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    dots Submission Name: Further with the Hmmmmmmdots
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    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 359
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       Thanks to all for my last comments, it enabled me to go further here...just go and go and go and maybe between us all this will be significant.


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    dotsFurther with the Hmmmmmmdots
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    Hmmmmm
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    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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      "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 [censored] 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..."
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    the age of the universe is between 11.2 billion and 20 billion years. probably we aren't cells in a test tube..the earth is pretty big and all..so is like jupiter..probably you do just exist in my mind. that seems like a good origin for you.



    "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."
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    Actually the fact is that you cannot prove to me that you can think. Everything you say is a response created by my mind. It doesn't matter at all if you think you exist, what matters is that my brain 'knows' you exists. Meaning that it has created you subconsciously and my outer shell mind has accepted you as real. don't worry about your existence, ive got it covered man.



    "Do animals feel guilt?"
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    Have you not ever seen an animal slinking around because it knows that it is in trouble for something it did?
    | Posted on 2007-05-24 00:00:00 | by Derrick Thomas | [ Reply to This ]
      all things have a purpose, even down to the last pork chop on a stick, and so why should anything, man or beast, feel guilt for doing the thing that they are meant to do?

    argue if you must that they might not be meant to do something and should then feel guilt, but how can we possibly know that they are or arent supposed to do that if, as you say, we are too little to hear the answer.

    but i dont think we are too little...i think we fear the answer, fear the absolute knowledge that something out there is more intelligent and powerful than we are...oh sure we like knowing that we have a deity to take care of us when times are bad or after we die, but none of us truly KNOW, and most newer and western, and the muslims and jews, say that animals , being beneath us cannot go to heaven with us, dont have souls, and so we still think we are superior.

    perhaps we are too little to hear the purpose, but not becuase of our significance, but instead because of our arrogance and ego about that significance...

    you must first give yourself over completely, before you can trust completely and have total and infallable faith.

    xoxo
    | Posted on 2007-05-07 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ]


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