Sermon

[Jasper]

Don't step in tha- Oh.  Um, carry on.

>_>

[Bhode_Sativa]

A funny thing happened when I contemplated the forum.

The PD is a text that, above all, prompts thinking for one's self.  And what is a thought, but an action, waiting for a green light?  Thinking for one's self, and doing for one's self, and forging the reality that makes one happy, is the overarching theme/purpose of what made itself manifest to the persons of Mal² and OKR on that fateful day at the lanes.  "Throw off the shackles of what went before, because with every sunrise, there is new opportunity.  Escape from the "now" is fruitless, and we're all sacks of rotting meat at the end, so be, live, think as you wish, because no-one need give you permission; you hold all in the palm of your hand." 

Dogma, and external standards, can carry you only so far.  The foundation can be laid in mud and straw, but bricks can only be forged in the heat of LIFE, the kiln of experience.  To forge a basis of KNOWING there must be a trial for true; else the first wind that blows, the first rumble of earth, the first wave from far out to sea, will trip up your fleeing feet, will foul your erstwhile escape, will preclude your precious self-preservation, and doom your dumbass to defeat.

The ones that stand guard, the Gargantuan Gargoyles who watch over the gates to enlightenment, are possessed of a responsibility that goes with such lofty pretensions.  They are the ones on whom it falls to provide the next layer of Truth.  When emotions run high, and enthusiasm is everywhere evident, They are the ones to drive the horrible truths home, to push and pull the Proto-Enlightened to rise above their constraints.  If mere words become standards, then Rules become Law, and Someone will get too Serious, and the self-appointed Cerberus must fulfill its role to crack the Lails and salt the snails and rave and rant and wear no pants to allow a draft to alter the attitude to a point of proper irreverence. 

Discord, who struck a chord in me, is an interesting note (or measure, or maybe an entire phrase), but the symphony of LIFE awaits, each unto his own, until, in the din of existence, there is a completeness achieved (yet never ending, until the last note fades away). 

In plain terms, I view the forums here at PD.com as an example of what might be achieved in a group of individuals ... one model amongst many others that should serve to encourage the dreams of those that wish to be themselves, and who realize, quite possibly for the first time, that the only thing that's stopping them is a papier-mache wall.  By virtue of its location, at TheHolyBook.com, this forum is the likeliest place to attract the Noobs (who admittedly may not be as bored with the Original as the rest).  Yet as long as there is a sense of wonder, as long as a desire is evident for a broadening of perspective, then they should be helped, and guided, and given a measure of understanding, else they recoil as much from freedom as one of us would a southern baptist furry convention with Hitler as the main speaker and the world's fugliest woman passing out herpes by the cunt-full in the lobby.

Who among us has never had a dream?  Who among us has never felt the thrill of a new and different perspective?  Can you not recall a moment where your world turned on end?  And did you not avoid the clock, recalling Schrodinger's Cat?  If you close your eyes, and do not acknowledge time, this NEW can last forever! 

Then...


Inevitably...


The question presents itself...


Now what?


All I know is that I don't know.  The answers you seek lie on the path that you alone must walk.  I can share what I have learned from the places that I've been, but until you've done the things I have, it's nothing more than talk.  I can point in a direction, but the steps must be your own.

All I know is that I want to know what lies 'round every corner, I wish to understand myself, my area, my world and universe, and so I keep my eyes and ears open for whatever I can gather from whomever seems worthwhile, so share your thoughts, ideas, and dreams, and who knows where we might go!

Moar Reaction!   ~OP...

Discuss...

(P.S. I've already heard "That was, like, so 2005?!")

(Post- Post- Script: BS is drunk and vulnerable, don't give him a hard time)

(post, post, post script--- Not intended for public consumption--- unless you mean consumption in its "tuburcular" fashion, or maybe some subliminal H5N1 influence where the vast majority of people die...--- Never mind...)

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Moar Reaction!   ~OP...

Okay:

Die.

[Idem]

Moar Reaction!   ~OP...

Okay:

Die.

Good Lord, Rog, sometimes enough is enough.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Moar Reaction!   ~OP...

Okay:

Die.

Good Lord, Rog, sometimes enough is enough.

Yeah, I'm working on that.

Now step aside.

TGRR,
Too much is ALWAYS better than not enough.

[Triple Zero]

also, bumping your own thread when people have stopped talking about it doesn't suddenly cause everybody to stop think and squeeze out the last new and interesting bits they probably didn't have to say about it in the first place.

