Do you ever get lost in your own mind?

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CrazyHelloDeli

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It seems ignorance is indeed, on some level, blissful. I picture ignorance as being in a small room with a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. When I switch the light off at night, it is easy to locate the switch again when I arise, by slowly feeling my way around the walls till I feel the switch.

Now, enter knowledge. Frantically I recieve, organize, and store the torrent of exciting and enlightening information. My small room, which has been more than adequate for my needs hitherto, no longer has the space to contain the torrent. As a result, the room begins to expand, imperceptibly at first. Wholly engaged and distracted is my faculty in the perusal of physics, biology, psychology, and philosophy. Woe am I who paused to look up from his volumes of lore! Behold! I see not the quaint and adequate room from whence I started, for the floor has fallen out from beneath me! The walls which encased and protected me from the elements, now fly apart North, West, East, South! The ceiling, from which my light was attached doth follow the others along the z-axis! Equidistant they all remain, exponentially increasing in speed in their respective directions until...Until....UNTIL! I see them no more!

Lost now, I find myself in a black void. Lacking illumination and ground for which to place my feet, I fall. Or do I? No frame of reference can be seen with which I could place myself relative to some distant object. And so, I have now come full circle and returned to the start, ignorant of my place and motion, beginning and end. Yet, it does not resemble in the least the starting line. Then I realize the only knowledge I have gained is the awareness of my own ignorance. A pity indeed.
 
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Goosemaster

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to an extent, we all must achieve some level of ignorance to live normally in society.

Otherwise the most minute thing would grab hold of us and we would die in the presence of its complexity, it's sheer beauty, captivated by it's brilliance.


Acemcmac seemed to have let himself get captivated by this brilliance on his last day.

How ironic, that we, able bodied people, have the ability to do such a thing on a whim and yet choose not to, and end up living in the shadows of greater men who take the time to see what we, ourselves, have thrust aside in our own quest for 'greatness'.


The sun, as with every flower, as with every star, as with every grain of sand, if looked at in earnest, are marvelous things to behold.
 
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Goosemaster

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The beauty of the mind is that it is a place without restrictions. Only other the watchful or incompetent eye of the host, can it become a prison.


 
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Goosemaster

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what is one to do to come to terms with ones ignorance?


we are but specs of cosmic dust in a sea of stars that is in a sea of galaxies.
should we preoccupy ourselves with the existence of all or shall we come to terms with our size and fight in earnest to become the brightest spec of cosmic dust in the sky....

the key is how you address your ignorance.

we all must do it, and what we do with it defines us for eternity.
 
SmoochyTX

SmoochyTX

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Originally posted by: Goosemaster
To an extent, we all must achieve some level of ignorance to live in society,

Otherwise the most minute thing would grab hold of us and we would die in the presence of its complexity, it's sheer beauty, captivated by it's brilliance.



As far-reaching or as morbid as they may seem, acemcmac seemed to have let himself get captivated by this brilliance on his last day.

How ironic, that we, able people, have the ability to do such a thing on a whim and yet choose not to, and end up living in the shadows of greater men who take the time to see what we, ourselves, have thrust aside in our own quest for 'greatness'.


The sun, as with every flower, as with every star, as with every grain of sand, if looked at in earnest, are marvelous things to behold.
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We must also have some kind of belief in a system. Belief in ourselves. Belief in fellow mankind in times of absolute disparity. That belief will falter some times but without that belief we are living without hope and without life itself.

To live life is to take a chance. Life is walking down the street. Life is running errands and paying bills. Life is enjoying time. Life is breathing and moving every day. Life is passing time.

Life is tolerable, pleasant, ecstatic, heart-wrenching. Your life will never be mine. My life will never be yours. Life will end.
 
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Goosemaster

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Originally posted by: SmoochyTX

We must also have some kind of belief in a system. Belief in ourselves. Belief in fellow mankind in times of absolute disparity. That belief will falter some times but without that belief we are living without hope and without life itself.

To live life is to take a chance. Life is walking down the street. Life is running errands and paying bills. Life is enjoying time. Life is breathing and moving every day. Life is passing time.
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which is what leaves so many of us paralyzed.

when a moment comes that uproots everything we hold dear, man gets lost, lost in his own meaning, looping in and endless analysis of the origins or their beliefs, the origins of their reason.


that catalyst, however, that brings back the sound of rain drops falling all around you, the smell of a buttercup, the smell of life, that makes things interesting.

it gives hope to the hopeless for irrational reasons. it empowers the weak and hopeless, tearing down walls in such an irrational manner that invincibility becomes real and death simply a possibility and not an expectation.

that catalyst is what allows a man to become great.

It is what allows them to stop thinking, and act, for once before their pathetic lives end.
It is what allows them to accept ignorance and yet denounce it with one foul swoop.
It is what allows them to realize and acknowledge their limit of time...


....but not of possibility.:)
 
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Canai

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To be the one to awaken from ignorance while the rest of the world yet slumbers would be a curse, rather than a blessing. Imagine being the only one to realize what you do and to watch the rest of the world fruitlessly go about their daily lives for naught but a dim sense of doing something.

Would you not rather be a happily slumbering sheep in the larger herd or be the one the shepherds are spending the whole of their waking lives attempting vainly to bring back into the fold of the herd? Would it not be more peaceful of a life living as if you actually meant something, could actually accomplish something, to be marked in history? How many, do you think, have felt the same only to fade back into the dark, to leave what they have made for themselves in a foolish attempt to create a lasting legacy?

