Sure I'll do that. I kind of only posted a little bit of what I initially wanted to post in the first post though. I.. don't believe in God. I capitalize that out of pure respect. I won't badger you with why directly, I'll just post what I wrote somewhere else. Anyhow, you might not read it, and it's all over the place, but it's nice to read, nice posts. Thankyou for that, I'm used to people being really.. offensive and defensive. Anyhow.
What is the point of anything? all for an emotional repsonce/feeling? Some sense of rejuvenation from going into the questions that have no answers? We excell in things I will have no basic knowledge of, which keeps me pre-occupied and interested in the direction of some other persons direction, which is leading to something materialisitc, so i can bypass time and avoid and forget and become what we have created instead of what we are. We expand, all in the name of our race, while ignorning life as a whole, as to benifit our life, but there is no difference except on an understanding level. We destroy, develop, protect, change, guide, mold, enjoy, learn, experience. For what purpose. We work in groups, expanding our ability to more quickly enchance and create. We produce substances to supress insanity, creating anchors of thoughts, where we turn too when we can't find the answer. We change drastically, all the while staying the same. We pervert idiology and go head first without a life moral code. We follow people. We create wonders beyond comprehension. We save those who cannot be saved. We enchance life, when we do not understand life. We create. We destroy. We are forced down a path. We have had our time chosen for us. We are required to be and do this. We are subjected to things and given a choice, where either alters our path of thinking. maybe not we, maybe this is just me, I like to think there is a we, but maybe not so much anymore. A pre-walked life is what is ahead, a waste of time. All the books in the world are full of the wrong answers, every mind creates it's own peace, away from the questions. Then we live away from our minds. Are we supposed to live both? Our life and our minds? The two are not exactly aligned, the more and more you focus on the mind the deeper you can go, but without basic knowledge of life you have nothing. Some know they understand life. Some know they control their lives. Some know they control lives. Some understand choice, as it relates to the peramiters of their basic principles of life.
Then what is thought and control? A experience interpreted and filtered through language to resembel an imitation of a previous lifeforms reaction and then digested, analized and broken into segments from which select pieces are taken and formed into a piece of thought which is the definition of thought? Is this why we look for examples and create the foundation of ourselves by waving through the harsness of others and finding the current repepitive responces, the rhythm of a select group of life beings. Understanding that, others do and do not matter, but still finding the way of flowing through interaction in order to create a positive responce, by understanding the other persons way of responce. twiddle dee . Is casual conversation part of the development of the mind so it can experience what it has never experienced before, and letting it flow once again through the rough waters of other beings? Being guided along, shown the path, the doors to open and the doors not to open. Shown justice and honor, respect and principle, endurence, different aspects by which others can show to the blind so they can percieve these three dimensional thoughts hidden from your sensor, and when shown shatter the very basis of your basic life thought. And from there your choice is given, to re-create or giveup. And once we have created ourselves, we ask questions about ourselves, our being, our existence. Some turn to the belief of something greater and superior to ourselves, but life shows that we are all equal, only with a different form of understand which creates advantages and disadvantages in comparison. And when we compare we create a line of origin and direction, which constrains us to everything else we are compared to. We are not all the same, but we are. We chose to show our differences in choice. Some have succeded in life, obtained power and influence through controlling the aspect of understanding and manipulating the wave of interaction between people(s). They 'help' people succeed, but they leave a mark on the individual, a branding, never letting the individual be an individual but a individual as part of a group. The more we help eachother, the further we go. The more we help eachother, the more we rely on eachother. The more we rely on eachother, the blinder our thoughts become. We don't trust our leaders, but they lead us. We know we can not do better, they have obtained some level of being in this life that we choose not to be, but know someone has to be it, or else we would not be able to go as fast as we are going today. This cumulative creating time we have, expanding the depths our minds and increasing the intake rate, fluidly making it appear ever more normal. Then you realize you need to step outside. Then you realize things are going to slow, not moving at all, and you have to fight to survive. You have