Alpha Lim, Insurance Biz Warrior

I'm Alpha Lim, Insurance Biz Warrior, offering: 🛡️ Financial PROTECTION and **Business PROSPERITY for the ❤️ middle and 💪 lower income groups of Negaraku Malaysia #insurancefortherestofus #takafuluntukrakyatjelata *HERE'S WHY: *Partner and profit with me in my insurance biz referral business*

How to be an Insurance Agent in Malaysia

So you want to be an #insuranceagent in #malaysia?
First, decide which insurance company you want to represent.
Next, look for a friend who's an insurance agent with that insurance company and tell them you want to join the industry. They'll set you up with their company's onboarding programme. Or you can just go to the insurance company's website and look for a link to become an agent. They all have it.

Then, you'll need to study and pass the Life Insurance Association of Malaysia's (#LIAM) exams before you can start #selling and earn commissions.

Or, you can simply partner with me and earn referral fees. You don't even need to take exams to be qualified as an agent because you can just refer clients to me, I'll do the insurance agent's sales and servicing work, and you'll earn the referral fees from every case closed. The referral fees start from 20% of the premiums, all the way up to millions over time.

The thing is, AFTER you've built a solid income, THEN you can still qualify to become a licensed agent if you want. (For example, if you're like me, bitten by the insurance bug:

They say that people give you money for solving their problems. The bigger the problem you solve, the more the money they want to give you.
My "problem" is where to find clients. If you solve this problem for me, I'll pay you in appreciation!

Partner and profit with me in my #insurance referral #business. #networkingbusiness

AZ Force, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:

AZ Force, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:

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1. Thy products are world-class

Insurance policies from the largest insurer in the world, headquartered in Munich, Germany.

2. Thy products are designed for the "rakyat jelata" of Malaysia

With prices that are within reach of the middle and lower income groups - the majority of the population - while providing more than adequate critical illness, medical and life insurance, fully vetted by Bank Negara Malaysia, the central bank of Malaysia.

3. Thy referral network that redistributes the profits to the referral network itself

Thus providing a way for policyholders to potentially cover the cost of their premiums, in effect getting insurance coverage "for free" with the potential to make a side income, a full-time income or all the way to a high-level income, giving a way to the mid and lower income groups to buy their insurance while at te same time incentivising them to keep their policies in force (as a prerequisite to be eligible to receive referral fees), thereby solving the problem of lapsed policies by providing both the incentive and the power to the people to keep the policies in force.

4. Thy referral network incentivises friends and family to provide referrals

This is since they get rewarded for each referral they bring into the Force, thereby solving insurance agents' greatest challenge: prospecting.

5. Thy compensation plan that provides a way even for regular people to earn an insurance agent's income

And to upskill themselves to become a qualified insurance agent if they so wish - after they've tasted an insurance agent's commission income.

6. Thy referral network that can be bequeathed to my next of kin, whomever I name.

So I can feel safe to make this my life's work.

If you've read this far and are wondering how all this is possible, message me on your platform of choice and let's talk:

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Whether you're a regular person in need of insurance, an entrepreneurial person looking for a business to sink your teeth into or an insurance agent looking for a prospecting system, talk to me for a zero-obligation sit-down to have your questions answered.

And if you're a friend of mine, then let's meet up just to gab as well! 😉

Options for a critical illness survivor with insurance

The best time to plant an oak tree is one hundred years ago. The SECOND best time to plant an oak tree is today. Wait, what? It shocks the mind at first. If the best time to plant an oak tree is one hundred years ago, then shouldn't the second best time to plant an oak tree be something like 99 years ago or at least eighty years ago? But if you take a breath and let the initial shock pass, then you'll realise that one hundred or eighty years or one year ago makes no difference. You can't go back in time. At least not yet. So the second best time is NOW. Today.

