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Interzone / Post Civilization Syndrome.
« on: March 05, 2014, 08:27:16 PM »
Post Civilization Syndrome, or PCS, is usually known by a more familiar-sounding, cosier synonym: Individuality.
This is a condition in which the larger picture is lost, in favour of the very small picture of oneself as the whole point of being alive.
This could be seen as personal survival.

It is sensible to have some idea of what the term 'civilization' actually refers to. Here is how I see it:
Civilization is the result of individuals banding together into a large group, to better ensure personal survival.
It can only occur under certain conditions, one of which is the ability to place oneself further down the hierarchy than the larger group.
This may initially suggest socialism, but it is very different.
Socialism is actually many individuals placing themselves, individually, at the top of the hierarchy, under the impression that they are the larger picture, and that 'civilization' is really all about them.

But civilization is an abstract idea, from which individuals give up some of their personal autonomy in favour of an It, which is larger and more enduring than them.

PCS is what afflicts those who exist inside a formerly civilized society, while they unknowingly tear it down with their every thought and action. It is a return to a pre-civilization 'me-first' mentality, while still using up the riches gained from civilization. Logically, there is a limit to how long this can go on, with none of an ex-civilization's members actively contributing anything to it.

It is interesting to note how few people seem able to understand any of this. Which is a prime indicator of just how many suffer from PCS.








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Interzone / Be Poor!
« on: March 03, 2014, 08:34:03 PM »
Nothing wrong with being poor. I highly recommend it.
The best thing about being poor is not being poor, but having been poor.
So that when you no longer are, you can really appreciate it.

In fact, you will never not-be poor until you have been poor.
And so it is important never to try to deny anybody the opportunity to be poor.

People are always claiming that they have to do things they hate, and deal with people they hate, in order to make a living. But this is just another form of delusion.
Choose poor, and do it on your own terms, not somebody else's.

The only really bad kind of poor, is to be poor while having not-quite-enough stuff.



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Interzone / Cheap Shit.
« on: February 28, 2014, 06:52:32 PM »
What does the title say to you? Have you run into Cheap Shit? How much of it have you run into? Is there anything left that isn't Cheap Shit?

I am old enough to remember the relationship between things you'd buy and what you'd reasonably be able to expect those things to do. The price of things reflected their capability. And capability was something you were buying when you parted with the price.

Things are not remotely like that any more.

Some time ago, I realized products were coming to be almost nothing to do with what they were advertised as being able to do, and almost entirely about persuading you to part with your money. That any business was not about what it could do for you, but instead, had become purely about fleecing you.  Even medical care had somehow turned into raping your finances, while quietly dispensing with 'care'.

I have a little gas-powered generator that advertises itself as being able to deliver 950 watts. After having it fail to live up to expectations for the nine millionth time, I undertook to measure its actual output. My ability to measure such things is a bit limited, but even so, I estimate that it can provide a peak output of somewhere around 700 watts momentarily, before dropping off to a mean output of around 400 watts.
My regular battery chargers advertise an output of 6 amps, but seem to actually deliver only 4.
There are so many examples of this principle that it boggles the mind.
And things that might once have been expected to last for decades now routinely last six months, if they even work at all, once you get through the armor-plated packaging.

The idea seems to be that in order to get consumers to buy a product, it must look appealing, cost almost nothing, and include a free giveaway that has no use whatsoever. Interestingly, what looks good to most consumers almost always looks absolutely revolting to me. I don't really want a toaster that looks like a half-melted satellite that rings, dings and buzzes every few seconds, and displays an LED readout about nothing. But other options are few.

One reason I keep hanging onto, and maintaining, my rusting 1992 Nissan Pathfinder, is that it works. I swear the thing could crawl up my wall and over my roof, if I wanted it to. It's never run into anything that could stop it. Only the decaying frame seems able to permanently stop it, which really saddens me. Because a new Pathfinder is about the ugliest thing I've ever seen, and I'd rather ride around in a wheelchair than drive one of those.

I have lots of battery-operated drills and screwdrivers that have either melted, or their batteries have completely died, refusing to accept any kind of charge. Saws that don't saw. Snow tires that do nothing. A Volvo that has a rough time even rolling downhill.

Etc.

One thing I have learned from all of this, is that cheap doesn't cut it. Neither does expensive. Neither does constant replacement. In fact nothing cuts it, any more. Except, perhaps, what our forebears knew, back in the stone age:
Stone Age Shit Rocks!
If you can't do a job with your own body, mind, and a stone axe, that job probably isn't worth doing!


