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Existence?

Posted 12 July 2002, 2.40 am by Villager

When I consider the existence of a God one of the most predominant things that I think about is the creation of both nature and human beings. The idea, in Christianity, that God made the world in seven days is a wee bit fanciful and my sceptical side is somewhat aggravated by stories of the bible. I can accept that such stories might be meant more as representation that solid fact, but I'm still put off. I always end up thinking of an old man with a beard sat next to a little globe making little clay men and women with his fingers. If it were, then I doubt that was how it was. Could an entity have created the work of art that is nature and all its inhabitants? It takes some faith to believe that the vast earth and all it's numerous little facets were made, in seven days no less.

In this respect the theory of science holds more water for me. While the 'big bang' concept still doesn't explain the existence of the elements that created/provoked/started the 'big bang', but I find it much more appropriate to comprehend that life as we know it developed from basic amoeba over millions and millions of years. Evolution to me seems a very realistic concept, especially when contrasted with the whimsical teachings that the major religions feature. On the other hand, I find it more difficult to see how what started as little tadpoles has become Humanity and all it features. The concepts of beauty, love, the soul etc seem so awfully contrary to the logic and laws of nature.

How can molecules and atoms come together and be sentient?? I find that very difficult to understand, but should my lack of capacity to understand be used as an excuse to consider the possibility of divine intervention? I doubt it; I don't believe anything happens after death, even though I cannot comprehend my own existence ceasing. It would be so very comforting to believe that we are part of something greater than that which we can immediately perceive. But my experience and reasoning as a human prevent that.

I will never know how we as inhabitants of this planet came about. I have to accept that. But, either through divine intervention or the slow evolution of the global ecosystem, I exist and have been given a tremendous capacity for appreciation of the world and pleasure and enjoyment as a human. I feel I can enjoy and appreciate life as much as I can without needing to question existence or creation, and my own faith will guide me through without religion or any God. I can respect those who differ, but I shall die bound to this earth as when I was born.

Guest Submission - AnemusRogo

Posted 9 July 2002, 3.56 pm by Berly

My first double posting! Actually, I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't wait any longer to put this up. AnemusRogo, if the spacing is off, let me know. The email tends to make it's own spacing rules.




Wildflower
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???

Once I met a wildflower, growing by the side of the road I traveled

A beautiful thing, growing up out of the dirt and rust and broken concrete.

I watched her there for a moment, unchanging as she was as cars rushed by,busy on their way.

I saw her again the other day, spreading her roots through the cracks in the sidewalk, and I thought: "How beautiful, that something so rare and precious can spring up from mistreatment and neglect, quenching her thirst with the rains when they come, raising her face to the clouds, never pleading for a sunny day, but always watching.

I wanted to ask her, "What do you see?" I wanted to smell her, and to taste her, to see if I could understand what it would be like, growing with resoluteness, finding every little path and fissure to press her tendrils into; slowly understanding and comprehending her little world by touching everything around her. And watching.

I wanted to ask her, "Why don't you cry? Do you ever have a day when the streets are too hard, and you can't spread your roots any further, and you find yourself growing in an ever more confining space?

How can you not cry, and water your roots with your tears; for being a
lovely thing never was a crime.

But what do flowers know of crimes? Pedestrian's try to mow her down,
and still she grows.

And if she ever stopped growing and decided to put down roots;
real roots, the kind that keep you attached with no hope of movement.

Deeper in the concrete, deeper in the dust, and deeper in the pavement. Deeper in the city life, maybe she finds some solitude.

Down from all the blinking lights and the screaming ambulance sirens
and the constant danger of being crushed underfoot.

And yet, she grows, beautiful and free, when the wind ruffles her as the cars speed past, I can almost hear her laugh. I press my ear to the cement and listen. And maybe she'll be fine. I think maybe just maybe,
she'll be fine.

Thanks Duckman!

Posted 8 July 2002, 1.08 pm by Berly

Those of you who visit the chat room may be familiar with Duckman. I was visiting his site duckoff.com
Go there and visit the bb. It's fun.

