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Huh.  So, the waves are the culmination of multiple forces acting independently or in various combinations, and you're saying that some of the forces can be consciously controlled?  Okay - then what are you suggesting that Net try, and to what end?

Channeling archetypes maybe?
Net could envision his/her unconscious as beings and/or pools of emotional energy. And contact as imagination will allow.
For the fun of it. To work out emotional issues. Release. Spiritual reawakening. You name it I guess.

I liken it to us being an expression of waves on the ocean.

With creatures and unimaginable monsters underneath, causing unseen ripples.

Some of which can be contacted and channelled.

Might be fun for you to try if I'm getting the right vibe from your post.

am I making sense?

Hit me. Baby.


As many times as you like.

You remember the story of Cain and Abel right? Cain gets pissed off that his brother is happier and gets more favor than him, so he goes off and kills Abel in selfish greed.

Cain is Humans. And Abel is the Biosphere. Except, instead of cursed to be restless wanderers, we're damnned to up to 4 million years worth of generations living in shit.

I know more about this stuff than I probably should, Roger. As a biologist, I've got strong biophilia (don't trust a biologist who doesn't), so I learn as much as I can about all life. And it's depressing the hell out of me.

I feel like what one of those stock brokers on Black Tuesday probably felt, staring out there 40th story windows, wind blowing their hair around. The biosphere has gone to shit, I can see the assets dropping so rapidly, at a daily pace, dwindling, like the monetary value of a bank account being quickly withdrawn, and I can see the species dropping like dollars, scrolling out. I'm up 40 stories and I'm just so damn depressed, Roger. The sort of world that we're moving towards, the world of dwindling life, of gray concrete and smoky towers and oil stained beaches as far as the eye can see, I don't want to live in that world, I'd rather die in this world where life is everywhere still, even if fatally injured.

It's like a grandfather with dementia, Roger. He's still there, but little by little, every day, all the things you loved about him are dissapearing, just slipping away like they were never there. Just memories. I can't remember the passenger pigeon, but I remember the Chinese river dolphin, and now it's like a key piece of grandfather's personality, not coming back, nothing but my memories. All those freshwater mussels, the native birds of Hawai'i, the bleaching corals, whole ecosystems with 10s of millions of years of continuity. Oh gods, the tunas, those beautiful fish, almost gone like the cod. I wish I wouldn't remember.

My only consolation, and hope, is that I can enjoy what's left, and that when I die I'll be nothing, so I won't have to experience the rest of it.

If the dwindling gets worse before that, I may just tell the nurse to pull my plug. Mercy on me.

Definitely not okay,

Kai

I urge you to remember these words of wisdom in your time of despair.

This stew shall pass!

celebrate!

You truly are retarded, aren't you.

*psssst, your whip is broken*

Poor girl, clever where no one sees.

..oh

..well, blessed are the downtrodden..etc

I fail to see the humor.

You remember the story of Cain and Abel right? Cain gets pissed off that his brother is happier and gets more favor than him, so he goes off and kills Abel in selfish greed.

Cain is Humans. And Abel is the Biosphere. Except, instead of cursed to be restless wanderers, we're damnned to up to 4 million years worth of generations living in shit.

I know more about this stuff than I probably should, Roger. As a biologist, I've got strong biophilia (don't trust a biologist who doesn't), so I learn as much as I can about all life. And it's depressing the hell out of me.

I feel like what one of those stock brokers on Black Tuesday probably felt, staring out there 40th story windows, wind blowing their hair around. The biosphere has gone to shit, I can see the assets dropping so rapidly, at a daily pace, dwindling, like the monetary value of a bank account being quickly withdrawn, and I can see the species dropping like dollars, scrolling out. I'm up 40 stories and I'm just so damn depressed, Roger. The sort of world that we're moving towards, the world of dwindling life, of gray concrete and smoky towers and oil stained beaches as far as the eye can see, I don't want to live in that world, I'd rather die in this world where life is everywhere still, even if fatally injured.

It's like a grandfather with dementia, Roger. He's still there, but little by little, every day, all the things you loved about him are dissapearing, just slipping away like they were never there. Just memories. I can't remember the passenger pigeon, but I remember the Chinese river dolphin, and now it's like a key piece of grandfather's personality, not coming back, nothing but my memories. All those freshwater mussels, the native birds of Hawai'i, the bleaching corals, whole ecosystems with 10s of millions of years of continuity. Oh gods, the tunas, those beautiful fish, almost gone like the cod. I wish I wouldn't remember.

My only consolation, and hope, is that I can enjoy what's left, and that when I die I'll be nothing, so I won't have to experience the rest of it.

If the dwindling gets worse before that, I may just tell the nurse to pull my plug. Mercy on me.

Definitely not okay,

Kai

I urge you to remember these words of wisdom in your time of despair.

This stew shall pass!

celebrate!

""You, shut up. This is not a frivolous subject."""
Aaaactually it is/is not a frivolous subject!

I can crylaugh about anything I want.

Seriously.

*salutes* you got it cap

That's my party line anyway.

In practice..I'm tired.

Burn it all, the Phoenix's will arise. The rest will die.

That's right mothers.

You heard it here first!

Leave your kids in the dark!


eventually they'll mummify.

aaand highschool.

I'd call it getting a little help.

And some companionship at your last.

What could be more comforting than a pair of warm hands around your throat..?

Think about it

talking about what I define as a personal moral issue!

the right to die yo.