IT WAS ALWAYS MY FAULT: And The Social Benefit's Fault

By Vinicius Capucho

DISCOVER YOUR MISERY EVEN AFTER YOUR SUCCESS.In the second book, I speak more deeply about behavioral, psychological issues. The same individual who only thinks about getting rich (money and material), needs to know himself, understand that his inner emptiness was probably caused by external circumstances based on someone else’s life (envy, greed, power). Men are living based on the lives of others, blind to themselves. And I demonstrate this by explaining in a simple way, how the economic cycle can directly interfere with your sadness, emptiness and depression.A cosmo-vision of Liberty, History and Culture: with a small addition of Art. A butterfly effect! The Symbology from the cover reflects the writing approach. Differences between the old and modern men involving art, money, the parallel with the being dominance. Everything was coming back to the individual's psychological enrichment. I created the perception that, not only money is exact, static, but also its movement flow: body, sould and spirit - it doesn't matter the level. Everything is intrinsically linked with habits and individual actions of the subject, directly influenced by the social environment it lives in. All the living paradigms to be overcome depend exclusively on the psychological and rational reorganization of the involved human.Series: Purely BehavioralThird Book: The Last Frontier - The Soul's Path

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bibliomundi
• Release date: Apr 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9781365323874

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IT WAS ALWAYS MY FAULT

AND THE SOCIAL BENEFIT’S FAULT

VINÍCIUS CAPUCHO

Copyright © 2021 Vinícius Capucho

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Some characters and events in this book are fictional.

This book cannot be reproduced or stored in a recovery system, or be transmitted through any mean, electronic or mechanic, photography, recording or another, without the express permission from the editor.

Book translated by: Lucas Chan Tcheou

Book cover design by: Aaesha Zahra

For my parents, Nara and Damião, my creators and first educators. My beloved parents.

For Patrícia, my wife, daily partner and a safe haven in the middle of tranquility and storms in this ocean called life.

To God, my Lord!

Jesus, my Savior!

To the Holy Spirit, Sanctifier!

The Holy Catholic Church!

For all the wonderful blessings that thy had given me during my earthen life.

INDEX

TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT

DEDICATION

PREFACE

LETTER TO MY SON

TRAPPED BY IGNORANCE

SKETCH ABOUT THE ART

UNCONSCIOUS REACTION AND A LITTLE BIT OF MARKET

VALUABLE LESSONS

INTELLECTUAL SCOUNDREL

SOCIALISM IS THE FOURTH INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION

ECONOMIC LIBERTY PARADOX

THE WHY

BOOKS FROM THIS AUTHOR

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Preface

A small step is necessary in order to conquer big achievements.

The poor man, objectively naturalist, illuminist with a barren vision, infertile vision, tends to see the skinny butterfly as a simple insect, a harmless bug, without a poetic sensibility that its wings cover. In its presumption, arrogance or even laziness, it makes it lose the perceptive capability to interpret the divine power of a delicate butterfly.

Life is created. Chaos is created.

In its short, but noble life, this wonderful being represents the impetus of magnificence of the cycle of life: egg, caterpillar, chrysalis and butterfly. The metamorphosis perfection is perceptible by the human eyes, still cloudy and unworthy, only in the last stage. Beauty is seen only in the last moments of the butterfly’s life – if it happens – purely because of its beautiful wings, highlighting the cloudy human vision.

A caterpillar is easily smashed; it is horrible, gooey, dirty while crawls on the earth that is the symbol of the most limited horizon of our flesh – subject: Dirty Caterpillar. Smash it before it destroys the plants! – says the man.

The beauty of its life is represented and valued when it becomes a butterfly. Once a ‘grub’, now so delicate and fragile that no man dears touch its skinny, silky and colorful wings, repressing any brutal act to a being still in its cocoon – cloister. This, cloistered: the unfinished man.

Humble and fragile butterfly. When it overflies, emits so much softness and fluidity, worthy of the spiritual peace. Little does it know that a simple landing in the waters changes all the wave directions, creating a chaos where before there was perpetuity, be it in the serene landing in an "admiral sea" or in a sweeping ocean storm. Never ever will be the same as the butterfly landing.

Never ever will be the same.

Letter to My Son

A clearer look related to the originality of rational life quality must become a habit over the years of every individual with full intellectual capacity. There is a unanimity in the current western cultures that preach the spontaneous character for the conquest of every goal or dream, many utopians, leaving the real life aside, that permeates us with the daily sensibility. The belief of the monetary conquest [of the money] easiness minimizing or excluding the productive work is clashing the value of the same.

I come across the public uselessness and voraciousness of the repetitive information that look forward to distract the look from people too inattentive with the referenced. Content creators [more specifically, repeaters], how I like to report, are big causers of this generalized intellectual laziness disgrace. Scholars abandon, little by little, always imperceptive, its teachings, and start to retransmit more of the same, transforming into an orchestra well directed by some loudmouths of the digital social media. At its core, the free will can look old-fashioned, backward, too religious; but the nerds, innovators, social and revolutionary engineers have been challenging, for centuries, and stealthily conquering. It is the Holy Grail of the influencers. To condition the free will.

They treat the human being like a puppet, mobilizing big flesh masses to obscure ways of the delusion and the rational deceit. They aim to have profits by prejudicing the quantitative ignorance of their cattle – it is possible to relate it with cattle, because they behave the same way as the grass eaters -, being daily commanded by its lords. The Social Engineering should be the most well-paid job from all times. The profession exists, however, is not regulated, and even worse, is strongly hidden by the professionals of the field. These engineers have the pure intellectual satisfaction, daily drink from their unmatchable knowledge source and, because of this, keep their sources, under lock and key. Have you ever ask yourself: where do I find such teachings? Probably yes, but it doesn’t make a difference at this point of your