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    dots Submission Name: Extention of HMMMMMMMmmmmmdots

    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 360
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 797
    Average Vote:    5.0000
    Bytes: 1989

       I plan to address this as I get comments, so in order to keep it going you have to have something relavent to say about the topic...I hope this works, but only will of you guys participate. I think it would be something we could all relate to.

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    dotsExtention of HMMMMMMMmmmmmdots


    A question for the teacher, a question I'm almost sure there is not answer to...you can't tell me. I was thinking about how fucking old this place is, teh world, the universe, all the little green men...and the more I think of this the more I worry that we are a bunch of tiny cells living in a test tube, and Jazmine is the eyelash of a giant conscious being. Or maybe I jsut exist in Derricks mind...

    If this were true, lets explore, implore, a whore, just go go now if you can. Okay now, we've restarted our enginese and we are off...

    I'm fighting for my own existence, I know this, I feel it. In everything. In my scorn for time. Like Sisyphus. There is that fucking rock...so I'm fighting, why not be in someone else's mind? It seems as logical, more real to me, than if I were fighting for my existence in a wide universe of questions. It's just too fucking old to guess? Ya dig?

    The fact is I have the power to question this, and that could mean that I am a conscious thinking being, or it could mean that I am trying to believe I have a purpose because I am fighting with myself over whethor or not I actually exist.

    And if I have the ability to rationalize, to ask these questions, the fact that the god damn flower knew without being told, to grow pollen for the bee, could all that mean that there is something significant. There has to be more than just me, more than just one man's mind, or merely is it just the mind is too great and ancient for me to grasp and therefor I lack understanding to realize they are one and the same. We ask why to the great brain, we are too small to recieve and anwer...but we do ask why, we are real, we have pain and nerves and we cry. Like nothing else on earth we have choice, we have emotion enought to feel things like guilt. Do animals feel guilt?

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      Interesting notions in that piece. The fact that you raise the great philosophical question is essential in understanding that each one of us does raise it someday, but few pursue it.

    There is something we discussed last week. And I pose the question to you, " Can you prove to me that you are not dreaming?" I think your piece treads a lot on these lines. The fact that we are a part of the being, I believe, makes it extremely difficult to see what's happening to us from the outside. An escape from these dimensions probably has the answers to these questions you raise.

    As for human emotions, yes, we do feel all those nervous impulses and whatever not. Animals? Well, do you know that I feel guilt? How do you know what you feel is guilt? Okay, might even be, for you, as a personal definition. How do you know that other humans feel the same emotion? I believe language restricts us to a large extent, which is ironic, as it is language that helps us approach the emotions we so deeply sense.

    tell me what you think.

    | Posted on 2007-05-04 00:00:00 | by mihir | [ Reply to This ]
      but if we are fighting for our existence in someone else's mind, then do you truly exist? or are you merely a hallucination....extended and well formed.

    every breath is a fight for existence. and what is the point of fighting for it in someone else's mind where the fight doesnt matter, where you dont really exist and therefore no matter how hard you fight you can disappear in just a second. if the world is ancient and there are all these questions to answer, all that knowledge to gain, then there is a purpose to this beyond mindless pleasure. we have a reason, and isnt having a purpose, a reason to exist more important that WHERE or HOW that particular existance is?

    | Posted on 2007-05-04 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ]
      What? I think you lost me somewhere. Care to send me a map?

    I think I maybe am supposed to participate in something, perhaps I missed my cue. Care to send me a map? I think you've lost me somewhere.
    | Posted on 2007-05-04 00:00:00 | by solararia | [ Reply to This ]

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