[Bhode_Sativa]

You're right.  It was a whim, and had I stopped to consider, I probably wouldn't have bumped it, but I was drunk, and the subject of thread-jacking had come up early on, so it was a chancy thing.

[hunter s.durden]

Good call 000.
You are the bump referee.

[Doc Howl]

Moar Reaction!   ~OP...

Okay:

Die.

Good Lord, Rog, sometimes enough is enough.

Yeah, I'm working on that.

Now step aside.

TGRR,
Too much is ALWAYS better than not enough.

Well, it's good to see Roger hasn't changed in the last 2 years.  Well, maybe he's mellowed a bit.

[East Coast Hustle]

A funny thing happened when I contemplated the forum.

The PD is a text that, above all, prompts thinking for one's self.  And what is a thought, but an action, waiting for a green light?  Thinking for one's self, and doing for one's self, and forging the reality that makes one happy, is the overarching theme/purpose of what made itself manifest to the persons of Mal² and OKR on that fateful day at the lanes.  "Throw off the shackles of what went before, because with every sunrise, there is new opportunity.  Escape from the "now" is fruitless, and we're all sacks of rotting meat at the end, so be, live, think as you wish, because no-one need give you permission; you hold all in the palm of your hand." 

Dogma, and external standards, can carry you only so far.  The foundation can be laid in mud and straw, but bricks can only be forged in the heat of LIFE, the kiln of experience.  To forge a basis of KNOWING there must be a trial for true; else the first wind that blows, the first rumble of earth, the first wave from far out to sea, will trip up your fleeing feet, will foul your erstwhile escape, will preclude your precious self-preservation, and doom your dumbass to defeat.

The ones that stand guard, the Gargantuan Gargoyles who watch over the gates to enlightenment, are possessed of a responsibility that goes with such lofty pretensions.  They are the ones on whom it falls to provide the next layer of Truth.  When emotions run high, and enthusiasm is everywhere evident, They are the ones to drive the horrible truths home, to push and pull the Proto-Enlightened to rise above their constraints.  If mere words become standards, then Rules become Law, and Someone will get too Serious, and the self-appointed Cerberus must fulfill its role to crack the Lails and salt the snails and rave and rant and wear no pants to allow a draft to alter the attitude to a point of proper irreverence. 

Discord, who struck a chord in me, is an interesting note (or measure, or maybe an entire phrase), but the symphony of LIFE awaits, each unto his own, until, in the din of existence, there is a completeness achieved (yet never ending, until the last note fades away). 

In plain terms, I view the forums here at PD.com as an example of what might be achieved in a group of individuals ... one model amongst many others that should serve to encourage the dreams of those that wish to be themselves, and who realize, quite possibly for the first time, that the only thing that's stopping them is a papier-mache wall.  By virtue of its location, at TheHolyBook.com, this forum is the likeliest place to attract the Noobs (who admittedly may not be as bored with the Original as the rest).  Yet as long as there is a sense of wonder, as long as a desire is evident for a broadening of perspective, then they should be helped, and guided, and given a measure of understanding, else they recoil as much from freedom as one of us would a southern baptist furry convention with Hitler as the main speaker and the world's fugliest woman passing out herpes by the cunt-full in the lobby.

Who among us has never had a dream?  Who among us has never felt the thrill of a new and different perspective?  Can you not recall a moment where your world turned on end?  And did you not avoid the clock, recalling Schrodinger's Cat?  If you close your eyes, and do not acknowledge time, this NEW can last forever! 

Then...


Inevitably...


The question presents itself...


Now what?


All I know is that I don't know.  The answers you seek lie on the path that you alone must walk.  I can share what I have learned from the places that I've been, but until you've done the things I have, it's nothing more than talk.  I can point in a direction, but the steps must be your own.

All I know is that I want to know what lies 'round every corner, I wish to understand myself, my area, my world and universe, and so I keep my eyes and ears open for whatever I can gather from whomever seems worthwhile, so share your thoughts, ideas, and dreams, and who knows where we might go!

OMG UNFUNNY BUMPTROLL WONT STOP BUMPING.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Moar Reaction!   ~OP...

Okay:

Die.

Good Lord, Rog, sometimes enough is enough.

Bump for hilarity's sake.

[Thurnez Isa]

yay that was good hating


now what are stuck with
fucking pedos and morons

[Triple Zero]

Where did Idem go, btw?

Is it my memory or havent we seen him in a while?

[Kai]

11/12ths of humanity deserves to die for this bump.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Where did Idem go, btw?

Is it my memory or havent we seen him in a while?

He's an IRC casualty.