Oh dear, xirtam, what should I say:
Moonbeam: The path that leads into being ends when 'I am" Being is being, everything without division A path cannot be the source of being, and hence cannot "lead into being." (Who said anything about the path being the source of being. The path is an illusion. The walking of the path is the penetration of that illusion. When the nature of the path is 'seen' (there is no seer), the path ends because it was never there. There was no path only illusion.)
Were that the case, a path would be a method of reproduction, or at the minimal, production. (Why? The path is like a slug trail across a desert. At the end there is nothing but an empty husk, a nothingness, an attar of roses.)
Rather, the existence of a path is inconsequential if no rational beings are able to seek self-actualization upon the path. This is the path of surrender that leads to being, not being itself More so the path that leads to a new state of being, for one cannot begin upon a path without being in some form. Rational agents must be in act in order to follow upon a path. (The eye cannot see itself and the self cannot kill itself. He who sets out on a path is not he who arrives. (Is not that gift or mystery, perhaps the agency of another who is?)
To fall in love with the path is not to arrive It is to at least arrive to the start of the path. Whether or not one begins upon the path is a separate choice. It is discontent that surrender conquers Surrender does conquer discontentment, but at cost. For other emotions are at play with any act of surrender. One may become nonchalant, callused, or fall victim to an unhealthy low self-esteem. (The point was that illusion breeds (is) discontent because it is separation, separation from the bliss of being, the illusion of duality, that there is a me and other. It is the discontent that fuels a search for self, the hunger for unity. But that is the Uroborous, the snake that consumes it's own tail, a fragment that seeks the whole. The fragment is a commanding self that demands the truth, an eye that seeks to see itself. Here seeing is surrender, the release of command, the realization of utter hopelessness. The mind is a rat that must die but not by its own hand. It can but take itself to the end of it's rope.)
There is no goal, no orientation and no path. There is only being These things are displayed as attributes of being. They are present only as contingent qualities of being, and not as predisposed actualities. For of what importance is a goal once completed? It is but a moment in the past, a milestone, a place where one says, "There I was," yet the path continues on. (Yes, except when the goal has turned to being) The path may not turn to being, although it might provoke questions that challenge the core of being. For if the purpose of the path is to establish being in act from potential contingent causes, it fails as the path, because the path is determined with not just the presence of being, but the development thereof. Being is filled with being and nothing else but being. Being is the end of time What is the path that leads to where you have always been? Being is filled with essence. For it is one thing to say that a thing exists, it is quite another to say that it exists as something , as if, by a priori knowledge, one might establish that there is more than one kind of being, say contingent versus necessary. As far as "Being" being the end of time, the statement requires the generation of an establishment of time, which is nothing more than an observation of the potential contingencies assigned to "Being" in act. For being is not the end of time, per se. Rather, the presence of being itself establishes cognizance of a sequence of activities, a chronological set of events, as it were, that defines "time." Furthermore, it is true that perhaps the path leads one to where he was before. But this should not be perceived as a disappointment, for what is a racetrack except a path that ends where it starts? Ultimately, it is not as much the path itself which defines being, or the individual path, but rather, it is the method in which rational agents develop along the path that defines how their being, both collectively and individually, is shaped. So in essence, it's a path circumscribed inside the path, which might be misconstrued as an integral part of the path, but rather is individually developed by each rational agent along the path as his own personal "path toward the path." These individual branches might take one or many forms, and perhaps in summation accounts for more significance than the path itself. (With the introduction of contingent and necessary I leave you with this poem.
The centipede was happy quite until the toad in fun
Said, 'Pray, which leg goes after which?
This worked his mind to such a pitch,
He lay distracted in a ditch,
Considering how to run.
Moonbeam: The path that leads into being ends when 'I am" Being is being, everything without division A path cannot be the source of being, and hence cannot "lead into being." (Who said anything about the path being the source of being. The path is an illusion. The walking of the path is the penetration of that illusion. When the nature of the path is 'seen' (there is no seer), the path ends because it was never there. There was no path only illusion.)
Were that the case, a path would be a method of reproduction, or at the minimal, production. (Why? The path is like a slug trail across a desert. At the end there is nothing but an empty husk, a nothingness, an attar of roses.)
Rather, the existence of a path is inconsequential if no rational beings are able to seek self-actualization upon the path. This is the path of surrender that leads to being, not being itself More so the path that leads to a new state of being, for one cannot begin upon a path without being in some form. Rational agents must be in act in order to follow upon a path. (The eye cannot see itself and the self cannot kill itself. He who sets out on a path is not he who arrives. (Is not that gift or mystery, perhaps the agency of another who is?)
To fall in love with the path is not to arrive It is to at least arrive to the start of the path. Whether or not one begins upon the path is a separate choice. It is discontent that surrender conquers Surrender does conquer discontentment, but at cost. For other emotions are at play with any act of surrender. One may become nonchalant, callused, or fall victim to an unhealthy low self-esteem. (The point was that illusion breeds (is) discontent because it is separation, separation from the bliss of being, the illusion of duality, that there is a me and other. It is the discontent that fuels a search for self, the hunger for unity. But that is the Uroborous, the snake that consumes it's own tail, a fragment that seeks the whole. The fragment is a commanding self that demands the truth, an eye that seeks to see itself. Here seeing is surrender, the release of command, the realization of utter hopelessness. The mind is a rat that must die but not by its own hand. It can but take itself to the end of it's rope.)