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Interzone / Command Interpreter.
« on: February 27, 2014, 09:59:00 PM »
Computers are interesting things. Often in unexpected ways. Built by humans, they reflect the way humans think, and get things done. With all their genius, and all their flaws.
The Command Interpreter sits between the operator and the machine, translating human language into machine language. It is an insert, that comes between the two. Ostensibly to connect the two...

Consider what the result would be if the Command Interpreter was faulty.

I submit that for many humans, their own organic version of the Command Interpreter is faulty.

If this were so, how would the human know? All its input, everything it receives from its senses, would be flawed. But how would it know?

The mind can only juggle what it has to work with. Even an abstract hypothesis can only encompass the raw data it has access to. What if the conduit for delivering that raw data was flawed?

This accounts for the seeming impossibility of successfully presenting to anyone anything that they do not already know. The paradox of modern times. Shut down by an inability to receive new data that does not conform to what is already assumed, what other result would be possible? This is the nature of dogma. Once accepted, it is the ultimate death-machine. Nothing new can enter. Anything yet unknown, can never be known.

Those who recognize this will immediately understand. Those who don't quite possibly never will.

/EOL



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Interzone / Hierarchy.
« on: February 23, 2014, 10:03:32 PM »
People often use the term 'hierarchy'. But what is it? Is it good, bad, useful, or useless?
It, itself, of course, is nothing. A sound, or series of sounds, used to grunt to somebody else, hopefully to signify whatever it signifies. What does it signify?

Leftists would do away with it altogether, because it seems at odds with their avowed God. That is to say: Equality.

But hierarchy is what you do with it. Which is dependent upon how you see it. Here's how I see it...

At the very top of the hierarchy is Reality. Aka 'God'. This being the pre-existing framework in which I exist.
I revere it because - if nothing else - it is rather bigger, and older, than me.
Next there are the manifestations of Reality. The earth. The weather. The myriad lifeforms around me.
Then there are the things that humans have built, over the ages, that have lasted as long as they have.
I revere them, too, because they have lasted as long as they have, were built up by many, and are the result of countless individual lives.
Then there are other humans, which, as crappy as they so often are, are still living beings. And for as long as they are living, contain the potential to be more than they were, yesterday, no matter how unlikely that may seem, today.
And right at the bottom of this hierarchy, is me. Mr. Unimportant. Doing my very best to not betray the life that has chosen to reside in me, for as long as it chooses to reside there.

Although it very often appears to others that I consider everything to be about me, this is as incorrect as anything could be. It is, in fact, a perspective held by others, because that is the only perspective they have, in their inability to even conceive of living a life in which everything was not only about them.

Hierarchy. An appreciation of how things stack together, according to what works, and what doesn't.
The most important part of which, is an ability to place oneself at the bottom. Not because one has no value, but because value only comes from being able to disappear into one's life, as opposed to life being nothing else than whatever one thinks one wants.



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Interzone / Pissing into the wind.
« on: February 23, 2014, 09:22:52 PM »
It is interesting to study, and note, what happens to unstable people when a sudden jolt occurs.
They become unstable.
It is not the job of any leader, government, or police force, to render people stable. Such a thing is impossible.
Stability is the job of the individual. Nothing and nobody can do this job for anybody.

Authority may decree an environment, and set up conditions that help people feel stable, but the actual stability is either cultivated, or not, by the individual.

Society has become unstable. Very unstable. The population has become, and is becoming, ever more, a vast collection of big red buttons, liable to be pushed by even the slightest tremor. People are becoming more and more hair-triggered, in their propensity to react emotionally to anything that comes their way.

Couple this with the absolute faith that has been encouraged in people, by the left, that each one of them is the unassailable authority on everything, and you can see why they have come to very much resemble nitro-glycerine.
A single shudder can make them explode into a frenzy of spontaneous destruction.

In fact, the only really distinguishable property of individual humans when compared to high-explosive, is that high explosive is exactly what it is, and nothing but. Whereas humans have no faint idea of what they are, or how much damage they can do by not knowing.

Every one of them is 'right'. Every one of them is 'entitled'. Every one of them has 'rights'. Every one of them is infinitely more important than every other one. This is the nature of instability.

Is there anything to be done about any of this?
Or are all the efforts of those even able to detect the problem, and isolate it, doomed to be an ongoing effort to piss into the wind?