In similar fashion, the best time to buy insurance is before anything untoward happens. The second best time is when something untoward happens to someone you know. Don't you hate it when something bad happens to someone you know and they bug you to get insurance? I'm that guy. 🙋‍♂️

What if something seriously untoward happens to a person? What would his options be?

He could seek medical treatment.

It he could just retire and live out his days with no deterioration in standard of living as far as income goes.

Ive had a friend who said insurance can't protect you from anything happening. Well, of course insurance can't prevent the untoward event from happening. That belongs to the realm of discipline and luck. But IF something happens, then insurance protects your finances from being sucked into the black hole of bad luck.

It's not something anyone would want to think about, but what IF it happens that critical illness strikes?

Do you want to check in to the hospital and have it treated medically?

Or do you want to check out and spend the rest of your days chilling with your loved ones WITH NO REDUCTION IN INCOME?

Insurance can help with both.

Did you know you have choices?

Stroke is such a major event that it kind of freezes time. There's a time Before Stroke (BS) And a time After Stroke (AS).

That's why it's shocking on an emotional level to hear that a friend's relative had a stroke and then a friend had a stroke and then my physiotherapist friend had a new patient who had a major stroke and another friend's relative had symptoms of stroke and they discovered she had high blood pressure, which is now being managed by medication. It's shocking on an emotional level because "what's going on with all these people having strokes? I thought the stroke timeline should have paused." But if you think about it logically, nobody else's timeline had paused. Unfortunately, people are still getting strokes left and right.

And now I must confess something. My neighbour who's doing insurance said his wife had been bugging him to approach me about insurance for the few weeks before I had my stroke. He was pretty shook up about it but I don't hold him responsible for anything. Who's to say that if he had approached me then, that I would have responded in a positive way? After all, I was doing all right, just feeling a bit fat and unfit, so why are you talking to me about untoward things? Are you judging me?

So, there's no telling how I might have reacted if he spoke to me in the few weeks before I had my stroke.

Now I find myself in the position of having had critical illness happen to me and I'm bugging my friends to get protected financially.

A good insurance plan can turn a tragic incident like stroke or critical illness into something akin to striking the lottery.

Of course, no one wants the event that leads to an insurance claim, but if, if IF the event happens, you want to go the options of pursuing the full treatments available OR checking out and retiring to spend your days recuperating at your own pace and enjoying time with the ones who hold you dear.
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A surreal experience after watching Everything Everywhere All At Once

A surreal experience after watching Everything Everywhere All At Once:

I was at OWL making my specs this afternoon, when a young woman comes in and says to me, "Excuse me, where is shop number 36?"

I looked at her dumbfounded. Was this a trick question?

Then the optometrist who was attending me said to her, "Uh, pardon?"

The young woman snapped to and said, "Uh, Starbucks?"

"Oh, just go straight there and go upstairs," said the optometrist, gesturing with his hand to the escalators.

The thing is, when I saw the girl walk into OWL, I was thinking, Sonia? Because she looked exactly like my friend Sonia, who herself is a twin.

Then when she opened her mouth and asked me the question, I was further thrown off balance. Why ask me, when I was sitting at the counter with various spectacle frames in front of me? Surely she could surmise I was a customer? Why not ask a security guard or the optometrist - someone who worked there - or the freaking INFORMATION COUNTER just outside OWL?

So my thought process was, Okay, not Sonia. Probably not Sonia's twin either. Does Sonia have a triplet that I didn't know about heretofore?

Then there was the actual content of the question itself. Why ask for the lot number instead of just saying, Excuse me, can you point me to STARBUCKS?

It was a surreal experience, especially after watching Everything Everywhere All At Once, a movie about a middle-aged woman who suddenly finds herself in the middle of a perilous mission to save the multiverse, with thousands of versions of herself in parallel universes, each one slightly different than the others.

Am I in the middle of an adventure to save the multiverse? Are there thousands of "me"s out there? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure there's at least three Sonias!

