KMIYK

[Cain]

I'll tell you what makes humans special. We're the animal that laughs at itself. We have to laugh at ourselves, because very few of us a prepared to deal with the pain. That's what makes a joke funny. Someone gets hurt. Someone has their feelings hurt, or are subjected to bodily harm, or makes a fool of themself. And we laugh at it. Most of us have to laugh at it, because if we don't laugh at it, if we don't shrug it off with a guffaw, we'll have to think about it. About the pain.

Laughter is a lie. What makes Man special is the ability to live outside of reality. No animal but Man can Lie.

Actually chimps can definetly lie, and I believe some other primates can too, although I have to check.

[Great Teacher Largo]

I'll tell you what makes humans special. We're the animal that laughs at itself. We have to laugh at ourselves, because very few of us a prepared to deal with the pain. That's what makes a joke funny. Someone gets hurt. Someone has their feelings hurt, or are subjected to bodily harm, or makes a fool of themself. And we laugh at it. Most of us have to laugh at it, because if we don't laugh at it, if we don't shrug it off with a guffaw, we'll have to think about it. About the pain.

Laughter is a lie. What makes Man special is the ability to live outside of reality. No animal but Man can Lie.

Actually chimps can definetly lie, and I believe some other primates can too, although I have to check.

Quite true.  The Great Apes can all do lies/deciet.  Also, they seem to have a concept of stealing, too.  Can't remember which book I read the reference in, and I can't look it up at the moment as the book is about 600 miles away.  Story goes something like this:

Baby Ape sitting next to young female Ape which is not its mother.  Female Ape finds a tasty tuber.  Baby Ape begins to scream and cry.  Its Mother comes over, takes the  tuber from the Female and gives it to the Baby.

Also, read some of the work done with Chimps.  They have clear understandings of back-stabbing and subterfuge.

[Chaplin_Sinatra_Fonzarell]

I'll tell you what makes humans special. We're the animal that laughs at itself. We have to laugh at ourselves, because very few of us a prepared to deal with the pain. That's what makes a joke funny. Someone gets hurt. Someone has their feelings hurt, or are subjected to bodily harm, or makes a fool of themself. And we laugh at it. Most of us have to laugh at it, because if we don't laugh at it, if we don't shrug it off with a guffaw, we'll have to think about it. About the pain.

Laughter is a lie. What makes Man special is the ability to live outside of reality. No animal but Man can Lie.

Define "laughter"
Define "reality"
Define "outside"
Define "No"
Define "Animal"
Define "Man"
Define "Lie"

The "OMG I'M A REAL DISCORDIAN AND YOU'RE NOT AND I'M SO SMART AND WISE AND INSIGHTFUL AND ENLIGHTENED AND YOU'RE ALL FOOLISH HEATHENS" bit has been done to death, mate.

[East Coast Hustle]

now now...

play nice with the n00b. either he'll prove to be an amusing and insightful fellow who's just trying to feel us out and see what kind of discordians WE are (the incredibly snarky, snobby, clicque-ish kind)....

or...

he will turn out to be one of those Orthodox Discordians and we'll give him time to REALLY say something we can all pounce on.

[Drunken Monkey Cabal]

question

how much percent do chimps use of there brains?

how big are there brains?

because ya never know they might evolve to the point they do in planet of the apes

[Great Teacher Largo]

question

how much percent do chimps use of there brains?

how big are there brains?

because ya never know they might evolve to the point they do in planet of the apes

I believe the average chimp brain is about 280cc.

Compare an contrast with the average Neanderthalensis brain, at around 1500cc, and the average Homo Sapiens brain, at around 1300cc.

[Chaplin_Sinatra_Fonzarell]

now now...

play nice with the n00b. either he'll prove to be an amusing and insightful fellow who's just trying to feel us out and see what kind of discordians WE are (the incredibly snarky, snobby, clicque-ish kind)....

or...

he will turn out to be one of those Orthodox Discordians and we'll give him time to REALLY say something we can all pounce on.

Sounds fair.

[Arcane Synonym]

I'll tell you what makes humans special. We're the animal that laughs at itself. We have to laugh at ourselves, because very few of us a prepared to deal with the pain. That's what makes a joke funny. Someone gets hurt. Someone has their feelings hurt, or are subjected to bodily harm, or makes a fool of themself. And we laugh at it. Most of us have to laugh at it, because if we don't laugh at it, if we don't shrug it off with a guffaw, we'll have to think about it. About the pain.

