V1: Zoom out video of earth and then galaxy and then GALAXIES.
Voiceover during this:
1.1: Every single problem that you feel in your life right now, the things you give great importance to, is actually just a tiny piece of a far grander story going on. Conscious animals who woke up, who still have yet to surpass the dark ages. The real mission is far greater than the small quabbles one may feel feel. The galaxy is calling.
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1.1: Emimen: You've only got one shot do not miss your chance to.... (save your parents)
Hopefully resurrection is real, but this goal saves many from suffering along the way.
How long are you going to wait before you demand the best for yourself and in no instance bypass the discriminations of reason? You have been given the principles that you ought to endorse, and you have endorsed them. What kind of teacher, then, are you still waiting for in order to refer your self-improvement to him? You are no longer a boy, but a full-grown man. If you are careless and lazy now and keep putting things off and always deferring the day after which you will attend to yourself, you will not notice that you are making no progress, but you will live and die as someone quite ordinary.
From now on, then, resolve to live as a grown-up who is making progress, and make whatever you think best a law that you never set aside. And whenever you encounter anything that is difficult or pleasurable, or highly or lowly regarded, remember that the contest is now: you are at the Olympic Games, you cannot wait any longer, and that your progress is wrecked or preserved by a single day and a single event. That is how Socrates fulfilled himself by attending to nothing except reason in everything he encountered. And you, although you are not yet a Socrates, should live as someone who at least wants to be a Socrates. - Epictetus
It’s beautiful to think about how perfect the world is, and to think about how the universe is there for you, about how your story has all the potential in the world for breaking one’s wildest dreams.
In this state of thought, when you may wain from the pressure of being a hero, the thought may arise “would i have chosen to play a game that wasn’t fun?”
And in this state of thought we may relax our heroic thoughts which may make our shoulders heavy, and imagine a life giving up on an epic chase but one of simple love, one of basic goals, and of comfort.
This sounds lovely, and given this life is a road to heaven, why wouldn’t it be paved in gold? Why wouldn’t this love be enough to walk through heavens gate?
Ignorance is bliss, but you’ve taken the red pill and there’s no going back.
Love no longer lies on the scale of simple. You’ve become aware of your power and capability to spread far greater love. You’ve become aware of the people on your planet who have no access to such comforts of even clean water, plumbing, a couch, a bed to sleep on, or basic medication for their sicknesses. Parents who must watch their children waste away from disease, willing to give everything they can without the opportunity to make the change. You were given a gift, you wished for it, to be a great thinker and have great power. But with great power, comes great responsibility, and because your potential to impact the world knows no boundaries, your responsibility to try as you might comes with it, for even if you are granted access passed heavens doors, living a life of comfort will lead to an eternal self-hatred, a personal hell for not taking action to save and decrease the suffering of the millions your actions could have. This is true love, not on a local basis but for humanity and life itself, love for oneself and one’s capabilities, a tough love for a hero to learn to wield.