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I did, I just wasn't sure if I should take it seriously or not.

How's that a confirmation? maybe I was like . . . reading your mind . . .

So what do you do with her then?

Hardcore fetish sex acts on a Friday afternoon while in front of a Catholic Church, Jewish, Hindic or Buddhist temple eating a hotdog on a hotdog bun as a remonstration against the popular paganisms of the day (Catholicism, Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism and Discordianism).

Cool. Can anybody do that?

A 50th level Dwarf Savage called Vargyr is sitting in a bar somewhere in Moria. He's talking to his friend Dodo and trying to make sense of some weird things he's been thinking.

"I just tell ya, Dodo, I can't trust anything anymore. I keep thinking things aren't really there you know? I keep feeling like I'm going to fall through the floor."

"Yea, it's difficult." replied Dodo thinking of his own troubles.
"How are we supposed to know any of this is real?"

"It's really getting me down." said Vargyr. "I hope it is all just a dream."

"It's like this barstool," said Dodo thoughtfully. "There's no real reason why I should doubt my senses, but there's no real way of knowing that it's . . .you know?  . . . really real?".

"Exactly!" exclaimed Vargyr. "And yet . . . I can't help feeling that I'm missing the point somehow . . ."

"I'm feeling it . . ."said Dodo in a soft voice. "I think . . . I'm really  . . . feeling it . . ."

"Feeling what?" asked Vargyr with a quizicle look on his face. He watched as his friend got off his barstool and started inspecting it's leggs. "You know, I'm really . . . I don't know . . . feeling this legg . . ."

"Maybe if I just lie on the floor here and hold this legg like this . . . and now . . . yes, just as I thought, I can make the barstool seem as if it's hovering above me, just by holding it above my head like this."

"Wow," said Vargyr, "you know i think you're on to something there. Maybe you really are creating your own reality and the barstool is now hovering above you . . ."

"You really think?" asked Dodo excitedley.

"Well there's only one way of finding out." replied Vargyr confidently.

Just then, Dodo let go of the barstool, and it fell, hitting him squarely on his forhead.

"Ouch!" said Dodo.   

Thanks.

That Saint Anny, sure looks like a pretty doll to me . . .

What's a Vargyr?

Should never have joined that weird Discordian forum.

Ok, thanks for the explenation.

Why do you want to hit me over the head with a bar stool anyway? Surely there's an easier way to do things than that? All I did was change your little story and people start freaking out! Jesus. Cool, keep your story as it is. It doesn't need changing, it's fine. I conceed. Must have been something I ate.

I was just thinking how stupid this whole avatar secret name thing was, but now I see why people need to hide around here.

Good job, Discordians! You really welcomed me into your fold.

I see your point about it being a parable. My version is far from being so obviously that. But isn't either version totally redundant as a psychological tool while posted on this forum and simply just a form of literature?

No.

Fair enough. I can see where you're coming from.

Are you anoyed as well?

There seem to be a few out there.

A punk and an emo were talking in a bar.

The punk says to the emo, "Everybody hates you.  I ought to hit you over your head with this barstool."
The emo responds, "The barstool is only an imaginary thing made by your brain because you want it to be.  It cannot hurt me.  My heart would break the windows if it were let out.  My pain is so real. Nothing is really real. Matter is all so empty because nothing matters any more."
The punk ponders this. "I will show you real pain."
The punk and the friends of the punk lift up the barstool and the emo and defenestrate both the emo and the barstool.

I think this is definately the best one yet. Straight from the heart. You can't fault that. I am sorry that you're angry though.

in regular words, it's a story that tries to speak about a metaphysical concept (in this case a specific type of pragmatism) and does this with a sort of metaphorical story.

Actually, I think this parable is trying to point out the futility of any metaphysic. I thought it was pointing outside of the head and it's limited concepts and into the superconscious void of hyperobjectivity?

2) The kid in a bar isn't pragmatic at all, I was playing around with what had been said previously in the thread.

3) By more personal, I mean I was trying to focus more on human relationships in stead of "intellectual" content (metaphysics etc). I'm more interested in that side of things, personally.

that's why it's a parable. parables do that stuff.
(or maybe an allegory? i'm not really too precise on these literary terms)

in regular words, it's a story that tries to speak about a metaphysical concept (in this case a specific type of pragmatism) and does this with a sort of metaphorical story.

also: this is the wrong forum to come looking for love, so stop asking.

I see your point about it being a parable. My version is far from being so obviously that. But isn't either version totally redundant as a psychological tool while posted on this forum and simply just a form of literature? I would have thought that for either to be effective (in the Zen sense) they would need to be transmited by someone who really knew what they were doing?

No, I think I'm wrong. I think forums can turn you on too.

Aren't we all looking for love?

You guys get soooo teratorial!

I don't need to look for love anyl onger. I've already found it. I love you guys!