In the different schools of "thought science" I have explored during my life, I have observed a common denominator, small minded little people, the murrishes of the world, who latch on to a system which they personally overidentify with, and then appoint themselves to be the protectors of... these are generally persons of little imagination and much indignation who are mightily offended when the scripture is not read in precisely the approved tones, who are more or less devoid of any creative or generative instincts, anile scolds for whom any deviation from the accepted mode of discourse (i.e. "the bullshit") is seen as a deeply threatening insult to their precious worldviews, worldviews that few with an iota of real mental freedom would have the slightest interest in entertaining. The murrishes are incapable of thinking outside the box, as they prefer to live in small unlighted containers, and are shocked, shocked ! to find that there are those who live in well aired and lighted places who couldn't give a damn about murrishes. If it's tiny minded, crappy, self referential, self annointing "NLP" you're after, filled to the brim by second to third rate people at best, mouthing laughable mumbo jumbo and trying their best to emulate their parent figures, hoping that John Grinder might dab a spot of ash on your forehead, by God , you shall have it ! Let's look at one particular murrishism, "that anyone in any way is interested in these types of posts?" evidence, plese ? You, the great murrish, speak for one and all ? " I feel that you may lack the intelligence required to make the simple distinctions necessary" Christ, man, can you see the pseudo- intellectual pomposity, the stuffy constipated low watted insubstantiality... in other words, do you have any inkling what an utter BORE you are, what a flatulant zero, when you obviously have no meaningful understanding of the core of this work, its essences, you have only got your mind wrapped anound the ephemera of it, the stylistics, and haven't a clue as to its animus, its vital spirit ? Peple like you are the death of innovation, you are part of Tom Kuhn's "mopping up team", the mumbling scholastics who clung to Aristotyle and worshipped the very idea of authority itself. "We are not living in the world of Big Brother". No shit. "then this post should be sufficient to draw the attention necessary to help you improve".... Lord, I hope you had the good sense not to have children, if I were one of yours I would have left home at 16 and never returned... "considered irrelevant and disrespectful"... the genius speaks... could you, mmmm, specify how they are irrelevant, and what all this crap about "respectful" is ? Fella, you're a sad case, and the consciousness game is over its head in sad cases, people who never lived, never had anything meaningful on the line, don't understand the concept of sweating bullets, never had the guts to give the finger to convention and make something real happen, never innovated, never transcended, just plodded along and passed judgement on things they never understood in the first place... One imagines such an encounter inspired T.S. Eliot to write "The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock".. "And indeed there will be time  To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”  Time to turn back and descend the stair,  With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—       [They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]  My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,  My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—  [They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]  Do I dare         Disturb the universe?  In a minute there is time  For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."