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Interzone / So you want Nihilism?
« on: February 23, 2014, 01:38:05 AM »
You want Nihilism? I'll give you fuckin' Nihilism...

Nothing means anything. Nothing has any meaning. It follows, then, that this forum has no meaning, and most of all it means that YOU have no meaning.

Get my drift? Not yet? Too dumb to figure it? I'll elaborate...

I don't give a rat's ass about any of you. And by 'you', I mean YOU. Dickhead!

After due consideration, I've realized that I've been extending far too much respect where none is deserved.
I hereby withdraw that respect. Gone. There will be no more forthcoming. You're all shit on my shoes.
If I could, I'd ban myself for that little outburst, and while there are actually ways I could accomplish that, it would be difficult, and it would leave the forum in the hands of irresponsible vermin, and I can't have that. So...

Here is an update on the rules, since YOU seem unable to function without some draconian admin reminding YOU of what's what. Ready?

Deathmetal is a vehicle. Know what a vehicle is? Google it.
This forum is a vehicle. It is ostensibly a deathmetal forum, but here's the big surprise: It's NOT ABOUT deathmetal.
And it certainly isn't about YOU, or whatever YOU might think, or have an opinion on. So WTF is it about?
Read today's post on america.org and find out.
http://www.amerika.org/politics/civilizational-compact-versus-social-contract/

We have more or less established that there is no meaning in anything. So we have a choice of how to respond to that shocking truth. What are our choices?
Well, we could do what YOU are doing, and simply declare that since nothing means anything, it should all be torn apart and shat-upon, or...
We could get off our lazy fat asses and start looking for some meaning to inject into the meaningless.
Any God can do this, and so can YOU. If YOU'RE so fuckin' important and smart and indispensable, then start behaving as if you are. Don't know how? Waiting for Daddy to tell you? Fine!

This forum is about relationship-building. Which is no different to civilization-building. You don't do either one by witlessly destroying every contribution anyone makes. You certainly don't do it by - to cite one terrific example - labeling anyone who shows interest in a contribution a 'copy-crow'. Aha. Did a dim light just flicker on?

What we have is a little group of utter losers who demonstrate with every sentence, the complete uselessness of intelligence, without anything to direct it. Intelligence + massive ego = typical deathmetal forum commenter.
Go die, already, because NOBODY needs you. A bit like The Daily Mail. Google that, while you're at it. It may suit you better than being here.

From now on, axes will drop. And drop fast. Without warning. And fatally.
Any ban from now on will be permanent. Make sure you understand this, because it is not going to be repeated.
It's way past time some responsibility for behaviour began to show up here.

If none of the above applies to you, then YOU does not mean you.
If any of the above applies to you, consider yourself as being served final notice.

And if you, dear reader-but-not-commenter, have been reticent about commenting because of the sorry excuse for forum-culture here, then be encouraged. Normal service will shortly be won, and mercilessly enforced.

And that, for all those who have never before witnessed such a thing, is called LEADERSHIP.
AKA in forum-terms as ADMIN.
Be afraid. Be VERY afraid!




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Interzone / Tightrope.
« on: February 20, 2014, 06:20:31 PM »
When a keyboard-commenter initiates an online engagement, it resembles setting out to cross Niagara Falls on a tightrope.
He can suddenly wake up to the reality that this is getting very unnerving, out there in the middle, with nowhere to go that can be easily reached.
No. Now it is going to take a great deal of arduous and dangerous maneuvering to survive.
But that's the nature of engagement.
If one doesn't have the conviction that he is really up to sudden wind gusts, and a loss of nerve, he might do better staying at home and safely watching the spectacle on the ten o' clock news.

Meanwhile, those less impulsive, safe people are watching, secretly hoping for a spectacular fall into the icy waters. Like the crowd at an airshow, or a motorcycle race.



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Interzone / Tools for the job.
« on: February 20, 2014, 01:12:48 AM »
What you know is what you know. Where you are is where you are.
You have the tools to get you to what you know, and to where you are.
Do you have every conceivable tool?

What if somebody starts talking about something you do not know? About somewhere you've never been?
It follows that such a person has the tools to get him to what he knows, and to where he is.
Maybe he has tools you do not have.

Maybe.

Maybe that person is just plain nuts.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

For every scrap of knowledge humans possess, one human had to be the first to know it.
No knowledge ever just came to all humans at once.
Communication allowed those who knew, to share it with those who did not yet know.