all the help of the world at your finger tips, but you don't use it. You know you can't survive without the help, and it doesn't mean anything if you take it. Infact it's smart to take it, you've been told that. It's smart to work for money. It's smart to help society. and it is. And it isn't. And it is. You fuel it with your mind and most importantly your time. It protects you, embraces you, shows you things you could never see on your own, even though you might think so. You hate the people you see in the spot light, the ones who think they own the world, and don't have a care but to have fun. Enjoy the world is what they say. Live life, there isn't much more that you can do. You can follow the direction of some of your race, through the educational system, the most powerful system there is for the mind. It develops language past it's constraining defining forms of logic, and creates branches of never ending thought. But all you want is one thought of all thought. Or do you want something else. And when you get that something you want, you know there is something more past that. A never ending direction of desire and development. every thought is immature to the next thought, if thought it taken in purely for what it is and incorporated on a non repepitive rate. Or is that ****. Defination of thought is a personal nature, just to blind you to the inital question. Your question comes, you think, the question is the past, even though it is connected to the thought, it becomes lost. and i donno
I know I don't think in society anymore, and I have to start thinking back in it. If I do, and I have to to survive, I'll be killing something inside of me. Took me forever to get rid of the garbage, and now I have jump back into it. There is nothing I can directly see that shows promise. We are human. I don't know a percentage of how many people live close mindedly, but I know it's large. And I know there is a large percentage that live outside the range of my thinking and will forever have an advantage over me. There isn't really anything I can do to help this world or it's inhabitiants. The motiviation isn't there. Our race has a tendeny to lie, hate, kill, cheat, desire the wrong things, waste, .. power. And.. those people are too powerful, and people like me are ants to them and will get squashed. I don't have a desire to learn how to protect myself anymore. The motivation gets killed everyday. And then... that's a choice.. maybe that's growing up, giving up or surviving. Maybe growing up is a word that we like to use to cover a time when we kill ourselves partly. Maybe it just means compromising. Well, I donno. Compromising who I am seems wrong, and maybe that's part of growing up too. Giving up that perfect bubble of joyful terror. Realizing that all there really is is.. this plastic keyboard, this base form of objects we've created. Maybe that's why there are homeless drug addicts on the street. Maybe that's where I'm headed. I know there's nothing in that. Maybe there is some reward at the end of the tunnel for all the compromising I will have to do. I think, the only thing I know for sure is, that there are no rewards, no magical things that happen. If you take a step into a dark tunnel, you have to go all the way through it, and at the end, there is no bright light, just more tunnels of questions and forgotten promises. Walking down the paths that have already been walked by countless other people, lives wasted, time wasted. I wonder really what I want. I don't know anymore. Anything I want becomes a normality once it is obtained. So maybe want is wrong. Without it.. I think you can't survive unless you have some strengths already.
Maybe there are no answers in drugs at all. No truths, just stimulations that give us juice. Maybe the only way to survive is to forget. Hope that someone more intellegent than you will find the answers, and then you can take that answer and digest it yourself once again. Let it roll around, show you things, and create more questions. Maybe enjoying life is the best answer there is. There has to be answers in fun aswell. The simple joys you get from whatever it is people do. The ability to forget all the pain and failures of the world combined and enjoy the Now presence of joy. Maybe dedication for something is the answer, learning everything you can about something particular to you, so you can mold it around your questions in hope that it will inspire something in others and help them in their quest for answers.
Maybe I should join the army, get the **** kicked out of me and get my mind subjected to a concrete foundation of thought. Maybe I went too deep with drugs without actually understanding anything before hand. A fool going headfirst. Maybe it's time to take shrooms and know these questions before hand, and walk outside at night and lay in an open field and look out in space, away from all the electronics and things we've created. I wonder if I would actually go insane. I feel I could slip away into a thought of tranquility, and maybe never return to the thought wave of our race. The ever promising, loving, caring, developing way of our race. I really hope we get somewhere someday. I hope you all have something that binds you to life. I hope you all succeed and become more everyday. I also really hope you don't think I'm off my cracker.