Are there really thousands of mes out there?

The most likely conclusion is that this woman saw me and was so awestruck by my handsomeness that she felt compelled to ask me, the least likely candidate to enquire from, and my handsomeness fried her brain so that she asked for the lot number instead of one of the most recognisable brand names in all the world! Yes, that's the most logical conclusion. The other one being that the multiverse is real and there are thousands of versions of each of us bumbling around in parallel universes.

My WHY I'm doing insurance

My WHY I'm doing insurance
I was in the doctor's office, looking at his PC screen with the ghostly MRI scan of my brain on the screen.
"These scans satisfy the criteria for stroke. It is claimable under the 36 critical illnesses," said my neurologist. Alas, my insurance lapsed years ago. It was a wake-up call to me of the importance of insurance (and of keeping your policy in force).

So, I've made it my mission to empower all my friends - and anyone who will listen - with insurance protection.
This is my WHY.

Also, selling insurance is an excuse to meet up with friends.
Some people make friends as an excuse to sell something.

1. I'm selling insurance as an excuse to make friends.

2. Malaysia's insurance penetration rate is only 48%.

More than half of Malaysians have no insurance protection. Meaning, one medical emergency can plunge an entire household into poverty! As if the average Malaysian isn't struggling enough as it is.

3. The M40 and B40 groups are the most underserved when it comes to insurance protection.

I am offering affordable insurance policies that provide protection for the financially vulnerable in case of accident or critical illness and loss of income. I'm also offering an income opportunity together with the insurance policies.

  • Do you have insurance?
    If not, let's meet up!

  • Or do you know anyone who's underinsured and you're worried about them? Refer them to me and if they buy a policy from me, you can get a share of my commission. "Your leads, I work." And you get rewarded.

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Acupuncture feels like this

Acupuncture feels like this

Acupuncture is nothing, lah. Like antbite.

Well, not exactly. More like a mosquito bite. If the mosquito is a Decepticon a hundred times bigger than a natural-born mosquito. Then its proboscis would be about the same size and material as an acupuncture needle.

Actually, it's like a swarm of ten to twelve decepticon mosquitoes. Because that's how many needles are used for a session.

And then these Decepticon mosquitoes could route their electrical energy in through their probosces. But they're obedient to you and will turn up and down the intensity of the electric current that's running through their probosces in through your muscles according to your direction.

"Does it hurt?" Adeline asked me after the first session.

This little piece is my answer.

Actually, my answer was, "It feels as if someone were sticking long metal needles into you."

I don't subscribe to the "It's nothing one, lah. Like antbite." school of deception.

I'd rather paint a realistic picture for you.
It feels like being pierced by long, slender needles.

Thing is, it's really good because the feeling after treatment is just heavenly.

There are two types of pain in life. The pain of regret and the pain of discipline. Acupuncture is the pain of discipline and growth.
In Malaysian parlance, it is syiok.

Thoughts on Good Friday from as I sit in my church's Bible study room waiting for service to start

Today is Good Friday and Francis Raj shared the old "Watch the Lamb" video with me. It's very moving. Thank you Jesus for your love and sacrifice.

And then "Thank You for Giving to the Lord" autoplayed. Another great song. Very moving. Puts things into perspective.

It reminds me to examine WHY I do things.

And why is that? Why am I doing insurance?

I'm doing insurance because:

1.I really believe in it and

2.I really love my friends.

So, because of this love for my friends, I want to empower them with as much insurance cover as they can afford. Because, as much as we want to keep safe and healthy, "Malang tidal berbau," as the Malay proverb goes. Tragedy visits unannounced. That's why it's a tragedy. If we were prepared for it, it would only be an inconvenience, not a tragedy.

Insurance is all about managing risk so that in the event of a loss, insurance would indemnify the insured - that is, to make whole, to bring the insured back to pre-loss financial standing.