Laughter is a lie. What makes Man special is the ability to live outside of reality. No animal but Man can Lie.

Define "laughter"
Define "reality"
Define "outside"
Define "No"
Define "Animal"
Define "Man"
Define "Lie"

The "OMG I'M A REAL DISCORDIAN AND YOU'RE NOT AND I'M SO SMART AND WISE AND INSIGHTFUL AND ENLIGHTENED AND YOU'RE ALL FOOLISH HEATHENS" bit has been done to death, mate.

Why do you do what has been done to death then?

No, I know, you also are too busy choking on your own shit to smell the roses. Nobody Hears the crawling train Before it plows them over. I am not that train.

[Slarti]

damnit too bad i dropped modship or else i could see which one of you guys he is.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Cats can lie.  Dogs, not too sure, they show their true emotions all over the place.  

We have to have just one person feed the cats at my house.  The cats will tell me they haven't had anything to eat, in cat speak obviously, not English.  They will also try to get each other in trouble.

Dogs just look guilty as hell when they do anything wrong, and let's face it, mostly we lie when we do something wrong.

[Arcane Synonym]

How do cats lie? Do they whisper false pleasantries to ease your sufferances? Do they declare the moon green and Grass orange?

[Bella]

How do cats lie? Do they whisper false pleasantries to ease your sufferances? Do they declare the moon green and Grass orange?

Yes

[agent compassion]

I don't know if parakeets can lie but they definitely converse. I've heard Moody bitch Xander out before, and they both will have animated conversations in the early morning with the birds in the trees outside. And there's this one chirp they'll do when they want my attention, and it really does sound like a "HEY! YOU!"

They'll also talk back to the radio if it sounds birdlike to them - there's this one song I like to play really loud, and it's got this weird synth trill in it that repeats in the background. The birds keep trying to talk to it.

One parakeet I had when I was a teenager learned to wolf-whistle even.

[Anonymous]

So.  I just finished reading everything I've ever posted to this board.  To celibrate, I have forgotten how to spell, and I made a post before this one, as I've nearly completely lost it.

I've finally figured it all out.  Every little bit of it.  And I've figured out what I do that you people don't like.  And I think I may have figured out why you don't like it.  And I'm sorry.  I really am.

Fluff you can stand.  Crazy you can stand.  Insane babbling, you can stand.

Mild psychotic breaks?  Not really.

Other things that really don't need to be said.

For those of you with sapience to understand what's really going on, I don't need to say anything.  And for those of you without, you'd never get it.  I'm not even sure I get it, because I can't fully articulate it.  However, I can't fully articulate lots of things which are true.  So there it stands.

And let's talk about wisdom.  Wisdom is the commemoration of the temporary.  Wisdom is being able to look around as say, "This is a beautiful day."  Wisdom is not fearing change.

Things change.  If you think, "That's always the problem," well, I'm very sorry for you.

Looking back through all those posts was a great deal of fun, and it was quite funny.  And by funny, I mean it hurt.  Alot.  Things have changed, you see.  I've known you (most of you) for less than a year.  And most of you, down to a few exceptions, I have spent maybe less than a full day's worth of time interacting with.

Some might say this is too short a time to decide on anything of importance, let alone complex interpersonal judgements.  However, that's not the point.  Change is the point.

Where's Medeo?  Where's Hotsuma?  Where are all those people who used to be here?  Don't blame me for all of them running off.  I've enjoyed my hubris for quite some time, but I'm not that powerful.  If I was, I'd have gotten rid of the fundies by sheer force of will.

Compositus Confusio, Dream of the Endless...  It's funny.  Truely funny.  Not amusing, not ironic, not any of those other concepts.  It's funny.

People often wonder what makes humans special.  What is that thing that helps to define our indefinable 'humanity?'  What do we do that other animals don't?  Our complex social interactions?  Go stare at an anthill or a beehive.  Art?  Go critique a bower-bird.  Verbal Language?  Sorry, I think several others have prior art on that patent.

