I was attempting to sketch out a metaphor from multiple perspectives. I'm so happy you didn't understand that. Here's a map and a flashlight, please endeavour to find your ass with them.
Several times a month, I will be in a store aisle reaching for something and feel a hand going up the inside of my thigh. When I turn around to find myself alone with a woman, and ask her if she would prefer me to hold still so she can get a better feel for the situation, oftentimes she will act "shocked" claiming nothing had happened, it must be somebody else...
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o, after all, there was not one kind of Strife alone, but all over the earth there are two. As for the one, a man would praise her when he came to understand her; but the other is blameworthy: and they are wholly different in nature.
For one fosters evil war and battle, being cruel: her no man loves; but perforce, through the will of the deathless gods, men pay harsh Strife her honour due.
But the other is the elder daughter of dark Night (Nyx), and the son of Cronus who sits above and dwells in the aether, set her in the roots of the earth: and she is far kinder to men. She stirs up even the shiftless to toil; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order; and neighbour vies with is neighbour as he hurries after wealth. This Strife is wholesome for men. And potter is angry with potter, and craftsman with craftsman, and beggar is jealous of beggar, and minstrel of minstrel.
I have come to tell you that you are free. Many ages ago, My consciousness left man, that he might develop himself. I return to find this development approaching completion, but hindered by fear and by misunderstanding.
You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, your vision is restricted, your movements are clumsy and painful, your skin is bruised, and your spirit is broiled in the sun.
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
Quote from: The Good Reverend RogerNihilism.Mmkay. My beleifs change too much and too often for me to properly define them anyway...Discussing them is somewhat difficult and mildly unpleasant for me.
Quote from: mian tiao Fredbe your self
now wasnt that easy?
I am. But Buddhaboi thinks this makes me: thick, Jim Jones, Pat Robertson, and unthinking.
Loves poking the fluffies into making insults. Because he was born wrong.
Quote from: The seerThe message reveals something about the reader.
I actually agree with you and my position is unchanged.
So please say 'WTF?' and have a thought.
1. Don't come peddling you quantum mechanics around HERE, Mister Schroedinger!
2. See #1, particle boi!
3. I need no thoughts. Gods are pretty static, you know.
But Seer, does it even matter?
I can only speak for me, but:
1. No, it's not a religion, to me...insomuch that I do not worship a minor Greek diety. It is, instead, a way of life. This, of course, leading to the question: Discordianism...A religion, a philosophy, or just one more excuse for assholes?
2. I don't see any spirituality in Discordianism, whatsoever. It doesn't seem to be designed for that, as far as I can tell. Seriously..."spirituality" involving hot dog buns? That's as goofy as the Christians basing spirituality on an execution tool.