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Interzone / What are you?
« on: April 01, 2012, 11:01:12 PM »
I see the stars, at night, and know there is no limit to them.
There may be a limit, but I don't bother with that, since I can never know it.
I see the milky-way, and know the stars within it are beyond number.
There may be a number, but I don't bother with that, since I can never know it.
My experience shows me that their movement is constant, and reliable.
They may or may not be, but I don't bother with that, since I will not live long enough to know.
I know winter follows fall, and summer follows spring.
One day they may not, but...

So you see: ultimate answers to such things are not really necessary, to one's limited lifespan.
Things are the way things are. Until they are some other way.
Should that happen, in my lifetime, no doubt I will do what I always do, and adapt to the new reality.
I don't need knowledge of such things, until I need that knowledge. Why would I?
All knowledge exists. It's only a matter of finding it, or where it is stored.
I would be an idiot, to think all that knowledge would fit inside my rather small brain.
And so I leave it where it lies. Until I find I have need for some of it.

Where things stand, for now, is that I have access to whatever knowledge I may need, as I have need for it.
People often take issue with my style of writing. Hardly surprising, really. Since I rarely, if ever, 'write it'.
I start typing and, without a single thought, end up with whatever I've typed.
I scan it once, for typos. Then post it. End of story.

This is why I don't argue, or become wound-up with aggressive debaters.
I am not arguing. I am not even involved. I merely type responses to what faces me.
There is nothing to defend, and no point to convey.
If I have a reason for doing any of this, at all, it is because there is so little of this out there.
Seeds arrive at my finger tips, and I broadcast them. Maybe they will sprout and root. Maybe not.
I have no preference, either way.
I have no desire.
Especially not to 'win'.

In this way, I am the universe I see, around me. I am part of it. It is me, and I, it. No separation.
I love this thing of which I am a part. And so I love myself.
And this wondrous love, paradoxically, is the very thing that some will see, and hate.
This is difficult to understand, and so I don't try. Love must be balanced by hate. Hate, by love.
It exists, and so it must be accepted. Like the stars at night, and the size of it all.

I know what I am. I am all I survey, all I perceive, and all I create. Boundless. Powerful. Eternal.
These are concepts that were meant to be conveyed by the term 'God'.
To some, they still are.
While others assign any definition, at all, to the word, separated from the thing it is meant to describe.
So in the simplest of terms: "I am".

What are you?

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Interzone / What is 'thinking', anyway?
« on: April 01, 2012, 09:38:56 PM »
The scientific, modern Western mind seeks to verify everything it notices.
I see it as a rodent-like creature, running up and down a checklist, feverishly comparing data, to find a match.
If a match can not be found, the mind discards is as non-existent, stupid, irrelevant, a ‘straw-man’, etc.

This is part of the modern malaise; if something is not already accepted, popularly, as being true, then it can’t be. Positively Medieval.
This list-checking has become what people refer to as ‘thinking’, when in fact, it is no such thing.
Come to think of it, I am no longer sure what ‘thinking’ actually is; I do so little of it, any more.
At some point, man started walking upright.
Perhaps that is what will eventually happen with the mind; there when you need it, but not the best way of getting around.

What is 'thinking'? Can you describe it?
Do you feel it should sit at the apex of what men can do?

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Interzone / Pavlovian Debaters.
« on: April 01, 2012, 07:31:17 AM »
Forums are strange places.
Like foggy marshes in an Irish film-set: populated with malevolent creatures that snap at the heels, can not be reasoned with, and are interested only in flesh.
Monsters that lurk in the shadows, leaping out to snap and worry. Driven to win, at any cost.
There are the benign creatures, too, of course. Creatures of the marsh. It isn't always foggy and dark.
But beware the Pavlovian Debater!

I imagine Van Helsing once dreaded encounters with vampires. Before he became the vampire-hunter par excellence.
Armed with pointed sticks, silver arrows and garlic, the dreaded became merely commonplace. Mere skewer-targets.
Likewise: Pavlovian Debaters are fearsome things, to the novice.
Possessed of a little intellect, an endless supply of whatever it is they use for reason, logic and bedside-manner.
And an immunity to anything they have not yet experienced.
The PD will pose and posture, snarl and insult. All the while, sneering like something far fiercer than it actually is.
There really isn't very much to fear from these creatures, although it takes a few skirmishes to discover that.
Their teeth are made of rubber, and their saliva isn't at all corrosive.
The one thing that terrifies them is to see their own reflection.

