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Aug. 20, 2022 - Freedomain Radio - Stefan Molyneux
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How Evil Suffers!
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Can you explain how evildoers pay?
Christians believe in hell, but how do people get what they deserve in this life?
Well, I mean, just look at the picture of Clinton when the women he's been accused of mistreating were brought to a debate or something or a press conference by Trump.
How do evildoers pay?
I think the fundamental coin of their pay is in isolation.
Isolation drives people crazy.
You know, there's so many people walking around in solitary confinement.
Literally, I can virtually see a cage around their brain.
Solitary confinement.
Just alone, isolated, unconnected.
They don't have the warm embrace of mutual intimacy.
Just alone.
And whenever you see people who are kind of crazy, All I see is virtually intergalactic solitude.
Alone we go mad.
Together we can be sane if we're with the right people.
Alone we go mad.
And so when you see people on TV or on the internet and they're just spouting really crazy stuff, they just...
Unbelievable stuff. Stuff that's just false, that's manipulative, that's self-serving, that's just isolated.
So what that tells me immediately, and it's not even my thought.
This is subjective fact.
What that tells me is they don't have people in life who push back on them.
They don't have people in life who care about them enough to correct them when they're wrong.
Think of the fine people hoax, right?
That Trump called these neo-Nazis fine people, which he didn't, right?
So if somebody believes that, it means they don't have anyone in their life who's willing to correct them, who's willing to set them straight, who's willing to confront them, to challenge them, to help them to grow by rejecting false things.
That's incredibly isolating.
I mean, having people around you who just agree with what you say for no reason, It's incredibly destructive to people's happiness and mental health.
I mean, I see these pundits, right?
They're on TV, and they're just saying stuff that just makes no sense.
It's just not even remotely true.
Russia collusion, conspiracy theory, right?
We have certain proof.
Where's the proof? It's coming.
Does it ever come? No.
Does it ever question? No.
Does it ever call out on it? No.
So that's people who are left alone to rot in their own delusions, to mentally rot in their own delusions, because nobody cares enough about them to come down and lift them up.
Now, maybe they'd fight like hell, okay, but that's simply the consequence of them rejecting people who can bring any truth, reason, or reality to them.
People who believe false things can't be around honest people.
It's an obvious truism, but it's really deep when you think about it.
If you believe things that are false, all disparities in outcome are the result of bigotry.
If you believe things that are false, you can't have free-thinking people who are skeptical and curious and who care about you.
Enough to tell you the truth and free you from the foggy, solipsistic, narcissistic death grip of error and falseness and delusion.
Who is content to let you live in a delusion?
People who share those delusions and who don't care about you.
For you to be rescued from delusion, Which we all have, right?
We all have areas where we need to wake up and be more aware and more alert and have better information and all that.
But the people who let you fester and die in the solitary confinement of delusion, because there's no contact with delusion other than with other people who share the same delusion, which is just like watching two ghosts attempting to hug each other.
They just pass right through each other.
So it means that nobody cares about you enough to make sure you're right, to make sure that you're challenged, to make sure that you're not deluded, who are willing to puncture delusion because they really care about you.
Delusion, fantasy, falsehoods, propaganda is solitary confinement.
This is one of the reasons why propaganda is so dangerous is it isolates people.
It isolates people.
And through isolation, we go crazy.
And why is the world getting crazier?
Because we're isolated. Why are we isolated?
Because nobody in life cares about us enough to tell us the truth, to fight for the best within us, to fight for the truth within us.
Whatever your biggest source of truth is, whether it's my show or whoever else or your own personal research or whatever, imagine if that wasn't there.
You'd just be spiraling off, you know, floating off like that astronaut in 2001, yeeted off into space, right?
So evildoers pay because they're isolated, but they don't know it.
See, if you're isolated and you know it, then you experience a peculiar kind of agony that will motivate you to do whatever it takes to get contact with people.
But if you're isolated and you don't know it because you're surrounded by people who share your same delusion, I mean, think of it like a genuine Jim Jones cult, right?
Well, are those people isolated?
Of course they are. Because the only thing they have in common with the people around them is shared delusion.
Collective madness is not emotional intimacy.
The isolation that separates us from each other when we get wrapped in In falsehoods is the worst thing of all because it is without symptom, at least without obvious symptom.
Yes, you become unstable.
Yes, you become defensive.
Yes, you get inoculated against any truth-teller and will attack anybody who tells the truth in your environment.
But you can't love.
You can't be loved.
You can't relax. You're always on guard for whatever might puncture your delusions, which provokes rage, which drives good people away, and anybody who might rescue you from delusion will be driven away.