So, because I love my friends so much, I want to make sure they're covered with insurance protection to the tune of hundreds of thousands or even millions of ringgit, in exchange for premiums of onlyhundreds or thousands. That's a return of hundreds or thousands of times. I love leverage. I love using OPM (other people's money) that's why the insurance industry turns me on so much. I had previously read about strategies like OPM. Now I'm actually in the arena, doing it for real.

There are few certainties in life... But death is one of them. So, everyone should leverage this certainty with a kick-ass insurance policy. I almost feel sorry for Prudential. They have to pay out millions of ringgit while collecting hundreds or thousands of ringgit in premiums. Ah, well, I only almost feel sorry for Prudential. They're a large corporation with many prudent actuarial scientists working behind the scenes (pun fully intended). Besides, they're collecting those premiums from hundreds of thousands of people. Mathematics is magical!

Anyway, it really turns me on that for premiums of hundreds or thousands, people can set their future offspring up for life, when they take out a life insurance policy on themselves, or even an insurance savings plan.

Turn your job into an instant estate with assets of your own for your Legacy! You can do this by taking advantage of the leverage of insurance.

You can work hard to make a million bucks, or you can take an insurance policy to turn what the devil meant for evil into a windfall for your family.

"Into every life a little rain must fall,"goes the old lyrics. It's not certain that everyone will be struck with a critical illness. But it's probable, especially as age takes its toll. So, first of all, stay healthy. Eat well, sleep well and exercise. And guard your thoughts and feelings, too. Do all that good stuff and control what you can control. But then, make sure you're covered for things that are seemingly out of your control.

It's interesting how you can live each day fully when you're prepared for your death. That's the Stoic philosophy for you. "Memento Mori."remember you will die. In the old days, the Roman soldiers would keep a literal _memento of death, such as an enemy human skull, to remind themselves that they will die.

The Epicureans believed that meaning was found in the full experience of life's pleasures.

The Spartans believed that meaning was found in embracing hardship and toil.

The Ascetics believed that meaning was found in the denial of all life's pleasures.

But the Stoics believed that life is inherently meaningful, and that the remembrance of one's own death freed one's day-to-day life up in unimaginable ways, to live freely, unencumbered by anything: To live a life of service to one's own dependents and society at large.

It's amazing, the freedom you experience and the enjoyment in everyday life you feel, when you're aware that you will one day die, embrace that fact and prepare for it. "You're already naked" is the way Steve Jobs put it in his famous Stanford commencement speech.

Such are my thoughts, this Good Friday evening as I sit here in church listening to the singers and band get ready out in the sanctuary. Not forgetting the sound technician as well. I can hear the production crew preparing as well. Everyone tends to forget the soundman. I remember when the Integrity Music team came to town many decades ago, and conducted worship workshops. There were sessions for worship leaders, musicians and soundmen.

"You're worms," the workshop leader said to all the soundmen gathered. "If not for you, the whole show would go down. But nobody remembers you - except when something goes wrong. Then the whole congregation would turn around and look at you."

As much as soundmen are overlooked, I imagine that soundwomen have it worse. Nobody expects a woman to do three sound.

So, on this Good Friday where we remember that Jesus washed his disciples'feet, join me in applauding the soundmen. And doubly so for the soundwomen!

How to use a crutch - and why I value listening in the sales process

To rely on something unreliable is worse than to rely on nothing at all. Because, if you have a broken leg that's in a cast and you're walking around with a crutch, if that crutch breaks, there goes your leg. It'll have to be set again, to say nothing of the pain of breaking an already broken leg!

So, if you rely on something, test it with a partial load first, to make sure it can withstand the full load. Then, each time you're using it, consider it a retest of the reliability of that crutch - or whatever it is you're relying on.

On the matter of crutches, they can be an aid or a hindrance to healing. It just depends on how you're using it, which is an emanation of WHY you're using it. Are you using it as s prop to do what you couldn't otherwise do? Or are you using as a replacement to do what you previously could do?