Having trouble with these beasts?
Here's my advice to adventurers into the dark world of forums...
PDs don't actually know anything.
They were taught to debate, at high school.
Somehow, their teachers managed to convince them that debating was very important.
And so they debate at every opportunity.
They live to win, and they do this by attempting to reduce all-comers to heaps of singed fur.
I say attempt, because without your help, they can do nothing to harm you.

Their method is to draw you in with invitations to teach them new and wondrous things.
And who can resist such siren songs?
So you relate your real-world experiences, in gullible honesty.
Only to find your real-world was actually created by the PD, and you don't know the first thing about how it works!
But the PD somehow knows every nuance of your real-world, and how it works.
And he makes you look like a complete idiot.
Or so he thinks.

But the happy truth is that the PD is actually a hopeless no-lifer, that has only one trick.
To persuade others that they are worthless, and, like a vampire, suck the life out of them to nourish itself.
And so all you need to know is this:
The PD is toothless to anyone who does not believe in vampires.
Non-existent. Harmless. Formless and powerless.
Hold up a mirror to it, and it vanishes, screaming in despair.
Because the PD really isn't alive at all.
And you are.





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Interzone / Earworms.
« on: March 20, 2012, 05:42:29 PM »
I wonder, dear metalheads, if the rhythmic noise you prefer to listen to stays stuck inside your heads, after the fact.
Does it go around, and around, after the physical echoes die away?
Does it form a background to your thoughts, during waking hours?
Does it hinder your sleep at night?

I wonder this, because silencing my mind has been essential to my own development, and music made this impossible.
I rarely listen to music at all, any more, and guard my inner silence jealously. For once inserted into my head, music often plays on, for weeks, and months.
Besides, my hearing is so acute, that I hear bats chattering to each other, and noise can cause me pain.
Repetition is the most unpleasant thing, for me. A sort of craziness.

Why do you listen to what you listen to?
What does it do for you?

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Interzone / Royal Scots Dragoon Guards
« on: March 15, 2012, 10:03:20 PM »
you forgot "whats your favorite band"

Royal Scots Dragoon Guards.
Bagpipes :)

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Interzone / Truth.
« on: March 15, 2012, 08:21:51 PM »
The one most interested in a guarantee of truthfulness, is the one least capable of providing it.
True? False? Does it matter?

Ideas may be neutral. Or paradoxical. Sometimes true, sometimes not.
Schrodinger's cat knows things about this. Smart cat, that.
Either, and, or...


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Interzone / Propaganda!
« on: March 13, 2012, 06:05:26 PM »
I have a suggestion:
Never, ever, use the term 'propaganda' to refer to what you wish to do.
The word may have originally referred to a politically neutral act, informing the public towards a desirable outcome, but common usage implies a wholly negative interpretation.
Just sayin'.



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Interzone / Signs of collapse
« on: February 07, 2012, 07:52:47 AM »
The real problem with metal, is that people keep on stealing it.
Look at all the war memorial plaques that are disappearing in England.
Electrical cables, manhole covers...
Everyone blames rising metal prices, but I blame a general lack of discipline and respect.
Soon everything will be made of carbon fibers and resin.
You really know your civilization is in trouble when everything is unrecoverable lightweight composites.

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Interzone / Taoism.
« on: January 27, 2012, 06:12:17 AM »
I am a taoist. Sort-of.
I say 'sort-of', because there are a lot of 'taoists', online, that are nothing at all like anything to do with taoism.
They take the timeless wisdom of Lao Tzu (who predated Jesus by a half-millennium), and 'interpret' it, so that dumbasses like you and me will understand what he was talking about. And so what you get is a left-wing rendering of exactly what Lao Tzu didn't mean.
Like I said: I am a taoist. Which is a nice, safe thing to say you are, unless it is to a Christian, who immediately takes you for something between a pirate and a maniac, and thoroughly evil, to boot.
Which is a shame, really, because taoists are the friends of anyone who is not overtly hostile to them.
Which pretty much sums me up.
Other than being a crow.
Which means, if you are not familiar with animal-totems, that I am charged with a great responsibility.
I will not say what that responsibility is, just yet, in case there are women and children present.
And being shot with arrows is not my favourite thing.

A taoist may be just about anything.
Except dishonest.
And that is not because a taoist is 'moral', but because he knows better than to sabotage his own life.
He is true to his design-specification, resisting any and all attempts to mutate him into anything trendy or cool, shady or crooked.
He is - you could say - his own man.

If you haven't already, you might want to explore a bit about taoism, since to be here at all must mean you wish to be somewhat 'edgy'.
Which is a good start to discovering that edginess isn't at all what you may think it is, but has a whole lot to do with being like almost nobody else is.
Human.
There's nothing to it.
That's why it goes right by almost everyone.


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