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For those who knew and loved WinAce

Discussion in 'Friendship Court' started by LibertyChic, Nov 4, 2005.

  1. MQTA

    MQTA Irregular Member Supporter

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    All the hell talk I see all over CF goes like this: if you're not Christian, you're GOING to hell, period. The ones who try to explain otherwise are called False Teachers who are misleading people. So which is it? Is Charlie V right, or are the countless others?

    It's all well and good to talk about it all the time, but I see those same people all sweet and prayerful about WinAce. It's very strange, but it stands out clearly.

    If I went through the threads he was in, I'm sure I could probably find some inferences about him going there because of his icon.

    So is someone going to say yeah, he's probabably already in hell, if they were all too eager to say so previously?
     
  2. Sundragon2012

    Sundragon2012 Seeking to know the Divine in all things

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    Hi Badfish. :wave:
     
  3. Badfish

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    I for one hope not, I actually had the pleasure of communicating with WinAce for a few years, he always made me laugh and made me think, no one can judge. Any Christian who says hes going anywhere, is just speculating, who cares what they say anyway.

    Anyways, what happened to him? Sorry if someone already said, I missed it.
     
  4. Badfish

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    You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to LibertyChic again.

    Yeah, LibertyChic Ive learned a lot over the years, the more I learn, the less I truly know. :p

    Dying sucks (I think), but none of us are making it out of here alive. *sigh
     
  5. MightyHalo

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    Hey Everyone,

    Unfortunetly, I never got to know Allan (aka WinAce)...

    I do want to say this, however, that my heart pours out for his family and friends.

    I have lived this last part through LibertyChic during the past several months and know this... If LibertyChic says someone is "scary-smart" and is "a wonderful person" ... then that person is more priceless than all the riches of the world and all that the stars in heaven have to offer.

    May God Bless Allan's family and friends and may God reunite them in the future.

    - Sir Mighty Halo
     
  6. LibertyChic

    LibertyChic Finally Free To Be Me

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    I was positively frantic, looking for this. Thankfully, someone saved it to their harddrive and Jess has given her permission to post it, even though Allan asked some not to, he asked me to do so about a year and a half ago. This was before it was general knowledge of his disease. He never withdrew his request to post this (to me personally), even though he knew as little as a month ago that I still intended to.

    ******************

    This post is intended to provide help, guidance and hopefully a bit of closure for individuals suffering from SWDS (Sudden WinAce Death Syndrome). Symptoms may include--but are not necessarily limited to--shock, loss of appetite, anxiety, anger, guilt, grief, crying, etc.

    And now, a few words from our sponsor:

    Hello, all. If you're reading this, you know that I, Allan L. Glenn, am no longer with you. Being a non-theist, and one painfully familiar with what happens to the mind when the brain is damaged/modified, I am 99.9% certain this is the end of the road. Once mine permanently reverts to grade-A maggot food, as it did by the time you're reading this, the person you knew is gone:

    "You will never see me again, Helena. Tell our children that I love them, and that their father died in defense of their future. Au revoir...."
    - Admiral DuGalle, StarCraft: Broodwar

    But while I feel quite sad as I write this, I am comforted by the fact that life in general goes on. Individuals come and go, but our legacy survives. This may consist of anything from the memories that friends and loved ones will cherish for ages, to our impact on the environment, and finally, and most importantly to me, the overall effect we've had on other people. It remains my sincere hope that I was, on the whole, a good friend to those I've enjoyed the honor of calling such. I won't make any excuses for those times when I was petty, or wronged someone; instead, I will only remain hopeful most weren't noticed and ask for forgiveness on the rest.

    With that out of the way, I have a confession to make. During life, I had reservations about sharing this knowledge online with everyone but my closest friends. And even among that cherished inner circle, I carefully picked a select few to entrust based on their maturity and (perceived) ability to cope with such revelations without excessive sadness. However, now that I'm dead, there remains no remotely plausible reason to keep it hidden any longer; and, at any rate, the uncertainty of "Where the hell did that guy I used to know... go?" would likely outweigh any benefits from keeping my fate a secret. Thus, I'm finally revealing it publicly. You may all gaze, wide-eyed, stutter for a moment, and then go on reading, while the fundamentalists among you are additionally welcome to throw out a "Haw haw!" or two ala Nelson Muntz from The Simpsons.