Your WHY makes all the difference. This is true of the saying "religion is a crutch."

So, what is my WHY for insurance sales? It is a prop for my favourite thing: listening and connecting with people, and helping them get to their goals in life.

I truly listen. You might have the world's top artist paint a mural for you, but what's the use if he just repaints a mural that he's famous for?

What if he's famous for painting horses but you want a mural of giant pandas?

What if you need a surgery on your foot but you're talking to the world's foremost neurosurgeon? Sure, there are transferable skills between brain surgery and foot surgery, but only to a limited extent. If the brain surgeon applied his expertise to diagnose your foot problem, he could be of help- or at least know how to refer you accordingly.

That's why I value listening.

To me, sales is not so much about telling you what you need, but it's about asking you what you feel you need, to discover what you really need, and showing you the solutions I have available, to help you ideally to answer your needs.

And that, to me, is a beautiful and powerful thing.

you can blame "them" or ...

Maybe "they" should have taught you these things in school, but "they" didn't.

So, you can blame "them."

Or, you can educate yourself.

Dollar-cost average your life every day

When I look at this BTC price chart, I feel happy.

Why? Because I'm dollar-cost averaging every day.

Every day, I buy X ringgit of bitcoin - and certain other cryptos.

So, on the days that the price is up, I'm happy because my holdings are up.

On the days the price is down, I'm happy because I managed to buy more crypto for the same amount of money spent.

How we spend our days should be the same.

Have your daily practices and keep at them - no matter what.

Don't try and give a heroic effort at change when you're feeling up, or give up when you're feeling down.

Don't try and "time the market" and "get lucky" with your life development as a person.

Just plug away steadily and with the same, small measure of energy every day.

On days when it's easy (the price is down), you'll achieve more.

On days when it's hard (the price is up), the small contributions you made in the couple of weeks before will carry you through with momentum - and it'll feel easier than it really is.

Just have your daily practices written down (don't leave it to memory that can disappear on bad days) and execute them in small, regular measures every day.

You'll be surprised at how far you've come in just a couple of months.

Trust me, you can do this.

One small energy-cost averaging of your life every day, and you can be a different you in less than a year.

Don't believe me?

Imagine if you ate a small bag of chips every. Dang. Day.

Wouldn't your life change (for the worse) in a couple of weeks?

Now, imagine if you read - out loud - a chapter of a solid book every. Dang. Day.

Wouldn't your life change for the better in just a couple of weeks?

Yes, it would.

And yes, you can!

Tell me, what small thing will you do every day?

You want to be the dumbest person in the room

I'm quite sure that you've heard the advice before, that your level is the averge of the five people you spend most time with.

Eric Worre of the Network Marketing Professional, has a hot take on that.

You want to be the dumbest person in the room, he says. You don't want to have a posse.

Because, if you're the lowest person in your group, they'll pull you up by association.

But if you're the highest person in your group, they'll pull you down by association.

Having a posse is nice for the ego, but it's counterproductive to progress in personal growth.

On the other hand, high performers also know this. So, they'll be wary of letting a lower-level performer into their inner circle, because they'd tend to bring them down.

In other words, you need to create, make, produce something that's worthy of associating with people higher than yourself. And it's not a comfortable feeling, to grow upward.

On the other side, it's very comfortable to decay downward. Very comfortable.

However, to grow is infinitely more satisfying than to decay.

It is worth it, in other words.

What could you contribute, to earn your way into the inner circle of people whom you consider to be ahead of you on your path to success?

My finger is sore

My finger is sore.

No, not the whole finger.

Just one spot where the corner of the fingernail digs into the flesh of the fingertip. I cut my nail too short.


My finger is sore.

It's not noticeably swollen or red, just tender.


My finger is sore.

And that's all I can think about.

Well, not really. I go about my day, but I have a little nonverbal voice in the back of my head going, "Notice me, notice me."