Everybody has different tools. Because no two people have led identical lives. Tools are only developed when a situation requires their development. If no tool-requiring situation arises, then no tools are developed.

If mathematics, logic, reason, science have not led one to a state described by someone else as a very highly desirable state, then it is likely that those particular tools are not the ones required for the job. 
Therefore, using those same tools, one is not likely to arrive at such a state, no matter how long or how hard one applies those tools. Because those tools are simply not the right tools for the job.

Not everything can be measured. This does not prevent those things from existing. It simply shows that some things are not of a measurable nature. Can you measure love? Nostalgia? Regret? Loss? Joy? Pleasure? God?
Exactly how tall is the invisible man?

Sometimes, a job just can not be done, with the existing tools one has at one's disposal.
It becomes necessary to develop new tools to do the job. New techniques. New outlooks and angles.
It's called growth.

Otherwise, it becomes like a stutterer complaining that nobody else stutters, and that is just so unfair, and that they should. And that stuttering is nothing whatsoever to do with them, or their behaviour.

The only kind of change that is worth anything, is the kind that enables a man to accomplish more. Not less.
To accomplish more, with less effort, perhaps, but not less with any amount of effort.

Tools for the job. You can never have too many tools.



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Interzone / My dick.
« on: February 19, 2014, 07:52:57 PM »
I just had to share this with you fine figures of men...
On a stuttering forum, some guy suddenly started talking about his penis, comparing it to his stutter.
How weird is that? He finished by asking readers how they felt about theirs, and this is what I had to say...

"Ah. Finally, an interesting subject on a stuttering forum...
I have a nice dick. Although I don't really pay much attention to it any more, nor it to me. It has a slight and graceful curve to the left, and for some obscure reason, looks suntanned, although it isn't. A nice colour. Uncircumcised, which in my view is a plus. My wife, on the other hand, adores it, and claims it has great beauty. But I'm not sure she has much to compare it to, or at least, I hope she doesn't.

It's true that stress about it can render it disappearingly small. I once was recruited to stand in for a sick male stripper, at the last moment, and being very poor, decided to do it, because I really needed that money. Which was a terrible mistake that I never was foolish enough to repeat. The damned thing almost completely disappeared. It was beyond tiny, and my embarrassment was as total as embarrassment can get.

But generally, I have been lucky. It is adequately proportioned, and to this point, has proved capable and reliable. I like it. Now it prefers to keep a low profile, and I rarely bother it, nor it me.

End of story.
"

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Interzone / Birdbrain!
« on: February 18, 2014, 12:48:49 AM »
Have you ever opened up your computer, and removed the CPU? I have. Hundreds of times.
It is a rather small, unremarkable thing, although - as we know - what it can do when powered-up, is quite remarkable. But by itself, out of context, and un-powered, it is only so much junk.

Even when it is working as designed: speedy, efficient, cool, it has no life. It makes and breaks circuits; lets some things pass and denies access to others. It does this incredibly well, but it contains no life, no adaptability. It is, to all intents and purposes, as dead as a Dodo.

Have you ever considered how much like a brain a CPU is? A brain can calculate. Sometimes it can do this rather well. Often it can barely do it at all. But that is about all a brain can ever do. Calculate. Zeros and ones, goods and bads, blacks or whites. Switch on, switch off. A glorified buzzer. Remove it from its host and it rapidly decomposes, along with its host. 

Yet most people seem to worship the brain, as a God. It is the seat of ego. Not all that Godlike, eh?

Ego gets you by, in youth, until you acquire actual substance, via experience. The brain then comes into its own, freed from manufacturing ego, it can be very inventive and otherwise useful. But what's next? Can mankind evolve further than being an organic processor?

I say it can. Crows are a prime example of what can happen when a perfectly capable brain is left to deal with automatic processing, while something else takes over the higher aspects of being. There is currently no useful word to describe this 'something-else', because it is so rare among humans, that nobody has yet found it important enough to name. And those few who have it, see no reason to name it at all, since such people have long since discovered the comparative uselessness of words, when it comes to describing anything unusual. Or anything that operates outside of the framework of language.

This something-else is the next step in human evolution. Being, without thinking. Living without processing. Since processing places an impenetrable barrier between the living, and their lives. Such people are unable to learn, beyond simple things, and unable to experience, beyond judging whatever comes their way. Like the sound-barrier, that once confounded all attempts to penetrate it, this invisible, undetectable thing, stops anyone dead who lacks the equipment - the wherewithal - to break through.