    The most probable reason I died was complications resulting from Cystic Fibrosis, an inherited disease affecting tens of thousands of (mainly young) people in Europe and the United States alone. It manifests primarily in the lungs and digestive system, producing emphysema-like symptoms and increasingly serious pulmonary infections. In addition, its side effects (and some medications used to treat it) stunt growth and are known to delay puberty. This may help explain my low height and why the pictures I shared were oddly young-looking. Further, more detailed information on this condition can be found at the
    Cystic Fibrosis Foundation website.

    The reason I remain ambiguous and write "most probable" is because I might
    have died in a freak parachuting accident, or been kidnapped by a hot female denizen of Toronto; other possibilities include murder by extraterrestrials, spontaneous human combustion, and losing Internet access for many months on end with no prior warning. However, since those range from the unlikely to the implausible, and I've always been a big fan of Occam's razor, you may safely assume I'm dead. (Although, wouldn't it be great if the second one happened, after all? I would have so much fun paraphrasing Mark Twain if and when I escaped--not that I'd want to...)

    While this revelation may be initially disheartening, it should also serve as a (further) reminder to strive and live to the fullest, most meaningful extent possible. From an early age, given life expectancies for those afflicted with CF, I had few illusions about living past 30, at best. It is (rather, was) my sincere hope that my friends will live happy, successful and long lives in my stead.

    My little blasphemous corner of the Internet, perhaps euphemistically titled the "Not-so-Wonderful World" of WinAce from now on, shall remain mirrored at
    http://www.winace.clickhalah.com and http://www.winace.andkon.com thanks to some mighty generous hosting offers from the webmasters of those respective sites. Anyone who wishes is welcome to set up additional mirrors, and I hereby give all documents/posts I've authored to the public domain.

    Speaking of which, before continuing, for my religious friends, I think it would help if I explained why I became an atheist. I'm not writing this to offend anyone or bring painful thoughts to the forefront, but hopefully to show that being an atheist isn't the epitomy of total corruption or Satin worshipping. (Although, out of all the fabrics available, I'd understand if you wanted to worship Satin specifically....)

    Whether for better or worse, I was a skeptical and somewhat cynical kid from the start. At age 4, I was virtually certain Santa Claus' exploits could best be accounted for by postulating trickery on the part of parents. I took little on authority, and tested almost every claim I encountered. I must have inherited the dreaded "skeptic gene"; it was only a matter of time.

    In addition, I became aware of my own mortality much earlier than others. The death of my older brother at 6 (from the same disease as I had) hit me quite hard with the realization there was something different about us. Henceforth, my condition forced me to ponder about the nebulous "afterlife" for many a lonely night. At first, with a child's innocence, I believed that all was well in the world, and while my parents weren't particularly religious, I was brought up in the Christian tradition. But there soon appeared chinks in the armor of dogma.

    At first, it started with the small stuff--I couldn't readily accept the idea that anyone could be tortured forever as some militant religious schools propose, and came up with a very universalistic view, partially inspired by Friday's religious musings in Robinson Crusoe (which I had read at 9). In my mind, all 'sinners' would eventually be welcomed back to heaven after realizing the error of their ways, even Satan and his fallen angels. Instead of focusing on vengeance or punishment, I wanted to take to heart the timeless words recorded in, of all places, the Bible:

    "If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge... but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

    Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

    Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away... And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
    - St. Paul, 1st Letter to the Corinthians 13:1-8,13 (NIV)

    Like most others with my condition, I could have remained with whatever religious views comforted me best. But other questions began accumulating at a rather pace, questions that I had trouble finding answers for that didn't somehow seem insincere... or forced.

