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I am 18 years and 8 months old. Mere detail, but for the Teran, this is a point in life I never expected to to reach. I thought it would all end by the time I was 9, but that’s something you don’t need to know about. As you grow older, the scope of time begins to lose it’s grandness. With every year added to your life, each year starts to feel less significant. After all, one year is a fifth of a five year old’s life, but it’s almost a nineteenth of mine. When I was a child, a 14 year old was pretty much an adult, most people my afe would describe that age group as annoying little brats. The world is relative, what it is is what you interpret. It is like art or literature, a detailed image where you pull out what you see, or rather, what you observe.
To some of us, the world is bland, but it would be so if you only see the immediate immage. As Sherlock Holmes said, “You see but you do not observe.” suppose one of my few talents is observation. Even as a small child, I always to the what, the how, and the why. From these I created my own world, my own reality. My interpretations created the world I call home, as your interpretations have created yours. We all inhabit the same Earth, you say. We’re warmed by the same sun, breathe the same air, but does that make our worlds the same? We have different eyes, ears, and taste buds. We have different brains. Even without thinking, you interpret the world differently. Some people like Pepsi, some like Coke (I prefer Dr Pepper), some are nauseated by even the smell of tobacco smoke, some people can’t function properly without it. Pepsi is always Pepsi, and Coke is always Coke. In one person’s world, Pepsi is some God awful ****, in another’s, it’s the ****. It’s because their worlds are different realities, their Pepsis different. Even if everything else were in common, that one difference differentiates their worlds. For this reason, I’m never too judgmental about beliefs or senses of morality. If it’s your world, you set the rules, what’s right or wrong is your decision. Or you could be a somewhat of a maverick, and say right or wrong don’t exist at all. For now, I’m going to talk about my world. What do I see? What do I feel? Congratulations, you’ve made it this far. You’re wither a good friend of mine or just insane (or both). I’ve written a blog’s worth of aimless babble and you still want more. I’m definitely impressed with your ability to withstand this.
My world is a rich and vibrant place. It does not need a purpose, it’s more fascinating without one. it’s there, and it has more detail and mystery than can be appreciated in a hundred lifetimes. The world is littered with pieces of art, nature really is the greatest artist. Picasso and Da Vinci may have been masters, but can they create the Grand Canyon or Niagara Falls? Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa, but nature create her. Then again, that was Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, she was unique to his world. Perhaps that painting is a portal to his world. As you can see, my mind jumps all over the place on silly tangents, asking unnecessary questions. This is me all throughout the day. Now I guess you realise why I’m so weird.
So what are people like in my world? To me, the human being is an example of perfect design, or almost perfect. Physiologically alone, that would be hard to say. We’re not particularly strong, we’re definitely not that fast. Our infants are gelpless and pathetic for a very long time. So why are we so incredible? It’s not our brains alone that got us where we are. There is something subtle which most people never think of. The thumb. Other apes lack this digit, and this digit gives us so much power to achieve. It’s simple, we have an amazing grip on objects. We can gold them firmly in our hands and use them in a controlled fashion, something other apes or animals can’t do, even if one of them were to gain our intelligence. We can spark a flint with perfection, fire arrows from a bow, build houses, sew clothes, build ships and submarines to conquer the sea etc. The list goes on. We have an amazing scope to achieve with our brilliant minds, yet humans, due to this power to imagine and innovate, carry a basic stupidity.
For those who live in God’s world, morality is real and it makes sense that they would believe in it. For those who live in the godless world, who believe it was all chance and the big bang, what place does morality have? I’m a Deist, I believe in a universe (or universes) set in motion by something, but a world that just moves like a simulation, like clockwork. Even if it had a purpose, it’s not something we should be concerned about. So tell me, if you have no god(s), why is killing, for example, wrong? Sure, thou shalt not kill, but that commandment is just as much baloney as the rest of the Bible to you, right? This idea of cruelty, for example, morality and its produced concepts are as real to me as Santa Claus. Sure it’s sweet and clever, bur it’s all man made. The world couldn’t care less about your diabetic relative or your grandparent dying of cancer. Nature’s pretty **** cruel doing things like that, wouldn’t you say? Why is it wrong to kill an animal for fur? Did your mother tell you it was? Don’t you disagree on a lot of issues with her? Why do you have to live in another person’s world? Like I said, their world is different. If morality were so real, it wouldn’t vary so much. If laws were so right, they also wouldn’t vary as much. They’re the riles of someone else’s world. However, when you live somewhere you should follow its jurisdiction for the reason that not doing so jeopardises your own standing. Think of state/national laws as natural laws applicable to that place, sort of like gravity or the speed of light. Somebody got to the position of setting the rules. Sure you may not agree, feel free to question. Still, you should just do as you’re told. After all, what difference does your opinion make? Governments have a true power, the power to extend their realities. Unlike natural laws though, their reach is not endless, and they are subject to change.
