Things you ponder

[Sgt. Crackpot]

Dark matter matters apparently.

Dark matter is all that matters. Without it, we wouldn't exist. But it will also eventually destroy everything in existence and reality itself. Fitting, really.

[Chris_H_2]

Sarge is right

[BurtReynolds]

Who the hell decided that the opposite of "raise" should be "raze"?

[doug rr]

where the hell is chris h2?

[wease]

Haven’t noticed verb lately. Did he get banned again?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Not that I’m aware of

[BurtReynolds]

Do you think a purely creative, non-reactive life is possible? Can one truly live like this?

[tree_]

I think that’s pretty much impossible. Unless you choose to like meditate in a cave your whole life

[BurtReynolds]

Not sure that's very creative. But then again it might be.

[tree_]

I mean to have any somewhat original thoughts in your head

[BurtReynolds]

Solitude is definitely necessary for that. It's when you try to come back to society and break them free, that's the hard part. To often we fall into reacting to their attacks, becoming another one of the resentful herd (like Jordan Peterson). And they'll crucify you if you're not careful! But still we must try.


"When Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at last his heart changed,—and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he went before the sun, and spake thus unto it:

Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for whom thou shinest!"

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

[tree_]

I didn't know the sun had emotions

[BurtReynolds]

There's a lot they didn't teach you in school.

[BurtReynolds]

How the fuck can our minds replicate reality in dreams to the amazing degree that they do? I can only conclude that Kant is right and that our reality is also constructed, or at least heavily conditioned, by our minds.

[bodysnatcher]

Burt’s eventual manifesto is gonna be a heck of a read

It will be a MadLibs. We’ll all make Burt into what we each want him to be.

[BurtReynolds]

Space and time aren't even "out there" in the world, bros. It's all in your head.

[BurtReynolds]

I just ate a fortune cookie with no fortune. I can't remember if that means I'm free to make my own future, or I have no future. It's definitely one of those.

[wease]

I just ate a fortune cookie with no fortune. I can't remember if that means I'm free to make my own future, or I have no future. It's definitely one of those.

Which would you rather it be?