Always rushing here and there,
like a boer always trying to lose weight or the heavy dosages of
plak built-up in its blood vessels.
One should pause and observe, remain still and think, until
the solution or some findings had been found, never
leave early, breaking thought patterns, or leave questions
unattempted. That's the way of proper thoughtmaster.
They think they are smart, in reality, just a wood head,
relies others, born in luck places - close to civilization resource centres.
Used manipulations, successfully tricked the rich real humans into accepting them,
handing them goods and allowing them be having these civil liberties and access chances.
Their works had been entirely on mouth-ties with the real masters and owners of civilizations.
Their contribution in amount is opposite of their skills in manipulation-weave, sound-fart pronounciation,
copycat, mimikery, lame ways, cheat shortcuts, overly dangerous risky-move local adaptations, gamble,
and so on.
More dependent on human civilization, and the real masters of human race(s) than tigers and bears, or
or even deers, but pretends as if the most independent. Nice try, indeed-dio mon.
Thinks too little, and ponders too quickly.
Always rushed up, and wastes energy.
Cares little issue, throws away big matters.
Right answers to questions, but identifies wrong problems.
Knows little about life, but thinks self can foretell.
Designates luck as skill, and marks others' skill as luck.
Thinks others must all idiots, and self must always victim.
[peakage into the nature of them, so well here]
[indeed]
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