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Interzone / To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
« on: May 10, 2014, 02:03:58 PM »
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Words to live by. Often attributed to Robert Falcon Scott, of his doomed Antarctic Expedition fame.
But originally penned by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, in his fabled poem 'Ulysses'. 

A good motto, perhaps, to apply to the underlying principle behind deathmetal, nihilism, and the living of life, in general.

"It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

Interzone / Your wish is my command...
« on: May 04, 2014, 11:20:12 AM »
As many have noted, my overwhelming interest in all things spiritual, has had some effect upon our forum.
Some like it, others don't, which is only to be expected.
And so, for those who don't: I plan to offer far less of such material. Be pleased :)
And for those who did like it:  feel free to PM me for an invite to a place where such conversations are the norm.

FFS, this is a deathmetal site, not a friggin' church.

Interzone / The Secret of Life.
« on: April 29, 2014, 10:58:44 AM »
The secret of life is humility.
Without it, life is an endless uphill struggle for survival.
And one that ultimately ends in a failure to survive.
Humility depends entirely upon reverence.
For the whole. For It.

It can do without you.
But you can not do without It.

Consider this until you understand.
It will serve you well, for as long as you serve It.

Interzone / Worst News Headlines.
« on: April 23, 2014, 09:51:58 AM »
Headlines are getting more and more bizarre, over time. Utterly ambiguous, crazy-making, and reality-warping. The story comes in a close second, full of spelling errors, inverted grammar, and utter nonsense...

Family members of a stabbing victim remember stabbing him.
"Oh, yes", said his mother. "I remember stabbing him now..."

Quebec City is the best city in Canada to be a woman while Edmonton is the worst.
Male tourists considering a sex change might want to visit QC after the op.
But before visiting Edmonton, might want to undergo a sex-change-reversal operation first.

Interzone / It could be worse.
« on: April 22, 2014, 05:37:46 PM »
Here is a post I made on another forum, after receiving two warnings about using line breaks.
I figured it would get me banned, and sure enough, it did.
See, on other forums, even the formatting you use can attract the Gestapo...

"Have you ever noticed how, in order to type anything on a forum, you have to do it inside a box?
If you use the post-quick-reply box, it is a very small box.

I tend to arrange what I type, so it fits inside the box. It looks better, to me.
This involves using line breaks, to make things fit.
It is also a matter of style, and the overall appearance of the text.
Long, long lines, confuse the eye, and one's place gets lost, when flipping to the next line.

Some people become upset by appearances. Sometimes, very upset.
In fact, so upset do some people become, that I will soon be banned for typing in a way that suits me.

Such is life, and if you don't hear from me again, well, good luck, and all that."


The post was deemed illegible and very hard to read.
Which left me wondering who was trying to read it. Maybe a cockroach?
So think yourselves fortunate to be members of such a forgiving forum.
It could be a lot worse!

Interzone / More on nihilism.
« on: April 20, 2014, 06:48:26 PM »
Nihilists claim there is no meaning in anything.
Perhaps that is why they so often fail to understand what I write.
They assume it has no meaning.
In spite of the fact it does.

Why would a nihilist write anything?
Whatever it is they write, it would have no meaning.
If communication is not their goal, why write at all?

Do nihilists assign any meaning they choose, to what they read?
Do they have no meaning to convey, when they write?

Who can explain this to me?

Interzone / Tell me about your education.
« on: April 19, 2014, 11:11:33 PM »
Some of you characters are still in the education system, or not so long out of it.
From what I am coming to understand, education nowadays is more about indoctrination than about education.

I am running into more and more young people, especially on forums, that seem completely unable to learn anything that they don't already know.
There is this whole thing now, focusing upon proof for every single word, being demanded, before consideration of the message even takes place.
What is this? What's going on?

People tell me politics is a big subject in schools. Biased leftwards, from what I can see.
It seems generally unpopular, but from the evidence, it warps kids anyway, into equality-obsessed machines that become enraged at anyone who mentions things they know nothing about. What they really do know about, is being so utterly self-centered that it boggles the mind.

Is there truth in this? Can anyone shed light?

Interzone / You are your grievance.
« on: April 19, 2014, 09:52:36 AM »
There are so many special-interest groups these days, that must - by law - be specially catered-to, that it gets to be something of a minefield for the rest of us.

Such groups of individuals have one thing in common: They all demand special treatment.
But how are the rest of us supposed to know who they are, in order to afford them this special treatment? By the time one finds out they are members of a special protected group, it may already be too late.

It would, perhaps, be a good idea to have such individuals tattooed on their foreheads with whatever specific grievance it is that must be taken into account by everybody else.
That way, roving gangs of normal people would know to avoid them, altogether, lest they become criminals without realizing it.

This way, there would be a price, of sorts, to pay, for that special protection afforded by law, while at the same time affording protection to the innocent who may otherwise fall foul of legislation.

Not a bad idea. You'd see people with tattoos proclaiming things like:
Gay. Muslim. New Age. Goth. Religious Nut. Disabled. Punk. Short. Old. Feminist. Ethnic. Nutcase. Victim.

That way, they would be safe from everybody else, while everybody else would be safe from them. Nobody would be forced to wear one of these tattoos, but if one elected not to, then they would be unable to later claim that they were victims of a hate crime.

Interzone / Online Classics.
« on: April 14, 2014, 09:13:51 AM »
"If it is true that the notion of god actually referred to 'reality' for millennia, than someone, somewhere had that idea before you. If you cannot demonstrate that the concept existed before you mentioned it in this thread, the only remaining conclusion is that you were the first: you made it up."

This idea is common on the internet. That nobody can come up with truth unless it came from someone else.
That nobody can know anything unless it has a 'source' that is already known.
That there can be no first person to know it, unless somebody elsewhere was the first to know it.
And if you are the first to know it, then it must be crap.
This is what is known as 'logic'.
I am very happy to not be so burdened with so useless a thing.

