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No reason to spend all your time doing/talking about negative things.

Az is tired of hearing me talk about decivilization of domination.

That my family always talks about the worst. A Catholic complaining.

No reason to spend all your time doing/talking about positive things.

“I love to read.”

For Octave’s birthday, don’t just talk about the positive.

Because it deceives children about reality and troubles them because they will then think that they are the problem, but not the idealized society when it is the reverse.

And we need children to remain human and to change the world.

– You blame me for talking only about negative things. It gets you down.

– Az: Not so much.

Guillaume says that men and women don’t reason the same way.

Az confirmed to me last night what Guillaume says.

– But whether we are women or men, we are 90% human and only the marginal makes the difference.

Az confirms what I say.

Going back and forth, [critique of decivilization of domination]-[say what a benevolent interactive human relationship civilization is].

Depending on what we feel, on what the other feels.

That’s benevolent interaction.

A bit.

No consent/blank check to anything.

Especially since the aggressor doesn’t even know how far they will go.

With the consent to straighten a hair, he takes the victim’s life.

But there was consent! – Oh sure, you jerk!

Speak. Say what the other does to me.

Who should stop if it becomes unbearable (George Floyd).

Provided it allows expression.

We’re going to blame the victim for not saying No!

And decivilization of domination, and control, and suggestion, and violence, and inhumanity…

Poivre d’Arvor:

“we couldn’t prove there was no consent”.

Ridiculous.

How could we?

When you bother someone else, at least acknowledge it.

The victim has nothing to prove about the aggression.

If they’re a victim, it’s because there’s aggression.

The aggressor felt nothing?

Normal, the inhuman doesn’t feel the harm they cause to others.

By definition.

Since for an inhuman, the human doesn’t exist.

How could he feel what doesn’t exist?

The cry of the carrot.