Equal opportunity

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People often get it wrong. Equal opportunity means that everyone can compete – not that everyone will win – no matter how hard they try.

The neverending chase of equality will destroy innovation and development. It is and will always be so, that some people fit certain task better than others, regardless off their voluntary or involuntary attributes. If a car mechanic makes better food than an educated cook, I would hire him instead.

In real life practice does not always make perfect and participation is not more important than winning. Especially in business even a good loser is just a loser and the winner takes it all.

If I was smart

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If I really was that smart that I think I am, I should have no problems in getting along with the stupid ones.

That actually is the whole eccence of everything. Learn how to control those blessed with lesser brain capacity and you will rule the world.

Where I am?

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Here I am. Being sitting in my closet for a month. Listening to Erik Satie’s and Gustav Holst’s beautiful music. Have I changed? Have I learned something. I don’t know.

I think my imagination is getting free. When I have not much external stimulus, my brain will make things up. I just close my eyes and I can see how I travel through the solar system. All the beautiful colors of the planets. Distant galaxies. Life.

Neptune, the Mystic

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Woman is the last mystery. Not too different from man. Like a beast. So beautiful while sleeping but turning in to a deadly predator after you wake her up.

Clouds moving quietly on the sky. Wind pushing a boat forward. Boat has no crew. Ripped sails and just a silent body on deck. Looks like she is sleeping. Almost naked. She is the mystery.

She is my destiny.

Uranus, The Magician

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So strong. You are the mystery. You are the dark side of female mind. Venus was the passionate and fragile glass pearl. You are the sea of teardrops. All the mysteries in one. I can feel the thunder. From my windows I can seethe lightning bolts flashing. Somewhere deep down there you are brewing your magic potion. Dancing around the cauldron keeping your hands high. Blood, sweat and tears. You melted the weapons and added them to your drink. You make a boiling ocean where fish are made of steel with a heart made of stone.

You look up and see me. You disappear. I’m all alone. My ship is caught in storm. I’m going down. Under water I can breathe. You are there waiting for me. Holding my hand you kiss me. I’m not alone.