However, he had pointed out the following site, which he explains better than I could:

"This is just a great site for finding punk, indie, rap, and rock lyrics. Searchable by lyric, artist, album, song name, and the like. It also has an amazing database of songs. The really cool thing is that you can submit lyrics to this site for your favorite artist. Quite cool if you ask me and a great tool for finding that song you only know that one line to."

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House of Leaves

Posted 6 July 2002, 9.55 pm by Jake

"How in the hell do you write a review for House* of Leaves?"-The Roach

A good question. All I can really do is to outline the basic premise and let you form your own praises/convictions by buying, stealing or borrowing a copy. And by the way, you should listen to Roach and berly when they wholeheartedly recommend this book.

House of Leaves began as a collection of pages on the Internet, and blossomed into this excellent book written by Mark Z. Danielewski.

And so it begins.
A man named Johnny Truant hears from a friend about this old man named Zampano. One day the old man keels over dead, and Truant and his buddy go to the old man's apartment. Inside they find a menagerie of knick-knacks...going along they find deep scratches in the wooden floor..and then they stumble upon it.

A collection of various notes and writings called "The Navidson Record". Based on a few films (appropriately named "Five-Minute Hallway" and "The Navidson Record"), Zampano's Navidson Record tells of the enigma surrounding the house on Ash Tree Lane. It outlines the truths and opinions behind The Navidson Record...It begins as a seemingly regular tale of brooding evil and true fear, but once the text begins to shift and you begin to follow the various footnotes made by Truant and the editors, the book takes on many different meanings. The eccentricity of Danielewski's writing style leaves the book aptly open for imterpretation.

I came to read this book expecting something normal, maybe a bit interesting but nonetheless normal. I began reading it and for some reason could NOT fucking put it down. It intrigued me greatly, and daily I still find myself flipping through the pages, among various Post-It notes, trying to search for the meaning of such-and-such allusion...

Even this review barely scratches the surface of what all House of Leaves contains....it's one of those things you just have to experience for yourself.

So stop reading this, and go fucking buy it.

You owe it to yourself.

*Apologize for not putting the word "house" in blue text as should be done accordingly."

Flogging a Dead Horse

Posted 6 July 2002, 5.36 pm by Berly

It struck me the other day, as I was doing my daily grind at the office. The 8 to 5. My email sprang up, interoffice communication. Was it about a big project? Was it about profits? No, for the last month or so, the most prominent news in our firm has been the birth of babies.

It seems we've had somewhat of a baby boom. There are 14 people in my office of 40, pregnant. If we include the males in the office - who are expecting via their significant others, that number jumps to 22.

It occurred to me, that this is the result of 9/11. For one day at least, getting to the office wasn't nearly as important as being close to people we take for granted. For days after that, the importance of those we love was pushed to the front of our consciousness. For a while, people reconnected - apparently - and got pregnant.

And then I wondered. Is it events like 9/11 that make life worth living? Hold on for a second, don't take that the wrong way. I'm not saying terrorism is great. I'm not saying a baby boom makes me feel all "Hooray!".

We go through our days, numb to "what is really important". But, if we ALWAYS concentrated on "what is really important", would it really be so? Without the numb, without the forced pain, I doubt it would be nearly as sweet.

SMILING

Posted 6 July 2002, 4.43 am by Sickan

WHAT A WONDERFUL SMILE. WHAT A WONDERFUL BEING.
CAN I EVER BE LIKE THAT? CAN I EVER SMILE LIKE THAT?
JUST ONCE I WISH I COULD SMILE LIKE THAT.
WHY IS IT THAT YOU NEVER HATE ANYONE?
HOW CAN YOU LIVE LIKE THAT?
ARE YOU NEVER SICK AND TIRED OF BEING A NICE PERSON?
JUST ONCE I WISH I COULD BE LIKE YOU.