    Why did people in Iran mostly adopt Islam, and people in India do the same with Hinduism? Were they correct, instead? (After some investigation, I decided the answer was most decidedly "No.") Could they really all be insincere? Or could it be that I was only Christian because of innate familiarity, just like they were with their respective religions? And just why were predominant spiritual traditions (of any region) so easily explainable by appeal to natural forces, like conquests and church-sponsored missionary campaigns? Without assuming a priori (that's 'beforehand', for those of you who were home-schooled by fundie parents) the veracity of any of the numerous religions inhabiting our world, I was left with little to fall back on except a generic agnostic theism. As you can guess, I was still a long way to go.

    Why did shocking miracles only occur in the distant past? Did God grow weary of the world... were we no longer worthy of a show of power to support our faith? Perhaps, God wasn't immortal at all, and had died sometime in the past--which would also help explain seemingly gratuitous suffering and other observations--? Perhaps our world was a neutral zone where the forces of good and evil had temporarily declared a ban on paranormal confrontations? Wouldn't it be the most ironic and cruel twist of fate if God were simply evil? Or, could it be that the gods never really did interact with people at all, but like modern urban legends, the old stories of their power were grossly exaggerated with the passage of time...?

    Why was the Bible, and most other scriptures I had read, filled with apparently vindictive, petty actions that were easily explainable as products of the dog-eat-dog societies they arose in? Why would Artemis demand Agamemnon to brutally sacrifice his own daughter, and why would God order natives of a land destroyed, complete with their children and even livestock? Was I just not getting the obvious, perfectly credible explanation that would have cleared everything up--or did the evidence suggest there was none? And why did these stories all seem so similar in credibility, if not exact details? Was there really more reason to believe they happened than medieval European folklore, for example?

    I was quite attracted to science. In addition to being utterly fascinating, I hoped it would help explain some of these questions. Surely, it would show that God must exist and perhaps confirm enough of the other material that it would be prudent to accept the rest. What I found, however, did not bode well for my beliefs. The world was a staggeringly bigger place, both in sheer size and age, than the Bible's genealogies from Adam and ancient cosmology (as state-of-the-art as it was in Babylonian times) suggested. The Noachic global deluge was unanimously rejected by Christian geologists as incompatible with evidence more than a century ago. And apparently, life was no longer as compelling an argument for a designer as it was in William Paley's time.

    The last especially intrigued me. These scientists were saying complexity could arise without design
    (!)
    , merely by virtue of simple patterns slowly culling order from chaos--evolution. I had a hard time believing it at first. So I began looking at the evidence, especially noting creationist "rebuttals."

    The data spoke for itself. In every area I looked into in depth, from fossils to genetics, the only reasonable conclusion, one that elegantly accounted for the data in many disparate fields using one coherent explanation, was devastatingly obvious. Opposition arguments were, at best, unparsimonious or speculative compared with the mainstream view, and at worst, with even a little study, easily exposed as outdated and often blatantly dishonest, ideologically motivated nonsense rather than a sincere attempt to find the truth.

    What was left? Hold out hope that the advance of science would be stemmed at some undetermined future point, reserving a privileged gap or two for the gods to hide in? Accept that life developed naturally, but nevertheless believe that God built the universe as some sort of humanity breeding ground? While others could no doubt live with these options, to me they seemed almost disingenuous, more an attempt to rationalize away damaging observations inside a particular worldview than adopting the one best supported by evidence in the first place. It seemed that the gods were nowhere to be found, and our ancestors were as wrong in postulating them to account for life as they were postulating them to explain thunderstorms or that blinding white ball in the sky. I officially became an agnostic.

    But it wasn't over just yet. I continued voraciously reading everything on related subjects I could get my hands on: Apologetics and counter-apologetics; the social, psychological and historical aspects of religion; science and its relation to vindicating (or rather, contradicting) assorted views on the origin of reality and the afterlife; the epistemology of skepticism towards other things, including alien visitations and cryptozoology (i.e., the Loch Ness monster); and so on. Eventually, after trying to deny it for a while, I could no longer, in good conscience, even give lip service to the concept of theism.

