Books

There are whole books on psychology that don't get anywhere near this paragraph from Dostoevsky

“All is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.” 

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I’m just imagining being the person who translates some of these passages from D/Tolstoy/or any beautiful writer in a foreign tongue

It must be like dusting down a once-buried artifact from a foreign land, as the first personal from your cultural/language group to set eyes upon this beautiful item, which you now get to share with your world

self-awareness is free, but we'd rather pay for a lifetime subscription to our own delusions

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Would much rather read Tolstoy than Nietzsche!

Shoutout @borrowlucid.eth for your love of Russian authors

That being said, I am jealous of the self-assured individual. Because they have forged their personality with iron, they have all the time in the world to focus outwards. The too-honest individual will focus inwards so much, they don’t live at all.