And you are left alone in the foggy, devil, ribcage bosom of falsehood.
That which is not.
That which is not real. That which is not true.
That which is not proven.
That which is the opposite of truth.
You are full of peculiar hatreds, instability, vanity, because anybody who just Repeats lies and only listens to lies is vain because they won't submit themselves to reason and evidence.
So the vanity, the narcissism, the isolation, the peculiar hatreds, which are only peculiar if you don't understand this mechanism.
Like Kevin Bacon in Criminal Law just scrabbling Imaginary ball games on the floor of a prison cell that he's been forgotten in for decades.
To be falling without even knowing that you're falling, to be ill with no symptoms, is the most dangerous thing of all.
And to be lonely in a crowd, to be in a crowd of 5,000 people cheering all the same falsehoods, To be certain, to be pompous, to be vain, to be full of rage at anybody who threatens these delusions.
To be told that the pursuit of truth is the acceptance of evil.
To be isolated and thereby easily manipulated.
Why is it that so many people believe so many lies?
Because they're alone. And no one loves them enough to rescue them, to save them, to dive in and wrestle with the demons of foggy falsehoods that have swallowed them whole.
The unwanted, the undifferentiated, the NPCs.
Who's going to love somebody with the same opinions as the person next to him?
Well, only for their flesh, only for what is not their essential self.
But the meat and bones and sex organs they share with three billion other people in the world.
Why choose you?
Why? Why is someone going to choose you?
Why is someone going to love you?
Why is somebody going to be willing to sacrifice immediate comfort to drag you kicking and screaming to the altar of truth?
Just as you will do for them once you realize how beneficial that is.
Why would someone stoop down to your level to rescue and save you?
Why would someone love you?
What is unique and deep and powerful and wild and curious and inspiring about you?
That you should deserve the greatest prize in the universe, the prize of love, loyalty, devotion.
Why should you be loved?
But the people who pursue delusion and end up wrapped in delusion are saying, I can't be loved.
All I can do is pretend to merge.
I can't be loved for who I am.
So I will hide in a room of photocopied people with photocopied opinions and pretend that I'm part of something.
I will dissolve my individuality.
I will shred and eviscerate any original thought I might possibly have, any curiosity, any skepticism I might possibly have so that I can dissolve into the nothing of the photocopies around me.
I can't have love but I can self-abase and self-erase myself into proximity.
I can nod and smile and agree and praise who everyone praises and hate who everyone hates.
I can be a shadow cast by the tombstone of my mind.
I can't exist.
I can't excite. I can't be unique.
But I can blend.
I can submit.
I can conform.
And then I will have physical proximity combined with unbelievable isolation.
I can't approach the truth so I will just burrow into empty people.
But that's the life of hell.
But worse than hell, because at least in hell you know you're hot.
They pay in a way that's, I think, really hard for us to understand.
And I've spent a lot of my life struggling to understand this.
How people suffer when they believe things that are false.
I've said it before. I'll say it again.
We can only ever meet in reality itself.
We cannot meet in fantasy.
We cannot meet in lies. We cannot meet in propaganda.
We can only meet in the truth.
When you are with the truth, you can do without people.
Because you're with yourself, and you're with the facts.
You're with reality.
When you don't have the truth, you have a bottomless, desperate need for people that you can never connect with.
If all you have in common with others, with those around you, is a mutual agreement To slash your mind into ribbons and accept whatever lies come rolling down the conveyor belt.
You're not with anyone.
And you will never feel loved.
The price of conformity is the absence of love.
The price of conformity is terror of solitude.
Solitude that would actually heal you and would invite better people into your life.
Truth-tellers can handle the cross from the town of the dead to the outposts of the living, of the thinking.
It's a long journey across that desert.
The ghosts can't make it.
You can't love a character in a video game because they're programmed.
You can't love People who don't think for themselves because there's no one to love.
Thought is the only individuating characteristic we have.
Just about everybody has a penis.
Just about everybody has a vagina.
Just about everybody has a nose and eyes and nipples and you name it.
The only thing we have that is uniquely our own is a capacity to think for ourselves.
And that is the only passageway through which the light of love can reach.
How do they suffer? In the worst possible way, which is to not even know what they're missing.
and avoid it if you can at all possible costs.
Well, I don't think I'm going to follow that speech with anything better.
So I will close the show off tonight.
Thank you everyone so much for listening, for giving me feedback, for giving me criticism, for helping me improve, for having such great and wonderful questions.
I love you guys so much and thank you so much for the incredible deep honor of trusting me with your questions.
And finding value in my answers.
I am humbled at the brilliance and generosity and curiosity of this community, and I thank you so much for the opportunity to do this.
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