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Arguments against online drama,.. and a reminder, were one needed, of the futility of life and the meaninglessness of existence.
I really should do something happier for once shouldn't it?
I really should do something happier for once shouldn't it?
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Wow... I listened through the entire thing and didn't understand a word. I was too busy having fun listening to you talk! I wish I could do that... except I can't really say a single sentence without stumbling over myself, and I don't have such an awesome voice! Err... I guess I probably should have said something enlightening instead, but I'm going to have to listen to it again and try to actually pay attention to WHAT is being said this time :P
The Cheshire Cat! That's what your voice would be perfect for. :D
No matter how bleak the message, beautifully, beautifully done.
It is a strange thing being in a world where the only way to stay sane is to find a comforting niche of insanity. Especially when it comes to significance.
I've always though were were greatly significant, just like a butterfly flap that may cause a hurricane across the world. Only we aren't significant to our own lives, and by the time what we've done has its full effect, we're long gone and forgotten and what we've done is just another random motion of air in a raging storm, no more or less significant than any other irregularity in the breeze. We're significant, but only in a way that we don't think is important, being selfish, short-sighted like we are.
That is, of course, except for me. As future galaxial dictator (and a cheetah), I'm clearly the most significant (and unselfish) individual that ever has been, is, or will be. I pity the rest of you, but fear not. You, as my minions will be immortalized in my own great deeds.
That is all.
No matter how bleak the message, beautifully, beautifully done.
It is a strange thing being in a world where the only way to stay sane is to find a comforting niche of insanity. Especially when it comes to significance.
I've always though were were greatly significant, just like a butterfly flap that may cause a hurricane across the world. Only we aren't significant to our own lives, and by the time what we've done has its full effect, we're long gone and forgotten and what we've done is just another random motion of air in a raging storm, no more or less significant than any other irregularity in the breeze. We're significant, but only in a way that we don't think is important, being selfish, short-sighted like we are.
That is, of course, except for me. As future galaxial dictator (and a cheetah), I'm clearly the most significant (and unselfish) individual that ever has been, is, or will be. I pity the rest of you, but fear not. You, as my minions will be immortalized in my own great deeds.
That is all.
I find, as neurotic as it is, that believing myself the most important person in my own universe allows me to survive existence in this dark little world. Where others fear to tread and wishy-wash over important decisions because being strong-willed would definatively demand accepting consequences, I prefer to think that the world sucks because I have made it so by the hands of my own godshead and when it persists in crepulence, I am not surprised.
That's why placing an ACTUAL mark on this rusting junkyard is so important: because if one can leave their imprint as George Bernard Shaw, Samuel Clemens, Dickens, and others have done before, was I in fact so wrong about my self assurance?
That's why, in my own controlled way, I throw back curtains on the debauched and sick. I plumb the depths of psychological horror and the unclean thing. Not because I wallow in drama, drama is the presuposition that not only is one important but that others should care about that importance: I don't care if anyone gives half a rat's backside about what I think. Rather I spelunk the darkened doorways because, as you say, if one should eat drink and be merry before we die then I want to see both the loftiest hieghts and the lowest depths.
The better that I may bring them to those less courageous than you and I Garr. Because for everyone bright shining individual who takes up the torch of wisdom like prometheus and steals fire from the forces on high that would convince us to be small easily controlled things, there are is a legion of slack jawed imbeciles out there who do not need a shepherd but a revolutionary.
That's why placing an ACTUAL mark on this rusting junkyard is so important: because if one can leave their imprint as George Bernard Shaw, Samuel Clemens, Dickens, and others have done before, was I in fact so wrong about my self assurance?
That's why, in my own controlled way, I throw back curtains on the debauched and sick. I plumb the depths of psychological horror and the unclean thing. Not because I wallow in drama, drama is the presuposition that not only is one important but that others should care about that importance: I don't care if anyone gives half a rat's backside about what I think. Rather I spelunk the darkened doorways because, as you say, if one should eat drink and be merry before we die then I want to see both the loftiest hieghts and the lowest depths.
The better that I may bring them to those less courageous than you and I Garr. Because for everyone bright shining individual who takes up the torch of wisdom like prometheus and steals fire from the forces on high that would convince us to be small easily controlled things, there are is a legion of slack jawed imbeciles out there who do not need a shepherd but a revolutionary.
I remember a conversation I had a few years ago...
I was talking with someone about the beginning of the universe, and the eventual end, from a scientific standpoint. He was telling me a theory of the end for the "big crunch", essentially the opposite of the big bang, where gravity will pull all things back together again, which would then cause another big bang, thus continuing the cycle. I explained to him that such a happening just isn't possible, since gravity gets WEAKER the further away you get. Eventually, entropy will wither away the stars, and the universe will grow dark and cold, before matter finally begins breaking down to its constituent energies. Eventually, there won't be anything left but a background hum of radiation, and that's it.
He thought about this for a bit, and got this really sad look... he said "But that means that existence will end, and that's it!" To that, I responded with a shrug and a nod. "Yeah, pretty much." "But... that's so sad! How can you be such a happy person, with such dark and fatalistic thoughts?"
"Because, quite simply... I don't care."
I was talking with someone about the beginning of the universe, and the eventual end, from a scientific standpoint. He was telling me a theory of the end for the "big crunch", essentially the opposite of the big bang, where gravity will pull all things back together again, which would then cause another big bang, thus continuing the cycle. I explained to him that such a happening just isn't possible, since gravity gets WEAKER the further away you get. Eventually, entropy will wither away the stars, and the universe will grow dark and cold, before matter finally begins breaking down to its constituent energies. Eventually, there won't be anything left but a background hum of radiation, and that's it.
He thought about this for a bit, and got this really sad look... he said "But that means that existence will end, and that's it!" To that, I responded with a shrug and a nod. "Yeah, pretty much." "But... that's so sad! How can you be such a happy person, with such dark and fatalistic thoughts?"
"Because, quite simply... I don't care."
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