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Maybe Primitive People Have Less Bullshit To Let Go Of, To Give Up. A Person Has To Be Willing To Give Up Everything—not Just Wealth. All The Bullshit He's Been Taught—all Society's Brainwashing. You Have To Let Go Of All That To Get To The Other Side. Most People Aren't Willing To Do That.

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Maybe Primitive People Have Less Bullshit To Let Go Of, To Give Up. A Person Has To Be Willing To Give Up Everything—not Just Wealth. All The Bullshit He's Been Taught—all Society's Brainwashing. You Have To Let Go Of All That To Get To The Other Side. Most People Aren't Willing To Do That.

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