Considering, that you're an average human being, inhabiting planet Earth in the twenty-first century at some point, you're going to ask yourself what is the meaning of all of this. Lately it's all about finding yourself, asking questions, trying to build a tidy model for your existence. Well, you can't complain about a lack of choice - pretty much everyone is trying to sell you their ideas about achieving happiness, or eternal life, or whatever. Enlightenment is the next big thing, and smiling bearded old men will calmly explain to you the steps you need to walk, to get the same blissful expression as them, permanently stuck to your face. You might be into an obscure or not so obscure religion, you might even be one of those types, that try and find the purpose of life by themselves and if you've got a bit of common sense and a healthy dose of skepticism, you're most probably still struggling to find it. No matter how deep you go into a given philosophy, there's still going to be that sense of strange, those little holes in every theory, that you chose to ignore in order to believe it. An old man in the sky most definitely doesn't have the answers - either that, or it's really as simple as not eating pork, abstaining from premarital sex and giving cash to the church. That thibetian dude with the buddhist robe? Yeah, he's full of just as much shit as you and me, he's just a bit more convinced, that his shit's the best. And those hippies, hugging trees, thinking they know it all? Just wait until the acid wears off.
But you've been so close, right? You've had these moments where you really, really thought you had figured it all out? You had reached the ultimate truth, you had really found life's purpose? What happened then? It faded, right? Felt warm and fuzzy for a few days, weeks, months, but then you started questioning it, and then you found all those little errors, that you had to ignore, to keep that good feeling going. And even if you chose to ignore them, they slowly eat you up inside, until you're once again empty-handed, back to square one. And it's strange. You try again and again and again, but every time you find yourself in front of dead ends. The model is not important, because no matter what philosophy, or theory or movement you follow, there will always be that sense of strange, there will always be unanswered questions and streets that lead you nowhere. And really, the only way to walk these streets without getting lost is knowing that no one really has any idea where they are going, and not wasting time, following the footsteps to their personal dead ends no matter how much they tell you that the wall they've bumped into is the prettiest. It's a mess. It's seven billion people either fooling themselves that they're in the right direction or having absolutely no idea where they're going. And it's seven billion different kinds of strange.
I like this!
Very nice.
Thing is, I don't have answers, and NEITHER SHOULD YOU. As Discordians, we are bound by tradition and HOLY FUCKING WRIT™ to instead have loads of EMBARRASSING QUESTIONS. "Congratulations on winning, democrats...But why is Camp X-Ray still open?" or "So, what went wrong with your predictions, Mr Rasmussen?"...Or even "What have you done with all the hippies, Nigel?" Um. Forget that last one. You don't want to know.
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
Nigel's gonna Nigel Roger! :scared: eeeeeeeee
This is why I like the term "mystery school" (mysticism)...it doesn't give any definate answers...it's more about the seeking.
hmm...word up though. Way to put into words what I think alot of people have thunk.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on November 27, 2012, 05:31:30 AM
Nigel's gonna Nigel Roger! :scared: eeeeeeeee
Irresistable force. Immovable object.
:popcorn:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 02:12:18 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 03:53:31 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 01:35:13 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
NO. YOU SHOULDN'T.
Wasn't gonna anyway. Can't make me.
:crankey: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU DO!
Quote from: Luna on November 28, 2012, 02:34:42 AM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on November 27, 2012, 05:31:30 AM
Nigel's gonna Nigel Roger! :scared: eeeeeeeee
Irresistable force. Immovable object.
:popcorn:
Periodic epic blowups that leave the board in chaos. :lulz:
BUT NOT THIS TIME. NO. WE'RE SAVING IT FOR SPECIAL.
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:14:57 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 02:12:18 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 03:53:31 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 01:35:13 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
NO. YOU SHOULDN'T.
Wasn't gonna anyway. Can't make me.
:crankey: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU DO!
DON'T WANT TO
DON'T HAVE TO
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 01:54:34 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:14:57 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 02:12:18 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 03:53:31 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 01:35:13 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
NO. YOU SHOULDN'T.
Wasn't gonna anyway. Can't make me.
:crankey: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU DO!
DON'T WANT TO
DON'T HAVE TO
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE! I SWEAR I WILL TAKE OFF MY BELT.
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:33:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 01:54:34 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:14:57 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 02:12:18 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 03:53:31 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 01:35:13 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
NO. YOU SHOULDN'T.
Wasn't gonna anyway. Can't make me.
:crankey: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU DO!
DON'T WANT TO
DON'T HAVE TO
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE! I SWEAR I WILL TAKE OFF MY BELT.
woooooooooooo
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 04:05:45 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:33:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 01:54:34 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:14:57 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 02:12:18 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 03:53:31 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 01:35:13 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
NO. YOU SHOULDN'T.
Wasn't gonna anyway. Can't make me.
:crankey: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU DO!
DON'T WANT TO
DON'T HAVE TO
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE! I SWEAR I WILL TAKE OFF MY BELT.
woooooooooooo
NOT LIKE THAT
YOU MEN ARE ALL THE SAME!
