There was a time when I thought life had meaning... How could I have been so naive?Its ok to laugh at me. I guess. It is kind of funny; like believing in the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy, or that you can make a difference in the world, or that your vote counts...I guess this too must now live in my past.
it is kind of sad to think
that all that was magical must live in the past, unretrievable.
if the current trend continues, it seems that all that gave me comfort and happiness will eventually slip in to that most permanent prison. I almost believe it will, but then again...
there was this time I thought life had meaning, so I can obviously be very naive-
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
is that a fact? a brife mention of the state of reality
Life is expression, fact is merely a recording.
Thus facts are as relevant as a photograph of a tree while making supper.
To clarify these statements I’d have to subject my self to a degree of boredom that could only find its equivalent in trying to teach a stone elementary math. I wish not to undertake such an emotionally painful task.
And because these things are fact, they are irrelevant. Thus my understanding of them is only as worth while as the pleasure that they can enlighten on my face.
The relevance of fact is the central lie in the oppression of the self.
I believe that oppression is painful, and an unwelcome expression. Thus I reject the lie of your truths in favour of my enjoyment.
Fact; facts are false.
Proven
Facts are derived buy scientific method. That is to say, facts are the observed results of experimentation. Observations are made from phenomena and then recorded, (written down ect.). From my own experience of being me, I can not actually prove the existence of another. I have proven that my eyes, my ears, my smell, my touch, and my taste can all be tricked, and so are unreliable as to a definitive proof. My emotions however, have never proven to be untrue. At the most they have proven to be impermanent. Thus I must conclude logically, that my emotions are of more reliability than that of any other stimuli. Or at least are more difficult to be detected as false. With no other information to base my decisions on I must deduce that my emotions are more factual than more conventionally defined facts.
Science now must face the same type of criticisms that religion faces in the face of theories of equal debatable arguments. for science and religion both use un-provable and un-testable theory’s to attempt to explain the world in which we appear to be living. Using science to disprove fact creates the above rant as a viable scientific theory; I don’t expect the institutions of science to accept defeat any more than the Catholic Church accepted defeat in the face of Darwin. So I issue this challenge: using any logical means disprove the Sincontroll first theory that fact is false. Using a previous definition such as a dictionary is unacceptable because repeating false information in no way alters the fact of it being false information.
Thus facts are as relevant as a photograph of a tree while making supper.
To clarify these statements I’d have to subject my self to a degree of boredom that could only find its equivalent in trying to teach a stone elementary math. I wish not to undertake such an emotionally painful task.
And because these things are fact, they are irrelevant. Thus my understanding of them is only as worth while as the pleasure that they can enlighten on my face.
The relevance of fact is the central lie in the oppression of the self.
I believe that oppression is painful, and an unwelcome expression. Thus I reject the lie of your truths in favour of my enjoyment.
Fact; facts are false.
Proven
Facts are derived buy scientific method. That is to say, facts are the observed results of experimentation. Observations are made from phenomena and then recorded, (written down ect.). From my own experience of being me, I can not actually prove the existence of another. I have proven that my eyes, my ears, my smell, my touch, and my taste can all be tricked, and so are unreliable as to a definitive proof. My emotions however, have never proven to be untrue. At the most they have proven to be impermanent. Thus I must conclude logically, that my emotions are of more reliability than that of any other stimuli. Or at least are more difficult to be detected as false. With no other information to base my decisions on I must deduce that my emotions are more factual than more conventionally defined facts.
Science now must face the same type of criticisms that religion faces in the face of theories of equal debatable arguments. for science and religion both use un-provable and un-testable theory’s to attempt to explain the world in which we appear to be living. Using science to disprove fact creates the above rant as a viable scientific theory; I don’t expect the institutions of science to accept defeat any more than the Catholic Church accepted defeat in the face of Darwin. So I issue this challenge: using any logical means disprove the Sincontroll first theory that fact is false. Using a previous definition such as a dictionary is unacceptable because repeating false information in no way alters the fact of it being false information.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
lemme alone on the buss
This disassociation of a social inept mind from a morally inept society leading to an aggravated situation predisposed to violence.
Or, What I meant by “Fuck Off Ass-hole”.
Although you feel me rude for ignoring you, I feel that your interruption is of the grater harm. I am confined to live only my life and thus so, my feelings will always trump yours in all maters where the two don’t coincide.
I feel it important to remind you that you, yourself, instigated this interaction.
It was your choices and actions that led to this preface to an altercation.
So the onus is also yours as to weather you shall console your wounded pride with self deception with out my company or rather to consume more of my limited time with your invasion of my space.
But be not deceived, I consider all invasions violent acts.
As violence and war very only in scope and the surest way to maintain a victory in war is the complete annihilation of your opponent, and as I have previously stated, my feelings will always trump yours, I will act in a way that is in my best interest for self survival.
I am sure if properly motivated you could have formulated the before mentioned thoughts for your self.
I, as man, can not be indited for neither the acts of God (nature) nor his (its) omissions.
It seems some how, weather by evolution or design you have failed at this arrangement.
Your inability to ascertain your situation of danger and to in the best interest of survival govern your self, leaves your death as either ordained by God or a simple matter of the species as a whole needing to rid its self of your impertinence and stupidity.
(Must I have other reasons not to be interrupted while I'm fucking reading?)
Or, What I meant by “Fuck Off Ass-hole”.
Although you feel me rude for ignoring you, I feel that your interruption is of the grater harm. I am confined to live only my life and thus so, my feelings will always trump yours in all maters where the two don’t coincide.
I feel it important to remind you that you, yourself, instigated this interaction.
It was your choices and actions that led to this preface to an altercation.
So the onus is also yours as to weather you shall console your wounded pride with self deception with out my company or rather to consume more of my limited time with your invasion of my space.
But be not deceived, I consider all invasions violent acts.
As violence and war very only in scope and the surest way to maintain a victory in war is the complete annihilation of your opponent, and as I have previously stated, my feelings will always trump yours, I will act in a way that is in my best interest for self survival.
I am sure if properly motivated you could have formulated the before mentioned thoughts for your self.
I, as man, can not be indited for neither the acts of God (nature) nor his (its) omissions.
It seems some how, weather by evolution or design you have failed at this arrangement.
Your inability to ascertain your situation of danger and to in the best interest of survival govern your self, leaves your death as either ordained by God or a simple matter of the species as a whole needing to rid its self of your impertinence and stupidity.
(Must I have other reasons not to be interrupted while I'm fucking reading?)
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