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as a reaction to previous years of close mindedness, this balance is magical. But unchecked, it is cancerous.

Open mindedness is always future facing. It’s looking for rapid change and rapid growth. More life and more mutations.

Cancer is just paranoid life, not realizing how much abundance it already has. Because it can’t bring itself to identify with its world. It feels an outsider. It feels lost.

This is why the warm embrace of cold machinery and calculated thoughts is important. It provides meaning and purpose. Everything is accounted for. Everything has its place.

Cancer is “I don’t belong here, this isn‘t my home.” The cells of the body rebels, trying to making cooies of itself. Trying to escape. Taking all it can gather with it.

It is tempting to blame the cells. But it’s also good to ask why the home was so terrible that the cells couldn’t call it home? What was so bad that the cancer intuitively knew: “this isn’t home, this isn’t love”

Cancer cannot win. In its paranoia it destroys its own home. The more you reject it as an outsider the more desperate it is to grow.

The only way to beat cancer is love and understand it enough that it wants to come back home.