |
| That's loving. You wouldn't let someone you love... | |
| Eat something that they were allergic to, right? | |
| You wouldn't let someone that you love wander into traffic. | |
| You wouldn't let someone that you love drive drunk. | |
| You just don't let people do self-destructive things if you love them, right? | |
| It's the same thing with philosophy. | |
| You just love people, and either they will wake up from the desert Look, most people live these God-forsaken lives of unbelievable levels of indifference. | |
| People fundamentally don't give much of a shit whether they live or die. | |
| Whether they're Around or not, whether they speak or are silent, whether they're home or away, they just don't care. | |
| I remember a friend of mine's mom hadn't had a job in, I don't know, 30 or 40 years, raised one kid, kind of crippled him from the dating market because of her own paranoia of men. | |
| And going to her funeral, everybody went up and you could see them just like reaching for, okay, what the hell was the point of this woman's life other than to serve as a warning to others that smallness atomizes you into nothing. | |
| You get blown into the stratosphere. | |
| Vanish! Into the jet stream of history like you were never here. | |
| And this friend of mine's mom who died, everybody was like, uh, what do I say? | |
| And finally it was like, oh yeah, you know, she had really good candy at Halloween. | |
| You know, she'd really put thought into the... | |
| I'm like, oh my God. Oh, just shoot me, man. | |
| That's so depressing. | |
| And why do people end up with these empty, useless lives? | |
| These lives of quiet desperation. | |
| Because nobody cares about them. | |
| Nobody cares about them to tell the truth. | |
| Nobody cares about them to tell them to lose weight. | |
| Nobody cares about them enough to tell them to exercise. | |
| Nobody cares about them enough to tell them to eat better. | |
| Nobody cares about them enough to tell them to pursue the truth. | |
| Nobody cares about them enough to pry that squid brain sucking alien egg laying of delusion vampiric bunch of bullshit off their face. | |
| Nobody cares them enough to stand between them and the lying media. | |
| Nobody cares about them enough to at all get engaged and involved in their lives to help them for the better. | |
| And we all need that. No man is an island complete enough of himself. | |
| So, love people. | |
| Love people enough to deny them their lies. | |
| Love them enough to bring them the truth. | |
| To challenge them. To get them to wake up To the diminishing death curve of life, where we are like an arrow shot weakly off a cliff. | |
| A little bit up, and from your late 20s to early 30s, it's just fucking down. | |
| Help people do something with this incredible gift of life. | |
| Help people do something with this incredible improbable amalgam Of star excrement gathered together to coalesce the only square few pounds of wetware in the entire universe that has self-awareness and the capacity to conceptualize the truth. | |
| The only purpose of the universe is us. | |
| Because we are the only creatures that can define purpose in the universe that we know of. | |
| All of it out there. | |
| Hundreds of billions of stars in hundreds of billions of galaxies 14.2 billion years ago. | |
| 14.2 billion years across. | |
| All of it, all of it comes down to a couple of pounds of wetware between your ears and mine. | |
| That's the only purpose of it all, the only meaning that exists in it all, the only thing that makes any of it worthwhile. | |
| Otherwise, it's just dead matter, 99.8% hydrogen, and a couple of pounds of carbon atoms fucking and fighting and eating and killing and dying over and over and over again. | |
| Like a hamster wheel for a couple of billion years, Eat, fuck, reproduce, die. | |
| That's it. A stupid blind wheel of absolute nothingness that is broken by one thing and one thing only, which is your glorious brain and my glorious brain. | |
| A brain is larger than the universe because a brain can conceive of the entire universe and the entire universe can fit inside you. | |
| You are a god and I am a god relative to everything else in the known universe. | |
| Because we can conceptualize for 14.2 billion years. | |
| We can conceptualize how we got here. | |
| We can conceptualize the actual shape of the solar system. | |
| Do you think a bat or a butterfly gives a shit about the position of the moon? | |
| Do you think that the mollusks in the low tide pool care that the tides come from the moon? | |
| They don't have any clue. | |
| They don't care. They look at the moon like, wow, bright, shiny thing. | |
| Can I eat it? No. Can I fuck it? | |
| No. I don't care. | |
| And most people take this incandescent gift of the capacity to spread thought across the entire breadth, depth, length and history of the universe. | |
| Eternity can fit in your mind. | |
| Infinity can fit in your mind. | |
| Your mind is bigger. | |
| That everything, not only that is, but everything that ever was and everything that ever will be. | |
| We can conceptualize the five billion or so years until the sun goes out. | |
| We know that's going to happen. | |
| We can understand Pangea. | |
| We can understand the shape of the continents. | |
| From hundreds of millions of years ago. | |
| We can bring dinosaurs back to life on screen and in our minds and in our imaginations and in our museums. | |
| We can resurrect the dead. | |
| We can carve thoughts into the very fabric of the universe through speech, through text, through imprinting on others, through art, through music. | |
| We can take our thoughts, imprint them on the matter of the universe and have them last and spread through all of eternity. | |
| We can participate and partake of the infinite and the divine and the permanent and the moral. | |
| And what do most people do? | |
| With this incredibly glorious gift, this incandescent Godhood of manhood that we possess, which we did not earn, but we are given the greatest gift in the entire fucking universe. | |
| And what do people do with it? | |
| They sit around their fucking apartment for 40 years, looking forward to Halloween so they can wrap some very cool candies for the kiddies. | |
| God Almighty. It's so tragic. | |
| It's so tragic. And it all is a lack of love. |
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