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Stop Bowing to the Weather: The Raw Science of Self-Determination

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Stop Bowing to the Weather: The Raw Science of Self-Determination Let’s stop playing games with our potential. Too many of our people are walking through life functioning as pure biological thermometers—measuring the temperature of the room, absorbing the trauma of the environment, and letting outside chaos dictate their blood pressure, their peace, and their bank accounts. When the block is hot, you panic. When the system acts according to its design, you crash out in despair. When society screams scarcity, you download the fear and replay it at your own dinner table. That is not living; that is reacting. That is letting the scenery convince you that it’s driving the car. On this sacred day of Kujichagulia (Self-Determination), wrapped in the sovereign frequency of royal Indigo, the ancestors hand us an uncompromising reality check: "I determine my destination; the environment is just the scenery." The terrain in America is real. The redlined districts, the hostile courtroom...
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Excellence, then, is a state concerned with choice, lying in a mean, relative to us, this being determined by reason and in the way in which the man of practical wisdom would determine it.
-Aristotle

It is impossible for capitalism to survive, primarily because the system of capitalism needs some blood to suck. Capitalism used to be like an eagle, but now it's more like a vulture. It used to be strong enough to go and suck anybody's blood whether they were strong or not. But now it has become more cowardly, like the vulture, and it can only suck the blood of the helpless. As the nations of the world free themselves, the capitalism has fewer victims, less to suck, and it becomes weaker and weaker. It's only a matter of time in my opinion before it will collapse completely.
Malcolm X

Alone a youth runs fast, with an elder slow, but together they go far.
- Luo

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