Sure makes me wonder how this particular quote “helped me so much.”
It’s pretty convoluted — sort of sums up to not being careful I guess… Because in primitive societies if “he got too messed up, he didn’t have any tremendous strings on him…”
Apparently a high mortality rate was a good thing?
The more distance I have from Hubbard-think, the more crazy I think it is. And things that I probably would have just accepted as great wisdom a decade or more ago now seem merely silly.
It’s always a reminder how deeply ingrained the “think” is. Gibberish as inspiration. And when shared with others, confirmation that nuttiness is normal and anyone who doesn’t agree is the insane/crazy/suppressive. It’s a world of lockstep think where questioning, let alone disagreement, is treated as a crime. Yet the inhabitants of this mind prison have also been persuaded they are the only free ones.