Interzone / Tolerance.
« on: April 08, 2014, 06:27:13 PM »
I have no time for tolerance. Beyond, perhaps, not immediately flying into a rage, at the first sign of encroachment.
Encroachment upon my person, my life, my balance.
If I step upon a rusty nail, what do I do?
Do I consider the nail, as equal to me in all respects, and feel compelled to leave it where it lies, to avoid infringing its material-rights?
Well? Do I?

Or do I leave it there for the above reasons, and remind myself to remember to avoid it every time I come near?
But if I do that, am I not being discriminatory? Prejudiced against rusty nails?

Or do I remove the nail, from where it threatens, in order to avoid pain, injury, and tetanus?
Would I - if I took such action - be, in effect, a warmongering, chauvinistic, nail-hating bigot?

It's a real problem.

I favor dealing with it in the same way I deal with everything.
And I encourage you to do the same.

Interzone / On being 'human'.
« on: April 08, 2014, 11:46:53 AM »
I lay in the bathtub and drifted.
Happiness, for me, lies in pulling the plug on active thought. I eliminate all the straight lines and right-angles, and leave the diffuse, the luminous, the indistinct forms.

It is impossible to really define what a human is, because we are not actually human.
We do not, and can not, know this thing we inhabit.
We can, however, with great diligence, discover what we really are.
And if we succeed in that, we can know we are not human at all.

The potential for consciousness exists within each human.
It remains unconscious as long as it is ignorant of its existence.
If, and when, it becomes aware of itself, it becomes clear that it is not the form it inhabits.
That form is a vehicle for its physical manifestation.

It was a particularly pleasant bath. I felt calm again, could breathe again, and feel content again.
My wife visited, during the event, and asked if anything was wrong. She said I seemed 'different'.
I was, I said. Very. And no, nothing was wrong.

Interzone / If you want it done right...
« on: April 06, 2014, 11:15:02 PM »
"If you want it done right, you've got to do it yourself." 

How's that for a cliche? Everyone knows it. Sooner or later, everyone repeats it.
I say "repeats", because whoever it was that originally said it, was the first one to say it.
And you can bet it was someone who had a clue of what it meant, and why he was saying it.
This would suggest he knew something that others didn't, which is why he was the first to say it.

People often seem to think they could do a better job than whoever is currently doing that job.
But usually, they see a job, as opposed to setting up the situation, from scratch, that resulted in there being a job.
I hear it all the time. It can relate to almost anything. A pulp mill. The phone. Cable TV. The power utility. The government. The highways. The ferries.

People often seem to think things just appeared, and all that is required is for someone to come in and run them.
But no business is ever set up to run at a loss, merely to provide a dissatisfied public with a service.
A business is set up to make money. As much as possible. Nobody sets up a business to serve others at a loss to the one setting it up. 

But if a business is too successful, people start hating it because it is unfair. I mean, why should anyone pay money to anyone for anything, if those anyones really 'don't need the money'?

What is the point of this story?

That anyone can say anything, but the same words uttered by each person uttering them, can mean something completely different. It all depends on motivation and perspective. Which in turn depends upon whether or not someone feels like they are being taken advantage of by losers, or if one feels as if they are being taken advantage of by fat-cats.

I used to hire losers to do laboring jobs around my home, because they had asked if I had work for them, and because they were losers. After paying them and then having to redo all the work myself, I would utter the illustrated cliche.

Meanwhile, the losers plot to overthrow anyone who can afford to pay losers, because if losers want to have what the non-losers have, they can't rely on government to do the right thing, and guillotine the non-losers and steal their stuff, but instead have to do it themselves.

This story has been brought to you by Super Toxic Brand Pointless Fables Inc.
"You'll know the difference when you read it!"

Interzone / Rose Of Alabama.
« on: April 06, 2014, 06:09:02 PM »
Usually I just hate it when a song gets stuck in my head.
But this one I don't mind it at all.
Then again, I have a soft spot for Southern banjo tinkle.
Like all Confederate tunes, this one has its dose of tongue-in-cheekiness and lighthearted irreverence.
Be bold, metalheads:


Away from Mississippi's vale,
With my ol' hat there for a sail,
I crossed upon a cotton bale,
To the Rose of Alabamy.

     Oh Brown Rosie, Rose of Alabamy.
     The sweet tobacco posy is the Rose of Alabamy.

The river rose; the cricket sang,
The lightnin' bug did flash his wing,
Then like a rope my arms I fling,
'Round Rose of Alabamy.

So fare thee well Eliza Jane,
And fare thee well you Belles of fame,
Your charms will all be put to shame,
By the Rose of Alabamy.

And for the truly hardcore: Duelling National Anthems...

Interzone / Inner War.
« on: April 06, 2014, 10:05:22 AM »
Be sure and read Amerika, today. One of the best - if not THE best - essays I've ever seen...
By one of our own DMU members!
My day is made :)

Interzone / More on Reason.
« on: April 04, 2014, 03:13:16 PM »
Descartes was never going to get anywhere trying to define what real was, because he was reasoning what real was.
Real is not reason. The ego/intellect doing the reasoning is not real. It is an abstraction between the real and the perceiver.
Either one sees this or one does not.
To the intellect, only it is real.
Known also as ego, it sits firmly between the real, and the judgement made as to what 'real' is.
People ask what the meaning of life is, because they are unable to see one.
The question is absurd to anyone who can.

Others may be unsure whether or not they exist, but I have no such problem.
Others may be unsure whether of not anything else exists, but I have no such problem.
Others may be unsure if there is any meaning to life, but I have no such problem.

There is meaning to those who can see it.
There is none to those who can not.

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