Truly, the ability to remain ignorant in todays world of hate and fear would be a blessing I would give up my very soul for. I wish I could mindlessly follow what others said, become one of many, but I am cursed to see everything differently. I was always the outsider, always looking in, and the vanity that grips society has always escaped me. Why look like someone you would never meet, someone who viewed you as nothing more than a few extra dollars in an already overfilled account? Is the desire to be one of many so strong that common sense cannot even flit through the thoughts of those who vehemently seek to destroy those outside the norm?

Seeking to be another lost face in the herd will garner naught but a small grave among the ever increasing many littering the ground. The only way to leave anything other than some slips of paper your descendants fight viciously over is to wake from the ignorance of mind, the bliss of repetition, and the fear of change.
 
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Canai

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Yet once our eyes have opened, we keep remembering the times before we realized we were blindly following, and we keep finding it ever difficult to participate in a modern society where ignorance and blindness are assumed de facto by all around us. It just feels so strange trying not to stick out as something different when it seems to be one of the fondest wishes for many of the ignorant.

The truth is we live in society that punishes anything outside the norm. We sit in front of our tvs and computers and radios and use them to escape from reality, yet if we were to do any of the things that are portrayed as everyday life on said media, we would be shunned for our actions, persecuted perhaps, certainly sought by various 'law' enforcement.
 
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Goosemaster

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Originally posted by: Canai
Yet once our eyes have opened, we keep remembering the times before we realized we were blindly following, and we keep finding it ever difficult to participate in a modern society where ignorance and blindness are assumed de facto by all around us. It just feels so strange trying not to stick out as something different when it seems to be one of the fondest wishes for many of the ignorant.

The truth is we live in society that punishes anything outside the norm. We sit in front of our tvs and computers and radios and use them to escape from reality, yet if we were to do any of the things that are portrayed as everyday life on said media, we would be shunned for our actions, persecuted perhaps, certainly sought by various 'law' enforcement.
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quite true.....
 
SmoochyTX

SmoochyTX

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Originally posted by: Goosemaster
Originally posted by: SmoochyTX

We must also have some kind of belief in a system. Belief in ourselves. Belief in fellow mankind in times of absolute disparity. That belief will falter some times but without that belief we are living without hope and without life itself.

To live life is to take a chance. Life is walking down the street. Life is running errands and paying bills. Life is enjoying time. Life is breathing and moving every day. Life is passing time.
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which is what leaves so many of us paralyzed.

when a moment comes that uproots everything we hold dear, man gets lost, lost in his own meaning, looping in and endless analysis of the origins or their beliefs, the origins of their reason.


that catalyst, however, that brings back the sound of rain drops falling all around you, the smell of a buttercup, the smell of life, that makes things interesting.

it gives hope to the hopeless for irrational reasons. it empowers the weak and hopeless, tearing down walls in such an irrational manner that invincibility becomes real and death simply a possibility and not an expectation.

that catalyst is what allows a man to become great.

It is what allows them to stop thinking, and act, for once before their pathetic lives end.
It is what allows them to accept ignorance and yet denounce it with one foul swoop.
It is what allows them to realize and acknowledge their limit of time...


....but not of possibility.:)
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There is a scale within all of us and each side fights the other continuously. It sometimes, unfortunately, depends upon that one second, minute, hour, day, week, month, and/or year that just might decide our ultimate lives and the lives of others.

Hope is where you make it providing you give it enough time. Hope is sometimes presented at improbable times yet it is always there waiting. Hope is always there - for you, for me, for our fellow man.

Trust is there as well. Trust is what makes man.
 
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Goosemaster

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Apr 10, 2001
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Originally posted by: SmoochyTX
Originally posted by: Goosemaster
Originally posted by: SmoochyTX

We must also have some kind of belief in a system. Belief in ourselves. Belief in fellow mankind in times of absolute disparity. That belief will falter some times but without that belief we are living without hope and without life itself.

To live life is to take a chance. Life is walking down the street. Life is running errands and paying bills. Life is enjoying time. Life is breathing and moving every day. Life is passing time.
Click to expand...

which is what leaves so many of us paralyzed.

when a moment comes that uproots everything we hold dear, man gets lost, lost in his own meaning, looping in and endless analysis of the origins or their beliefs, the origins of their reason.


that catalyst, however, that brings back the sound of rain drops falling all around you, the smell of a buttercup, the smell of life, that makes things interesting.

it gives hope to the hopeless for irrational reasons. it empowers the weak and hopeless, tearing down walls in such an irrational manner that invincibility becomes real and death simply a possibility and not an expectation.

that catalyst is what allows a man to become great.

It is what allows them to stop thinking, and act, for once before their pathetic lives end.
It is what allows them to accept ignorance and yet denounce it with one foul swoop.
It is what allows them to realize and acknowledge their limit of time...


....but not of possibility.:)
Click to expand...
There is a scale within all of us and each side fights the other continuously. It sometimes, unfortunately, depends upon that one second, minute, hour, day, week, month, and/or year that just might decide our ultimate lives and the lives of others.

Hope is where you make it providing you give it enough time. Hope is sometimes presented at improbable times yet it is always there waiting. Hope is always there - for you, for me, for our fellow man.

Trust is there as well. Trust is what makes man.
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Trust is a shield however, a barrier against solitude, but what is one to do in the presence of no man? Are we to lose the hope we fought so hard to yield in the face of meaninglessness?

What truly makes a man, what makes him strong, what makes him invincible until death, what makes him cower at nothing and stand up to everything, what lets him cry without regret, what lets him laugh without guilt, what makes him row that extra mile, run that extra lap, kiss that extra minute, play that extra bar, sing that last chord, bake the extra pie, build that extra bridge, fasten that extra bolt....

...is our own sense of, and desire for, individuality.


We are strong, because we are not one. We are the one.
 
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