    Nowadays, I unambiguously believed, and was strongly confident that, the gods were made in our own image and nothing more. I'm proud to say I was an atheist in a (metaphorical) foxhole. And while lack of oxygen to the brain can impair good judgment, I nevertheless hope I remained true to my ideals to the bitter end. But even if, by some miracle (pun intended), I didn't, I have few regrets about my life as it stands. I particularly enjoyed debating, writing and satirizing, activities that required little physical stress but keen knowledge and a sharp wit.

    And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

    No "I died and all I got was this lousy coffin!" post would be complete without patronizing, condescending personalized messages which reveal the most embarrassing facts about you (required by law, don't blame me...), so prepare to sit back and blush, cuss or throw things at the monitor!

    Just kidding. While I'd want to individually mention all of you, that would simply make this post grotesquely oversized; in addition, I would inevitably miss someone, hurt their feelings and (not) live to regret it. Therefore, aside from acknowledging one very special person, I'm just going to toss out some generalities, and if you fit in one or more of the following groups, just imagine--as you read my words--that I'm there heckling at you as described.

    To Jessica: Parting with such sweet Sorrow... If only I could plant one last, passionate kiss on your neck right now. I'd add something else, but that might be too shocking for comfort, what with my current physical state and all. Not that disgust on the part of a lady has ever stopped me before, of course.

    As I write this, my sincerest hope is that you never have to read it, except perhaps as a joke when we're 60 and looking back at our lives... But unfortunately, if you are, it most likely means my lungs have failed us both. I'm so sorry. Sorry for everything. Selfishly, even with the knowledge that this revelation may bring you great sadness, I cannot bring myself to regret pursuing you both on and off-line. But I must acknowledge that, perhaps, it would have been best if you had never known me.

    Farewell, my love. If only I could hunt down the evil Thanatos for this, rip out his darkened heart with a rusty can opener and feed it to him, I would. I would be honored if you symbolically did the same, by living for both of us from now on. From what I knew, you certainly had a good start.

    "Can the lips sing of Love in the desert alone,
    Of kisses and smiles which they now must resign?
    Or dwell with delight on the hours that are flown?
    Ah, no! for those hours can no longer be mine...

    Farewell, my young Muse! since we now can ne'er meet;
    If our songs have been languid, they surely are few:
    Let us hope that the present at least will be sweet--
    The present--which seals our eternal Adieu."
    - Lord Byron, Farewell To The Muse

    To everyone I used to chat with or email: I won't miss you bums at all--since that would require the mind I used to have and the ability to think about you--but if I were still alive, I certainly would. You people were great. Again, I wish you all the best.

    To all my formidable debate opponents, past and present, on this and other forums: Thanks for helping me sharpen my critical thinking skills, wit and assorted views. You get brownie points if you were one of the supremely rare posters that ever won an argument against and forced moi to rethink his position.

    To all the people deconverted as a result of my writings: I accept your thanks if you're better off, and/or apologize if that little change in belief systems caused you grief.

    To my real-life friends who might happen to read this (all -5 of them): The world needs more people like you and less people like the Bush administration. Hence, go forth and multiply.

    To the religious people I knew as friends: I am sooo gonna be embarrassed, initially stunned but very happy nonetheless if we ever meet again, somehow. Should that happen, the drinks and dancing girls are on me. Not that it seems remotely likely.... Nevertheless, I sincerely thank you for reminding me that fundies are only an obnoxiously vocal minority of theists.

    To the fundamentalists whose crappy arguments I made fun of: Thanks for a great amount of free entertainment that easily rivaled, and in many cases surpassed, the best George Carlin rants.

    To those few people I trusted with this secret until my death: Thanks for everything, and I owe you one. Here's a signed debt slip for several million dollars US, not that it'll do you any good now! Hah, hah, hah.

    And for those who think I deserve to be tortured forevermore for sincerely held ideological views that differ from theirs: a hearty "**** You, it's your Hell, you burn in it" will suffice.

    In closing, I'd like to sign off with one of my all-time favorite poems, which you may very well consider my Internet epitaph:

    "When I am dead, my dearest,
    Sing no sad songs for me;
    Plant thou no roses at my head
    Nor shady cypress tree.
    Be the green grass above me
    With showers and dewdrops wet;
    And if thou wilt, remember
    And if thou wilt, forget.

