The seat of the soul is the juices in your brain. I know this because science tells me so. Science tells me that imbalances in my serotonin levels can cause problems with mood. Science tells me that good diet, regular exercise, and clean living can make live a healthy, happy life. Science invented pills that are supposed to make it all better.
What science forgot to say is how seriously fucked up a person get without even realizing. What science never mentions is how a person stops being a person and turns into a machine for eating, sleeping, and shitting, when those little "imbalances" happen. That a formerly human being can crawl into a hole and die, and no one will notice. That there are animals in human form walking among us, barely living, barely aware, simply existing in a tunnel of raw suffering, surviving from day to day. Nobody notices. Nobody cares.
How many of us are really, truly happy? How do you know you're not deluding yourself into thinking you are, but deep down, you know you aren't as human as you think? That you have failed to reach that sublime level of harmony, that near unattainable state, where all is well with the world? You can't achieve that state without shoving your head up your own ass, because even if you find internal order, all you have to do is look at your fellow "human" to see that the world as a whole is fucked.
All because we have failed to master the juices in our brain.
It has never been mind over matter. Never. Everything that you think and feel, happens because of chemicals seeping in the collection of fatty tissue encased in your skull. Your logical processes are affected by the levels of hormones floating about your bloodstream. You can truly have moments of stupidity, not because you are stupid, but because you are a tenuous consciousness in a flawed vehicle.
And what happens when your body suffers little shocks, over and over? It adapts. It adjusts. You ignore the filthy hobo in the street every day, until he just stops registering on your optical nerves. You know your friends are depressed, or on drugs, or even mentally disturbed, but you just can't help them. You can barely help yourself. You take your pills in the hopes that tomorrow will be a little brighter, but really, what are you doing? Painting sunshine on a jail cell wall. Because the world is fucked.
We are fucked.
The seat of the soul is juices long gone bad.
You make this seem like a bad thing :?
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fucking sweat
welcome back
sweat?
i figured i would spell it wrong
since you know its badger and all
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actually its 9 i the morning and im waiting for my coffee to brew so i just fucked up
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I like this piece.
When I'm in a bad place, I try to remind myself that these dark feelings and uncomfortable moods are just chemical reactions. Somehow, I think that makes it a bit more bearable.
And this whole crazy world we experience internally is all just a bunch of chemical reactions - even cherished things like love and free will.
Good piece, if not a little nihilistic.
A refreshing new flavor of rant, though.
ain't that the truth. Good show!
Nicely done!
Oh woops, I missed a chance to mention the pineal gland. :fap:
I consider myself more of a smoothie than juice.... :lulz:
Nice work, I like it!
Lol, smoothie.
I enjoyed this Ms. Rabid Badge, it has the aftertaste of truth.
You know, there are smaller and more depressing frames of reference, though, why stop at the chemical level?
If happiness and peace with the world is having your head up your ass, isn't a frame of reference that's just a tunnel of suffering and a world of pain the inverse:
extracting your ass out of your body and pulling it over your head?
Quote from: Professor Cramulus on June 06, 2008, 02:48:23 PM
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I like this piece.
When I'm in a bad place, I try to remind myself that these dark feelings and uncomfortable moods are just chemical reactions. Somehow, I think that makes it a bit more bearable.
And this whole crazy world we experience internally is all just a bunch of chemical reactions - even cherished things like love and free will.
Blarg. YOU hate because chemicals make you hate.
*I* hate because "Bob" told me to.
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Nicely put. Both heartening and terrifying at once.
QuoteYOU AND I ARE BUT JUICE
Quote from: Thurnez Isa on June 06, 2008, 01:40:37 PM
i figured i would spell it wrong
since you know its badger and all
Quote from: Netaungrot on June 06, 2008, 10:04:28 PM
. . . You know, there are smaller and more depressing frames of reference . . . If happiness and peace with the world is having your head up your ass,
lol BUTT JUICE
I have a hard time buying the all-chemicals explanation. I mean, yeah, I take SSRIs and they do something, and if anyone bothered to look they'd find my head was full of neurons and hormones firing away at each other. But there's more to it than that, because I (and probably you too) can consciously control how you feel at something. You can read the comics smiling, and force yourself to laugh at the stupid jokes and reread the strips until you find them actually funny. It's doublethink, but you get the last laugh.
You can train yourself to un-ignore the things your wiring is accustomed to ignoring. You can alter your responses to events, withholding judgment on an issue where you would normally jerk your knee. You can ask yourself, now why do I think that? when you see a morbidly obese person and question their intelligence.
Quote from: Golden Applesauce on June 07, 2008, 04:54:22 AM
I have a hard time buying the all-chemicals explanation. I mean, yeah, I take SSRIs and they do something, and if anyone bothered to look they'd find my head was full of neurons and hormones firing away at each other. But there's more to it than that, because I (and probably you too) can consciously control how you feel at something. You can read the comics smiling, and force yourself to laugh at the stupid jokes and reread the strips until you find them actually funny. It's doublethink, but you get the last laugh.
You can train yourself to un-ignore the things your wiring is accustomed to ignoring. You can alter your responses to events, withholding judgment on an issue where you would normally jerk your knee. You can ask yourself, now why do I think that? when you see a morbidly obese person and question their intelligence.
Welp I guess that's where all that discordianism comes in, huh?
I have a part II coming along, but my mind is constipated right now so it might be a while. HOLD YOUR BREATH, I NEED THE ATTENTION OK
Quote from: rong on June 07, 2008, 02:49:31 AM
QuoteYOU AND I ARE BUT JUICE
Quote from: Thurnez Isa on June 06, 2008, 01:40:37 PM
i figured i would spell it wrong
since you know its badger and all
Quote from: Netaungrot on June 06, 2008, 10:04:28 PM
. . . You know, there are smaller and more depressing frames of reference . . . If happiness and peace with the world is having your head up your ass,
lol BUTT JUICE
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hot shit! RBG is back with a vengeance!
nice rant, kid. welcome back to the cesspool.