I don’t trust people. People are cunning, and selfish, You can’t give an inch or they’ll chew you up and spit you back out. Were they so true to their principles and tired sayings, I wouldn’t have been betrayed and treated in ways deemed cruel. Now that I see these things for the farces they are, I carve my own path alone. I don’t need help, I don’t want help. I’m happy this way, my world is a beautiful place. I walk down the street every day and see trees, consistent, respiring, photosynthesising. Birch trees don’t call African Blackwood trees niggers, mice don’t hold mouse right demonstrations because Jerry got shipped to Guantanamo Bay. Other living creatures do what they need to do to live. They know their score and they live perfectly contently without turbulent histories caused by their own kind. They don’t need a purpose, they live like clockwork, why can’t we? Humans complicate their lives with unnecessary necessities. We do the strangest things such as commit suicide because we’re unhappy with the state of our lives compared to how we wanted them to be. We create complex parameters for contentment. If you wanted to kill yourself because you were going to die a long, agonising death, I can understand doing it, but a lot of the time I see people crumbling because they fail to differentiate desire from need. The human race is so pathetic, hypocritical, and full of delusions that I’ve long since given up on involving myself with it. They may be happy in theit worlds, but I’m not. I’d rather not have the two cross over. I’m like Pinocchio, I’ve told society’s strings to **** off.
The world I live in is perfect, as is everyone else’s. If you live by your rules, the world is pretty much heaven. What is it that makes us dislike so much in the world? I offer my explanation. Your world has its balance, and it gets ruined when it crosses paths with someone else’s. We can’t have two laws of gravity, just as we can’t have to personal laws applying to the same place. Differing ideals and interpretations clash and ruin the equilibrium. Why is it that they say you need a lot in common with your spouse/partner? It’s because instead of worlds colliding, you get two worlds merging, merging to make a whole new world (I love Aladdin). I have lived a decent number of years. I have created my world and live comfortably in it. I’m a detached person because I do not want my unique world to collide with others’. Perhaps I can merge my world with a few, and truly make a new world of harmony with someone special, but we’ll see how that goes. As for you, remember that whatever I state applies to my world alone, my bubble of reality. Your world is just as beautiful and perfect as mine. You are right as I am right. Unless we collide, our worlds cannot harm each others’. After all, when we’re apart, our equilibria are maintained. Enjoy your world, be proud of it as it is your creation. Never be afraid to defend its honour and beauty, don’t be affected by the worlds of others. Just as much as you preserve the integrity of your world, respect the integrity of the worlds of others. With this you may find your world to be a much more pleasant place to inhabit, when you honour it and don’t bring it into conflict with another. My world is amazing, so is yours, just keep it the hell away from mine if it’s too different. Don’t worry, here’s always another world to interact with in harmony.
I am 18 years and 8 months old. Mere detail, but for the Teran, this is a point in life I never expected to to reach. I thought it would all end by the time I was 9, but that’s something you don’t need to know about. As you grow older, the scope of time begins to lose it’s grandness. With every year added to your life, each year starts to feel less significant. After all, one year is a fifth of a five year old’s life, but it’s almost a nineteenth of mine. When I was a child, a 14 year old was pretty much an adult, most people my afe would describe that age group as annoying little brats. The world is relative, what it is is what you interpret. It is like art or literature, a detailed image where you pull out what you see, or rather, what you observe.
To some of us, the world is bland, but it would be so if you only see the immediate immage. As Sherlock Holmes said, “You see but you do not observe.” suppose one of my few talents is observation. Even as a small child, I always to the what, the how, and the why. From these I created my own world, my own reality. My interpretations created the world I call home, as your interpretations have created yours. We all inhabit the same Earth, you say. We’re warmed by the same sun, breathe the same air, but does that make our worlds the same? We have different eyes, ears, and taste buds. We have different brains. Even without thinking, you interpret the world differently. Some people like Pepsi, some like Coke (I prefer Dr Pepper), some are nauseated by even the smell of tobacco smoke, some people can’t function properly without it. Pepsi is always Pepsi, and Coke is always Coke. In one person’s world, Pepsi is some God awful ****, in another’s, it’s the ****. It’s because their worlds are different realities, their Pepsis different. Even if everything else were in common, that one difference differentiates their worlds. For this reason, I’m never too judgmental about beliefs or senses of morality. If it’s your world, you set the rules, what’s right or wrong is your decision. Or you could be a somewhat of a maverick, and say right or wrong don’t exist at all. For now, I’m going to talk about my world. What do I see? What do I feel? Congratulations, you’ve made it this far. You’re wither a good friend of mine or just insane (or both). I’ve written a blog’s worth of aimless babble and you still want more. I’m definitely impressed with your ability to withstand this.
My world is a rich and vibrant place. It does not need a purpose, it’s more fascinating without one. it’s there, and it has more detail and mystery than can be appreciated in a hundred lifetimes. The world is littered with pieces of art, nature really is the greatest artist. Picasso and Da Vinci may have been masters, but can they create the Grand Canyon or Niagara Falls? Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa, but nature create her. Then again, that was Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, she was unique to his world. Perhaps that painting is a portal to his world. As you can see, my mind jumps all over the place on silly tangents, asking unnecessary questions. This is me all throughout the day. Now I guess you realise why I’m so weird.