I'll tell you what makes humans special.  We're the animal that laughs at itself.  We have to laugh at ourselves, because very few of us a prepared to deal with the pain.  That's what makes a joke funny.  Someone gets hurt.  Someone has their feelings hurt, or are subjected to bodily harm, or makes a fool of themself.  And we laugh at it.  Most of us have to laugh at it, because if we don't laugh at it, if we don't shrug it off with a guffaw, we'll have to think about it.  About the pain.

Death is one of the most painful topics for the majority of humanity to discuss.  And we make so many jokes about it.

I don't laugh much anymore.  But these past 16 hours or so I've had to laugh, alot.  I've had to laugh because I'm not ready at the moment to accept all of this.  Eric, CC, Dream, Caster Braids (yes, that was me)...  There is so much I don't remember.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Change.  Discordia is a religion of Chaos, and chaos is change.  We talk of Order and Chaos, Dichotomy, Creation and Destruction, Mindfucks, Jaking.  But next to none of us truely want change.  How many people whine about 'The Way Things Used to Be?'  I look on these forums (being no great master of life, though I hazard to say, I have a deeper understanding that most of the people within) and see so many people who are just giving lipservice.  People who think mindfucks are just about screwing with people.  People who are all for Chaos, completely rejecting order, never thinking about the matter.  Or people who got a little beyond that, and have rejected destruction, 'embracing an all creative trip.'

There is no such thing as a one-sided coin.  The Belief requires the Believer, just as the Believer requires the Belief.  You cannot have Chaos without Order.  You cannot have Creation without Destruction.

Change.  It's a constant, and yet it's not.  Dream, Eric, CC, Grey, PakProtector, vktsman, Eristvs, vK.   Change.

I don't feel this is a personal failing of mine.  But I am sad.  I can't laugh at it any more.  I'd set the record straight, but it doesn't matter.  Believe what you will -- it makes no difference -- as everything is true.   And everything is a lie.  There is nothing certain except uncertainty.

I'm fairly sure by now I've annoyed those of you who have managed to read this far by repeating myself so many times.  I'm sorry.  Telling people the truth is never the problem, you see.  It's getting them to listen that's the hard part.  Because, like most humans, we remember that which concerns us, and forget, instantly, that which we do not care to know.

I have this feeling that the wheel's going to keep on turning.  I really don't mind the hate.  Hate implies some sense of closeness on the part of the Hater to the Object of the Hatred.  Of course, it's easy to mistake hatred and dislike.  To be able to hate something you have to be able to see yourself in it.  It in you.  You have to be able to understand it.

For all the talk of viewing the world through different grids, of shaking of the 'greyfaced' mental baggage, so many of you are unable to do so.  You give lipservice to the ideals -- maybe enact some of them -- but you refuse to let your core change.  You hold to the same ingrained beliefs and expectations that you claim to be rejecting.

Also, many of you seem to misunderstand things on purpose, but that's neither here nore there.  We all interperet the truth to fit the facts (or the facts that we wish to find.)  Atleast, most of us do.

Things are going to keep on changing.  I'm not more an instrument of change than any of you.  The wheel will never cease to turn because, deep down, we need it to turn.  Hate me for good reasons.  Or simply hate me because you can hate.  But for those of you who choose the latter, I hope you don't go out and kill just because you can kill, too.  For those of you who choose the latter, I'm sorry.  Sorry for you.

But let's end this on a happy note.  After all, none of it really matters.  People here used to like me.  Hell, even Horab liked me at one point, when I first came here.  When I was silly.  When I sugar coated everything with easily graspable humor.  When I was funny.  When I conveyed the message with humor.  When I made the truth funny.  Think on that.  And reflect on the true reason you hate me, for those of you who do.

But I said, "But let's end this on a happy note."  After all, nothing lasts forever.  Fruit Flies, Books, Poems, People, Empires, Stars, the Universe.  This too, shall pass.  So buck up.  Either I'll die, or this Eric will die, or the hatred within you will die.  Or anything else.

It might get better.  It could possibly get worse.  But the one thing that is for sure is:  It won't be the same.

Interesting.

A valid post to say the least.

I quoted it in full, in case you decide to delete your original.

Just remember that it doesn't exempt you from jihad.

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

I would hit it precicely 333 times, then explode into the arms of Choronzon Himself

Then you'd meet face raping bats and spit in her eye.