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God is Not Perfect. He is always trying to make Perfect.

I work 16 hours a day, and when I am not working - I pretend to take a bio break. If I want to add more shit to this, I can. But, I would not want to look at it anymore during my work hours.

So, figure out - I am doing serious stuff!

Anyway, I am eager to write today, although there is a lot of disinterest in me at the moment, due to the lack of sheer nothingness that ought to prevail. Which also means, my mind is saturated with thoughts that makes it difficult for me to exercise free thought and free control within the realms of 'self'. So, as much as I would try to label my life as 'nothing', I sure have been entrusted with certain responsibilities that restrict my indulgence with the self. But, however, one thing hasn't changed - be it whatever. And, that is my constant urge to organize my work and somehow drag to the finishing line. So, as work keeps piling on me, I lose contact with reality and step into this universe where everything and everybody is nothing short of an 'objective' to me. In short, I am currently pursuing the 'Objectivism' school of philosophy with reason, logic and traditional happiness as my short-term goals. However, like all philosophy, this too will be short-lived. For every man strives to achieve greatness in some measure and to some extent, that can only be possible through exercising free will, free thought and selfless devotion to the cause that is decided unaware and unmoved by a fixed set of rules and beliefs. Greatness itself lies in moving beyond the obvious, the multitude and banality.

So, in times to come, I will ultimately do what appears to be best in a dispersed spectrum, unconstricted by rational thoughts that are often in tune with the obvious. However, for the moment, nothing much to write about except deductions on events, incidents, ideas, opinions and life in general. And, they arrive at great frequency and in bulk, but only while I am not working. Like I called before, I assume it's plain untraceable shit. What existence in general is, to mankind. Hoping for a life beyond Objectivism and tending more towards traceable and evidential means to Existence. And, before I leave, here's a thought on something I was shown yesterday - 'Drawbacks of Ivy-League' education.

Apparently, technically speaking, in an operative economy driven by capitalists, it is not at all alarming to find an infinite number of loop-holes in the Ivy League system and brand of elitist education either. Capitalism laid seeds to the prosperity enjoyed by these universities, and they still remain to be major sources of funding. Adding to which, I must also convey that the social nous which the economy has managed to create in the name of elitist education, still persists within the present generation. What started off as discriminative, malefic and malevolent to most world, now finds its way into the education system also. And, I am not surprised to see 'the lack of social skills', 'general intelligence', 'emotional intelligence', 'lack of independence, free will and free thoughts' in these kids. So, my piece of advice to all American Researchers that work on publishing such papers - "Have you ever tried and failed at an Economics or Sociology major, or maybe you're just considering fleeing to China as a national traitor?"

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