There is no goal, no orientation and no path. There is only being These things are displayed as attributes of being. They are present only as contingent qualities of being, and not as predisposed actualities. For of what importance is a goal once completed? It is but a moment in the past, a milestone, a place where one says, "There I was," yet the path continues on. (Yes, except when the goal has turned to being) The path may not turn to being, although it might provoke questions that challenge the core of being. For if the purpose of the path is to establish being in act from potential contingent causes, it fails as the path, because the path is determined with not just the presence of being, but the development thereof. Being is filled with being and nothing else but being. Being is the end of time What is the path that leads to where you have always been? Being is filled with essence. For it is one thing to say that a thing exists, it is quite another to say that it exists as something , as if, by a priori knowledge, one might establish that there is more than one kind of being, say contingent versus necessary. As far as "Being" being the end of time, the statement requires the generation of an establishment of time, which is nothing more than an observation of the potential contingencies assigned to "Being" in act. For being is not the end of time, per se. Rather, the presence of being itself establishes cognizance of a sequence of activities, a chronological set of events, as it were, that defines "time." Furthermore, it is true that perhaps the path leads one to where he was before. But this should not be perceived as a disappointment, for what is a racetrack except a path that ends where it starts? Ultimately, it is not as much the path itself which defines being, or the individual path, but rather, it is the method in which rational agents develop along the path that defines how their being, both collectively and individually, is shaped. So in essence, it's a path circumscribed inside the path, which might be misconstrued as an integral part of the path, but rather is individually developed by each rational agent along the path as his own personal "path toward the path." These individual branches might take one or many forms, and perhaps in summation accounts for more significance than the path itself. (With the introduction of contingent and necessary I leave you with this poem.
The centipede was happy quite until the toad in fun
Said, 'Pray, which leg goes after which?
This worked his mind to such a pitch,
He lay distracted in a ditch,
Considering how to run.
And how can walking upon an illusion penetrate it, unless so doing would shatter it's reality from a single perspective lens? Yet I digress... all illusions have a source at some focal point. What is the focal point for this path which diverges to the infinite horizon? And if this path, once penetrated, falls, fails, and collapses under its own cognizance, how can it be the path, unless we truly live pathless lives and acknowledge that all paths are mere projections of an internal desire uncharacteristically manifested in the intangible depths?
Perhaps you have not yet begun upon the path.
He who arrives at the end must have at one point set out, unless predetermined by rational metaregeneration or transgeneration of soul. Is bliss inherent in being? I think not. Any state of being allows for an incredibly diverse range, and even in the interests of pursuing that which is false do we discover more of our identity. The path, if anything, is the product of discontentment, rather than the predecessor. For if such path is illusory, then it will only be created by an observer, the observer will only create it by viewing from the "proper" angle, and there is no need to view from this angle if not from a lens of curiosity or discontentment, which are not so dissimilar. The path falls wayside to surrender, in this case, and not the other way around. One cannot surrender to the path, because if one does so, the path fails, disappears as viewing angle is changed and the illusion is shattered.
Then giving way to nature at the end of day's sunset
The centipede's mind reached the end of rope
The churning stopped, surrendering all hope
Until the brain and body recanted their elope
And centipede trudged from there, in that cruel toad's debt.
Originally posted by: Jzero
Hey, would you guys mind starting a private forum on this?
Believe it or not, everything I posted was directly related to not having sex for awhile.
Believe it or not, everything I posted was directly related to not having sex for awhile.
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Sort of figured that was your motive.
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Sort of figured that was your motive.
Originally posted by: Moonbeam
Believe it or not, everything I posted was directly related to not having sex for awhile.
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Sort of figured that was your motive.
Well, of course. Wasn't yours? What do you think all that path business was?
Uh huh. Path. Observation points. Extending toward horizon. Tell me that has no sexual connotations.
Well, of course. Wasn't yours?
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Good heavens no. I had no intention to screw you. Quite the contrary.
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Good heavens no. I had no intention to screw you. Quite the contrary.
You can have sex with things other than vaginas!
And it sounds like she's the typical neurotic/psycho girl with low self esteem. Way too many of them unfortunately. The idea is to find a girl that is totally confident and independant yet is not "above" you. Quite a difficult thing, considering most girls with lots of confidence tend to be stuck up or just stupid (or both).
Almost makes you wanna be asexual... almost
And it sounds like she's the typical neurotic/psycho girl with low self esteem. Way too many of them unfortunately. The idea is to find a girl that is totally confident and independant yet is not "above" you. Quite a difficult thing, considering most girls with lots of confidence tend to be stuck up or just stupid (or both).
Almost makes you wanna be asexual... almost
Originally posted by: MercenaryForHire
WTF? This guy's how old, and you're advocating neutering him?
Screw that!
- M4H
lol... ya get a vasectomy - you wont have to worry about using any type a contraceptive ever again!!!!
plus if you are really itchin' to have kids later on, there is a slight chance that it is reversable...
http://www.malereproduction.com/08_vasectomyrev.html
j/k :beer:
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