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 29, 2012, 03:36:18 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 04:05:45 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:33:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 01:54:34 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:14:57 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 02:12:18 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 03:53:31 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 01:35:13 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
NO. YOU SHOULDN'T.
Wasn't gonna anyway. Can't make me.
:crankey: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU DO!
DON'T WANT TO
DON'T HAVE TO
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE! I SWEAR I WILL TAKE OFF MY BELT.
woooooooooooo
NOT LIKE THAT
YOU MEN ARE ALL THE SAME!
YES. YES, WE ARE.
But would you
really like it if some of us went fucking sideways and showed signs of actual cognitive thought? No. It would be like coming home and finding the dog singing
Burn Down the Mission. You wouldn't know how to act.
So we'll keep on being DUMBSHITS. For you, and for women/SOs everywhere.
Look grateful.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 29, 2012, 03:40:07 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 29, 2012, 03:36:18 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 04:05:45 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:33:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 28, 2012, 01:54:34 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 28, 2012, 03:14:57 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 02:12:18 PM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 03:53:31 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 27, 2012, 01:35:13 AM
Quote from: FROTISTED FUDGE CAK on November 27, 2012, 01:26:32 AM
There's no real answer to it, anyway.
Well, there is, but I don't think I should say...
NO. YOU SHOULDN'T.
Wasn't gonna anyway. Can't make me.
:crankey: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T MAKE YOU DO!
DON'T WANT TO
DON'T HAVE TO
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
DON'T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE! I SWEAR I WILL TAKE OFF MY BELT.
woooooooooooo
NOT LIKE THAT
YOU MEN ARE ALL THE SAME!
YES. YES, WE ARE.
But would you really like it if some of us went fucking sideways and showed signs of actual cognitive thought? No. It would be like coming home and finding the dog singing Burn Down the Mission. You wouldn't know how to act.
So we'll keep on being DUMBSHITS. For you, and for women/SOs everywhere.
Look grateful.
:argh!: :lol: :argh!:
Quote from: Dalek on November 24, 2012, 11:47:10 AM
Considering, that you're an average human being, inhabiting planet Earth in the twenty-first century at some point, you're going to ask yourself what is the meaning of all of this. Lately it's all about finding yourself, asking questions, trying to build a tidy model for your existence. Well, you can't complain about a lack of choice - pretty much everyone is trying to sell you their ideas about achieving happiness, or eternal life, or whatever. Enlightenment is the next big thing, and smiling bearded old men will calmly explain to you the steps you need to walk, to get the same blissful expression as them, permanently stuck to your face. You might be into an obscure or not so obscure religion, you might even be one of those types, that try and find the purpose of life by themselves and if you've got a bit of common sense and a healthy dose of skepticism, you're most probably still struggling to find it. No matter how deep you go into a given philosophy, there's still going to be that sense of strange, those little holes in every theory, that you chose to ignore in order to believe it. An old man in the sky most definitely doesn't have the answers - either that, or it's really as simple as not eating pork, abstaining from premarital sex and giving cash to the church. That thibetian dude with the buddhist robe? Yeah, he's full of just as much shit as you and me, he's just a bit more convinced, that his shit's the best. And those hippies, hugging trees, thinking they know it all? Just wait until the acid wears off.
But you've been so close, right? You've had these moments where you really, really thought you had figured it all out? You had reached the ultimate truth, you had really found life's purpose? What happened then? It faded, right? Felt warm and fuzzy for a few days, weeks, months, but then you started questioning it, and then you found all those little errors, that you had to ignore, to keep that good feeling going. And even if you chose to ignore them, they slowly eat you up inside, until you're once again empty-handed, back to square one. And it's strange. You try again and again and again, but every time you find yourself in front of dead ends. The model is not important, because no matter what philosophy, or theory or movement you follow, there will always be that sense of strange, there will always be unanswered questions and streets that lead you nowhere. And really, the only way to walk these streets without getting lost is knowing that no one really has any idea where they are going, and not wasting time, following the footsteps to their personal dead ends no matter how much they tell you that the wall they've bumped into is the prettiest. It's a mess. It's seven billion people either fooling themselves that they're in the right direction or having absolutely no idea where they're going. And it's seven billion different kinds of strange.
Firstly, you have a thing about commas. It's actually making you difficult to comprehend in a way I don't think you intend.
Secondly, you are wrong in several interesting ways.
"No matter how deep you go into a given philosophy, there's still going to be that sense of strange, those little holes in every theory, that you chose to ignore in order to believe it." - well, no. It may also happen that one day you realise you are quite fond of those little holes, and then you can go ahead and try to keep going with as few Deeply Held Convictions
TM as you possibly can. Bit like surfing, only more fun and you can do it anywhere.
Also, leave that Tibetan dude alone, he is cute. And fixing watches is his hobby, which makes him a Good Guy
TM. Anyway, I think you just envious: you'd also like to be at the peak position of a halfway functional theocracy, but don't have the juice to make it.
Finally: It is not seven billion different kinds of strange. I know it's depressing, but its true: 6.5 billion of the 7 share a handful of kinds of not-very-strange-at-all. The more creative remainder invent more variations, some of which do indeed merit the descriptor "strange". Nowhere near one for each one, though.