    I shall not see the shadows,
    I shall not feel the rain;
    I shall not hear the nightingale
    Sing on, as if in pain.
    And dreaming through the twilight
    That doth not rise nor set
    Haply I may remember
    And haply may forget."
    - Christina Rossetti, Song

    Sincerely, wishing a Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night,

    Allan Lawrence Glenn,
    friend, loved one, webmaster of the "Wonderful" [yeah, right] World of WinAce, LordCo Centre product designer, superstition-basher/sarcastic jackass extraordinaire, henceforth dead guy.
     
  7. Stormy

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    Our hearts are sad :cry: But could you please continue to pray for Allen. Yes, I do believe in purgatory.. but not only because it is the Catholic thing to do. Allen still needs our prayers. :crossrc:

    (please if you disagree with me, just ignore me. Don't use this as a spring board for a theology debate.)

    Seebs made this post on the announcement site of CF when answering to the question of news about Allen. Am I reading it wrong or did Winace find God?

     
  8. LibertyChic

    LibertyChic Finally Free To Be Me

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    No, WinAce did not find God. To the best of my knowledge, he died an atheist.

    I also need to PM seebs as I'm not sure about his facts. I'm pretty sure Allan only had one brother (not one of 4) and while he and Jessica spoke of getting married very, very soon, I don't know if they actually did or not.
     
  9. Ophis

    Ophis I'm back!

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    Could this be a posthumous instance of Poe's Law? I think that would be excellent.
     
  10. Stormy

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    I don't know. We need seebs to clear it up. But either way .. Allen is still in my prayers today. :crossrc:
     
  11. sanaa

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    i never had the privilege to know him but ever since i joined cf ive heard members referring to him . he truly seemed like a special person . my heart goes out to his family and friends . i hope he and jessica are reunited in another life .
     
  12. Lanakila

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    Winace did not find God. He died an atheist, and he and Jessica never had a chance to get married. He had one brother that died. I am not sure about step siblings however, but he never mentioned any to me. In his epitath I was one of those he chatted with and emailed, and consider myself to have been a friend. I will sorely miss him and have been crying off and on.

    I know you Christians and religious folks mean well in your prayers, but can't help feeling he would be offended, or that Jessica would be by them. I am thinking that sincere words of concern are enough, and that your praying should be kept in your closet at this point.

    (this is not a debate point folks, but just speaking honestly about my atheist dead friend and his atheist gf)
     
  13. CaDan

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    I'll get hold of seebs after he gets up. He's mostly diurnal this week.
     
  14. Stormy

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    Lanakila: LOL It would be very hard to offend winace with my faith. That was not the way that I saw him, or want to remember him. I think he would find humor, and also give it back to us. He so often made me laugh. Even today, it is the smiles that I try hard to remember.

    (also no debate, just speaking honestly)
     
  15. Citizen of Earth

    Citizen of Earth The All-Seeing Eye

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    "What you are, I was. What I am, you will be."


    Goodbye WinAce. :(
     
  16. woobadooba

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    Even though he was an atheist, and I am a Christian, I am sad that this has happened.

    And after reading the posts of atheists and Christians alike, who have offered their condolences, and had expressed their pain for this loss of life, I am even more saddened.

    Why is it that death usually brings out the love that is in us?

    Why can't we speak of each other in this way, to look for the best in one another, not when it's too late, but while there is still life left in us to compliment through a profound love for all humankind, regardless of what one believes, or disbelieves?
     
  17. In A Perfect World

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    Because it's easy for people to say things to build their own ego when someone is still alive. But then once they die, they know they can't say anything controversial or people will blast them endlessly for it.
     
  18. kiwimac

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    Amen friend, amen~!
     
  19. Lanakila

    Lanakila Not responsible for the changes here.

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    We can and do in some places. I did with Winny before, and do with others of y'all too, and I understand what Stormy is saying as well. I just miss my friend and am a little sad at the moment. Forgive my attitude in my posts prior.
     
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