If I allow this voice to distract me from my workaday tasks, then I would derail more important stuff for a tiny discomfort.

If I ignore this little voice and carelessly bash my finger against something in the course of my day, then the tiny sore may become a fullblown infection necessitating the shelving of my workaday plans to attend to this new urgency.

What is the moral of the story?

I'll send $1 in BSV to the first satisfying answer.

The most selfless thing you can do is to put in your oxygen mask first


If you're in a plane and the oxygen masks suddenly drop down, the most selfless thing you can do is to put yours on first. Secure your oxygen supply, then you can help with the children, the elderly and disabled.

I feel that my job for now is to heal myself first, so that I can heal others next.

Make sure your oxygen supply is secured. If there's no emergency, practise breathing daily by meditating. Focus on your breathing while letting your mind ascend to things above (this is the meaning behind the "mindscendence") for twenty minutes. If you can't do twenty minutes, do two until you can do twenty.

For now, my "job" will be:

  1. physio morning and night,

  2. acupuncture once a day,

  3. Meditation morning and night, and

  4. studying for my insurance agent qualifying exam. Plus,

  5. meeting up with old friends and family to celebrate life.

  6. Making new friends to expand my circle of care.

And now I am ready for lunch. Later in the day, I wish to practise driving.

Some thoughts on pain during the acupuncture session just now: There are different kinds of pain. The pain of discipline. The pain of regret. The pain of growth. These taste different. The pains of discipline and growth taste bittersweet. The pain of regret tastes bitter. As biological beings, we instinctively avoid pain but are drawn to pleasure. We can train our minds to recognise sweet pain as pleasure, so we'll seek it out. If we indulge in the pain of discipline and growth enough, we'll avoid the pain of regret.

Create a new relationship with pain.

This sounds like a BDSM relationship. Submissives need discipline. It's good for them. It's sweet pain, that's why they do it. People outside the relationship don't get it. Just like people outside gym culture don't get why people would want to punish themselves. Same for marathon runners.

There's an inside language that is not understood by outsiders.

I sold tell Brittany that I'd like to see her alone. I wonder what that'd do to her state of mind?

Maybe nothing. Maybe she'd also like that. Should we do it?

Do what? Have procreative sex? Definitely not. Have non-procreative sex? Maybe. Meet up and talk about truth? Definitely.

So, I just signed up for the PCE exam just now. Cynthia called me and Jason walked me through registering for the exam. I don't think I'd figured it out if not for Jason's pointers. The design of the website is totally non-intuitive.

I have 3angle work to do, and I have MpCoPy work to do.

I shall do those after this.

Come on, the hundred words more. What can I write about?

I can write about my harem. I choose to embody dominant masculine divine energy. And I choose to sponsor a harem for my feminine girls, where they can express their submission without shame and the denigration of this upside down feminist society.

They can instead choose to exercise true submissive femininity as a response to my dominant masculine divine energy. And as they exercise their submissive feminine divine energy, they will in turn elicit a response from dominant masculine divine men. To their happily ever after.

I am doing a valuable service here.

I don't know how three logistics of this harem will work out, only that it will. I submit it to God's hands.

Teenage girls might seem too young to this upside down world, but they're already getting along in age. There going to be adults soon, increasingly set in their ways. There's not much time for them to learn the submissive feminine divine ways.

If they embrace the sweet pain of discipline now, they won't have to taste the bitter pain of regret later on in life.

I choose to seek out the sweet pain of growth and discipline now. I choose to mete out the sweet pain of growth and discipline now. It is my service to my girls. And to all for whom I'm responsible.

I am creating a huge, hard, healthy body, an embodiment of pure dominant masculine divine energy, a reward and safe space for my submissive feminine divine girls.

I have no idea how this is going to work out, only that it is going to work out.

I have a vision, a mission and am intention for my submissive, feminine divine girls. That they might grow in their femininity and their submission, to their happily ever after.