So what are people like in my world? To me, the human being is an example of perfect design, or almost perfect. Physiologically alone, that would be hard to say. We’re not particularly strong, we’re definitely not that fast. Our infants are gelpless and pathetic for a very long time. So why are we so incredible? It’s not our brains alone that got us where we are. There is something subtle which most people never think of. The thumb. Other apes lack this digit, and this digit gives us so much power to achieve. It’s simple, we have an amazing grip on objects. We can gold them firmly in our hands and use them in a controlled fashion, something other apes or animals can’t do, even if one of them were to gain our intelligence. We can spark a flint with perfection, fire arrows from a bow, build houses, sew clothes, build ships and submarines to conquer the sea etc. The list goes on. We have an amazing scope to achieve with our brilliant minds, yet humans, due to this power to imagine and innovate, carry a basic stupidity.
For those who live in God’s world, morality is real and it makes sense that they would believe in it. For those who live in the godless world, who believe it was all chance and the big bang, what place does morality have? I’m a Deist, I believe in a universe (or universes) set in motion by something, but a world that just moves like a simulation, like clockwork. Even if it had a purpose, it’s not something we should be concerned about. So tell me, if you have no god(s), why is killing, for example, wrong? Sure, thou shalt not kill, but that commandment is just as much baloney as the rest of the Bible to you, right? This idea of cruelty, for example, morality and its produced concepts are as real to me as Santa Claus. Sure it’s sweet and clever, bur it’s all man made. The world couldn’t care less about your diabetic relative or your grandparent dying of cancer. Nature’s pretty **** cruel doing things like that, wouldn’t you say? Why is it wrong to kill an animal for fur? Did your mother tell you it was? Don’t you disagree on a lot of issues with her? Why do you have to live in another person’s world? Like I said, their world is different. If morality were so real, it wouldn’t vary so much. If laws were so right, they also wouldn’t vary as much. They’re the riles of someone else’s world. However, when you live somewhere you should follow its jurisdiction for the reason that not doing so jeopardises your own standing. Think of state/national laws as natural laws applicable to that place, sort of like gravity or the speed of light. Somebody got to the position of setting the rules. Sure you may not agree, feel free to question. Still, you should just do as you’re told. After all, what difference does your opinion make? Governments have a true power, the power to extend their realities. Unlike natural laws though, their reach is not endless, and they are subject to change.
I don’t trust people. People are cunning, and selfish, You can’t give an inch or they’ll chew you up and spit you back out. Were they so true to their principles and tired sayings, I wouldn’t have been betrayed and treated in ways deemed cruel. Now that I see these things for the farces they are, I carve my own path alone. I don’t need help, I don’t want help. I’m happy this way, my world is a beautiful place. I walk down the street every day and see trees, consistent, respiring, photosynthesising. Birch trees don’t call African Blackwood trees niggers, mice don’t hold mouse right demonstrations because Jerry got shipped to Guantanamo Bay. Other living creatures do what they need to do to live. They know their score and they live perfectly contently without turbulent histories caused by their own kind. They don’t need a purpose, they live like clockwork, why can’t we? Humans complicate their lives with unnecessary necessities. We do the strangest things such as commit suicide because we’re unhappy with the state of our lives compared to how we wanted them to be. We create complex parameters for contentment. If you wanted to kill yourself because you were going to die a long, agonising death, I can understand doing it, but a lot of the time I see people crumbling because they fail to differentiate desire from need. The human race is so pathetic, hypocritical, and full of delusions that I’ve long since given up on involving myself with it. They may be happy in theit worlds, but I’m not. I’d rather not have the two cross over. I’m like Pinocchio, I’ve told society’s strings to **** off.
The world I live in is perfect, as is everyone else’s. If you live by your rules, the world is pretty much heaven. What is it that makes us dislike so much in the world? I offer my explanation. Your world has its balance, and it gets ruined when it crosses paths with someone else’s. We can’t have two laws of gravity, just as we can’t have to personal laws applying to the same place. Differing ideals and interpretations clash and ruin the equilibrium. Why is it that they say you need a lot in common with your spouse/partner? It’s because instead of worlds colliding, you get two worlds merging, merging to make a whole new world (I love Aladdin). I have lived a decent number of years. I have created my world and live comfortably in it. I’m a detached person because I do not want my unique world to collide with others’. Perhaps I can merge my world with a few, and truly make a new world of harmony with someone special, but we’ll see how that goes. As for you, remember that whatever I state applies to my world alone, my bubble of reality. Your world is just as beautiful and perfect as mine. You are right as I am right. Unless we collide, our worlds cannot harm each others’. After all, when we’re apart, our equilibria are maintained. Enjoy your world, be proud of it as it is your creation. Never be afraid to defend its honour and beauty, don’t be affected by the worlds of others. Just as much as you preserve the integrity of your world, respect the integrity of the worlds of others. With this you may find your world to be a much more pleasant place to inhabit, when you honour it and don’t bring it into conflict with another. My world is amazing, so is yours, just keep it the hell away from mine if it’s too different. Don’t worry, here’s always another world to interact with in harmony.
