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The Void.

The Void.
March 20, 2014, 07:08:20 PM
An interesting state to explore.
No up, no down. No right, no left.
No in, no out. No young, no old.
Getting to it is the only challenge.

Re: The Void.
March 20, 2014, 09:53:28 PM
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Rocket engines burning fuel so fast
Up into the night sky they blast
Through the universe the engines whine
Could it be the end of man and time
Back on earth the flame of life burns low
Everywhere is misery and woe
Pollution kills the air, the land and sea
Man prepares to meet his destiny

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast
Up into the night sky so vast
Burning metal through the atmosphere
Earth remains in worry, hate and fear
With the hateful battles raging on
rockets flying to the glowing sun
Through the empires of eternal void
Freedom from the final suicide

Freedom fighters sent out to the sun
escape from brainwashed minds and pollution.
Leave the earth to all its sin and hate
find another world where freedom waits.
Past the stars in fields of ancient void
Through the shields of darkness where they find
Love upon a land a world unknown
where the sons of freedom make their home

Leave the earth to Satan and his slaves
leave them to their future in the grave
Make a home where love is there to stay
Peace and happiness in every day.

 Into the Void by Black Sabbath

Re: The Void.
March 21, 2014, 01:07:13 AM
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It starts with the connection of cells
Nerves networking in unimaginable ways
Our whole atom-based reality
is turning into a single entity and race

Consciousness blending together
as mammals feel what plants feel
and fungus learns why mountains stand still
Surreal's nothing anymore, nothing's surreal

I learned to know how the world works
collected all the living information
Or lifeless, and those we haven't known before
What I've found gives me no consolation

All has become one
A great blend of variety
But as emptiness is filled with nothing
it's still nothing, still emptiness

Vanishing Of Emptiness by Antti Boman

Re: The Void.
March 21, 2014, 01:26:46 AM
Oops. I had intended to make a thread entitled: The VOIP, and talk about Skype and its clones.
But something strange happened, along the way...

Re: The Void.
March 21, 2014, 02:08:22 AM
An interesting state to explore.
No up, no down. No right, no left.
No in, no out. No young, no old.
Getting to it is the only challenge.

I've been to some pretty dark places of the mind. Don't know if I ever reached any sort of void but I remember realizing at some point that the line between losing it and just relaxing, going with it, is so minute as to be negligible. On a related note: anxiety gives birth to creation.

Re: The Void.
March 22, 2014, 11:11:26 PM
Remember how anxious you were about getting laid, before you actually managed to?
Assuming, of course, that you ever did.
Who could have imagined such anxiety could ever result in something so anxious-making as a baby???

Re: The Void.
March 23, 2014, 12:10:00 AM
Aquarius; I hear what you say. I would even say that anxiety necessitates creativity. Have you ever felt creative without being at least a little anxious ("how will this turn out?")? Not I. Neither can I imagine feeling anxiety without any creativity. That would be hell.

I also copy what you say about the thin line between relaxation and total loss of grip. I've been in such a situation before that I was sure that I'd lost my mind-as-I-know-it, and I knew I was close because I wasn't afraid of never being able to go back. Turns out, the mind is one of the more resilient systems known to man, despite its handful of flaws. A healthy usually has plenty of redundancies to fall back on in cases of exceptionally high stress.

Re: The Void.
March 23, 2014, 12:17:54 AM
The main reason I have been able to avoid insanity, along the way, is a complete inability to give up.
I can't do it even if I try.
While the mind gets more and more ragged, under the weight of more than it knows how to deal with, it keeps on coming up with stopgap measures, to ward off a complete collapse.
The ship may be sinking, but, by God, it's going to take a very long time to completely disappear beneath the waves.


Re: The Void.
March 23, 2014, 12:38:58 AM
By the time the ship is submerged, does it even matter?

I also imagine that i know what you mean by "stop-gap" measures. One time I wondered/wandered to the point that my mind was tossing out activity ceaselessly to prevent me from getting to the central production facility of thoughts. Evidently that place is not meant for me. I'm thankful, to an extent. Sort of disappointed, as well.

Re: The Void.
March 23, 2014, 02:03:21 PM
Aquarius; I hear what you say. I would even say that anxiety necessitates creativity. Have you ever felt creative without being at least a little anxious ("how will this turn out?")? Not I. Neither can I imagine feeling anxiety without any creativity. That would be hell.

I see this as the process of overcoming. Anxiety is a by-product of uncertainty and a necessary part of the process (that which does not kill me, makes me stronger). And of course the greater the adversity, the broader the spectrum of potential (the sweeter the victory!)

Re: The Void.
March 23, 2014, 06:53:01 PM
Well said! The strange but consistent 'risk versus reward' model could be one of the mind's most powerful defenses against total nihilism (annihilation of meaning and values). Maybe it is such a robust model because it so so flexible, as well as highly personal and therefore very motivating. At any rate, I'm glad that my brain rewards me with a squirt of happy juice whenever I do something risky (favoring intensity of experience over likelehood of safety to body). It's a good thing I'm not genetically or otherwise predisposed to using drugs. My conservative upbringing probably tempered me in just the right way to keep me away from frantic self-destructive experimentation. But only by *this* much.

Re: The Void.
March 23, 2014, 07:03:37 PM
Edges are the most rewarding places to dwell.
Not very comfortable though.
Comfort = lingering death.

Re: The Void.
March 25, 2014, 04:00:55 PM
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I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.   
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.   
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.   
Till then I see whatís really always there:   
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,   
Making all thought impossible but how   
And where and when I shall myself die.   
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse   
óThe good not done, the love not given, time   
Torn off unusedónor wretchedly because   
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;   
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,   
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
That this is what we fearóno sight, no sound,   
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,   
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,   
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill   
That slows each impulse down to indecision.   
Most things may never happen: this one will,   
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without   
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave   
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.   
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,   
Have always known, know that we canít escape,   
Yet canít accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring   
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Aubade by Phillip Larkin

Re: The Void.
March 25, 2014, 04:09:16 PM
Morbid beauty. And fear. A little acceptance, too.
I feel quite differently about it. Always surprised to wake up.
I deal well with surprises.

Re: The Void.
March 26, 2014, 02:51:11 PM
Above the stream of Panta Rhei we see a never ending river. When we consciously dunk our heads in it, we may lose ourselves by lingering a bit too long- but in doses, it's something else.

I guess?