THERE HAS BEEN SO MUCH HURT IN YOUR LIFE.
AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW HALF OF IT.
THEY TREATED YOU LIKE YOU WERE NOTHING
AND YET YOU KEPT ON SMILING – PERHAPS YOU SMILED OF PITY.
YOU WORKED HARD FOR THEM AND THEY NEVER GAVE YOU NOTHING.
YOU WATCHED AS HE BEATED HER UP AND YOU STOPPED HIM – YOU SMILED.

YOU WERE COLD TO THE PERSONS WHO WERE EVIL – BUT NEVER YOU SAID A BAD WORD.
YOU COULD NOT GET YOURSELF TO HATE. PERHAPS YOU CAN AND I DON’T KNOW YOU.
SOMETIMES I LOOK AT YOU AND WONDER – WONDER WHY I WASN'T GIFTED LIKE THAT.

HE WAS UNFAITHFULTO YOU AND YOU LEFT.
BUILD A HOME AND WORKED TO MAKE IT ALL WORK.
SMILED ON THE WORST OF DAYS AND LAUGHED ON THE GOOD.
NEVER ONCE YOU DENIEDE ME A MINUTE.

I KEPT SO MANY DEEP AND DARK SECRETS FOR YOU AND
YOU WILL DIE IF YOU EVER KNEW. I CANT BE A GOOD PERSON.
BUT YOU MAKE IT EASIER FOR ME TO KNOW WHAT TO DO.
WHY CANT I BE LIKE YOU – YOU ARE MY MOTHER AND I LOVE YOU DEARLY!

PEACE


Stumbling

Posted 5 July 2002, 3.44 am by Villager

I don't know who I am. Rather, I don't know what I am.

I have a good idea of the life I wish to lead and the person I want to be. I have a good idea of the person that I like to perceive myself as, the person that I explore in My head and around whom I build an elaborate imaginary world, one that has only intermittent contact with the real world. The Me that other people see is much different, I disclose only a very, very small fraction of My thoughts and feelings with the majority of the people I know, and even My immediate family do not know Me as well as they likely think they do. What am I? Am I the mind that thinks and controls and imagines, or am I the perception that walks and talks? Does the distinctly separate and seldom similar nature of these facets mean that I am deluding myself?

I do not want others to know Me as well as I think I know Me. I am quite content with the (low) level of interaction and sharing of thoughts/feelings that I have with most people. Most people I know, I do not care to have in My life. And yet I am not happy that they all know the filtered, life-weathered Me instead of the better, more intelligent, more explorative and more promising Me. There is so much that I want to achieve, and yet I have not even begun to do so. Hell, I don't even know where to start. My sole driving force is personal achievement and satisfaction and yet all I have is a piecemeal and blurred vision of what that is.

Contentment and true happiness lie at the end of a tunnel that could be a million miles away. It could be right in front of Me and I wouldn't know it. The Me inside is persistently working to further this vision, and to plan my adventure in life. The Me outside puts on a tired face and suffers the tolls and requirements of daily, human life. The Me inside chases a goal that his counterpart can't even see. To reconcile the two would either require a flattening of the inside or the elevation of the outside. I could not live for long if the inside was stripped of its freedom.

But how to communicate and depict the mind in sufficiently accurate and intense detail and coherence as to do justice to the aspirations of the mind, when the ugliness of society and the restrictions of daily life make it so hard and over-clouded? Nothing fits. Nothing promises to fulfil the magic and purity of what I am searching for. What I so desperately hope exists. I have so little to convince myself that I can create it myself, and yet that, ever to my sorrow, seems the only beacon of light in an otherwise unsure, grey and rocky life.

I can't bring myself to settle for less.

IQ Test!

Posted 4 July 2002, 10.59 pm by Alexander

As submitted by Janetdoggy, no not a test to see if you have an IQ (although that might be a good place to start). Take the test, answer all the questions and post your (honest!) results. Were you pleasantly surprised or disappointed by your score? What weight to you give to such Q & A style tests of intelligence?

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Hmph

80s candy bars were pretty good

only because i traded it for a candy bar in the 80's.

lol we all know you don't have a soul ghoti

my soul for some carbs...

But of course!

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