Create a new relationship with pain


Some thoughts on pain during the acupuncture session just now: There are different kinds of pain.

  • The pain of discipline. -The pain of regret. -The pain of growth. These taste different. The pains of discipline and growth taste bittersweet.

The pain of regret tastes bitter.

As biological beings, we instinctively avoid pain but are drawn to pleasure.

We can train our minds to recognise sweet pain as pleasure, so we'll seek it out.

If we indulge in the sweet pain of discipline and growth enough, we'll avoid the pain of regret.

Otaku know this. Gym freaks know this. It's an inside knowledge. To those outside the circle, those inside the circle seem to be crazy. Those on the inside of the Fifty Shades of circle understand this.

Create a new relationship with pain

To succeed in life, overcome your passion avoidance instinct by subverting it. And how you subvert it is by recognising that some pain is bittersweet, not just bitter.
Bittersweet, which means it is sweet. Like dark chocolate, like black coffee, like certain herbs. Seek those out, embrace bittersweet pain. If you indulge in that kind of pain enough, the bitter kind of pain will naturally leave your life because it has no place to find a home in your life. That's the pain of regret. If you embrace the pain of growth and discipline, you'll have no place for the pain of regret.

When the ideal is enemy of progress

Anything worth doing is worth doing well. But if this gets you into perfection mode and hinders you from doing anything at all, then "good enough" is better than "ideal."

Because anything, even mediocre, is infinitely more than zero.

Recently, I've been practising sitting in silence for fifteen minutes at a time. Sometimes it goes well. Other times, it's a struggle. Like today.

So instead of sitting still for fifteen minutes, what if I sat still for one minute? That's much more doable.

Then, after one minute of silence, I sit for two minutes. Then, three. Then, four. By the time I'd sat for five minutes, that's a cumulative fifteen minutes.

It's less than ideal, because it's fifteen minutes interrupted by four pauses. Versus fifteen minutes uninterrupted. But it's infinitely better than zero minutes spent sitting in silence.

When the ideal becomes the enemy of progress, do the minimum rather than nothing at all.

You can always improve something. If you give the universe nothing to work with, you have nothing to work with.

This is why "he who has, even more will be given to him and he will have an abundance." But he who does not have (really, he's blind to what he has, so in his reality, he doesn't have), even what he has will be taken away from him.

Just Look (It) Up!

"Don't Look Up" is an awesome movie if you like comedy. While watching it, I remembered watching a YouTube philosopher expound on the difference between "nascence" and "ignorance." To be nascent is to be in a state of pre-knowledge. You just haven't been presented with the facts yet.

To be ignorant (or ignore-ant, as he pronounced it for emphasis) is to ignore the facts that we consider inconvenient.

Nascence is innocent, if naive. Ignorance kills.

The premise of the movie is that there's a killer comet heading for earth but most people can't be bothered to do something about it because of ignorance. They're too preoccupied with the media and entertainment and politics.

So when the comet enters within sight of planet earth several months later, the people are split into two camps: the told-you-so "Just Look Up" faction and the "Never Look Up" camp, which is a fascist mix of government and a mega corporation.

The "Just Look Uppers" want you to look up because they want you to fear, the President says, so just don't look up. There's nothing to see there. So she wants you to believe.

I tell you, there's a perverse feeling that arose in me, thinking those Just Don't Look Uppers deserve what's coming to them. Soon it will be apparent, whether or not they Just Look Up. Of course, the same fate befalls all earthlings in the end.

I notice with amusement that with the addition of one word, the movie is a mirror of what's happening in our world today.

The fascist government-corporation complex is yelling "Don't Look (It) Up! Don't Look (It) Up! It's all a conspiracy theory!"

And on the other side, the voluntaryists are yelling "Just Look (It) Up! Just Look (It) Up! It's plainly evident if you just look with your own two eyes!"