Yet crows flap, in their noisy, ungainly way, right through this thing, without even noticing. And without anyone else noticing them do it. And how do they do this?

Not telling you!



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Interzone / No God, no Satan.
« on: February 16, 2014, 10:25:59 PM »
I observed, today, over at Bruce Charlton's Miscellany (http://charltonteaching.blogspot.ca/), that there is no God any more than there is a Satan...

"...And before you start jumping up and down, what that means is...
Both are linguistic terms, created by humans, as metaphorical descriptions for Reality (the way things are), and Non-Reality (the way things are not).
Subscribing to the idea of 'God', little or no harm results, and a great deal of constructive goodness may occur.
Subscribing to 'Satan', and thereby going directly against what-is, immense disruption and damage can result."

One may move in a way that is in keeping with Reality, incidentally gaining immense potential power by channeling the vast momentum of what-is, or one may move directly counter to it, in effect building a (temporary) dam against that momentum. In the latter case, no immediate disaster may be observable, as a result, but sooner or later, that dam will burst, and then...

If I have a problem with Christianity, it is this:
Whereas it is (or rather was) soundly based upon good and valid concepts, over the ages it has morphed into such abstractedness, that its message and its reason have all but totally dissolved.

There were reasons our ancestors went to such monumental effort and expense, to build their churches and cathedrals of Christianity. Certainly, they didn't arbitrarily do it, on a whim.

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Interzone / Thought #9.
« on: February 16, 2014, 06:43:31 PM »
As a sort-of random admin hereabouts, I've had the odd run-in with some of the more rabid deathmetallers.
Most of those are still here, some as who they always were, and some under new personas.
Only rarely - very rarely - does anyone commit a crime so foul that they are vanished forever.
As this thought half-formed itself, today, I had this to observe about it all...

It is the survivors who pass along their genes, and their messages.
And survivors know when to fight, and when to back off.
There's nothing wrong with fighting.
And nothing wrong with tactical retreats.

You only really lose when you obsess over winning.


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Interzone / The Bitter End.
« on: February 14, 2014, 08:58:41 PM »
"The Bitter End" is a common saying in the English language, but few understand its origins.

It is a nautical term that referred, at its inception, to the end of a length of rope - or 'line' in nautical terms - having no knot, no attachment to anything, and being completely useless, merely awaiting some function being applied to it.
It is, in the hands of competent sailors, neatly whipped with 'marline', to prevent its fraying, since in the past, all lines were comprised of twisted strands, rather than being braided, as is common nowadays.

It is a clean ending, with no specific purpose, yet available for adaptation to incidental need.

I recently found myself, flat on my back in an ambulance, in overwhelming pain, being offered laughing gas by a concerned paramedic.
"I don't actually feel much like laughing, right now", I whispered. And so declined to be gassed.

Actually, beyond my indestructible sense of humour, there was method in my madness...

When my time comes, I want to be there, at the bitter end. To experience that most elusive and rare of moments, where life merges into non-life. I'd really hate to miss that.
And, no, there is no bitterness inherent in that idea.
The Bitter End refers to a completely clean, unobstructed, state of readiness for whatever comes next.

Just in case something does.



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Interzone / Living Taoism.
« on: February 14, 2014, 08:05:54 PM »
I had almost forgotten about the word 'taoism'.
Because taoism - to me - is the means, and not the end.
It is Reality, laid out, for those unable to see.
But like any collection of words, it describes something, as opposed to being what it describes.

This is why so many people see taoism as something to memorize and quote back to others, for various reasons, none of which have anything to do with taoism.

Taoism is a way of being. A way of life. A context against which one may successfully live one's life.
The words themselves are only words. Meaningless noises, to those unable to connect the dots to form a comprehensive picture of how things work.

The universe works. It is an eternal system that slowly changes, coming and going, enabling everything within it to live, or not live, according to its nature. It is boundless, which is why scientists have such a hard time measuring it. It is inexplicable, which is why scientists have such a hard time explaining it.

The only thing a human needs to know is that the universe IS, and that it WORKS.
Knowing that, one must only then discover how to function within it.
This pursuit is known as 'living', and this is what taoism is about.
Taoism is a guide to living, and for taoism to have any meaning, it must be lived.

So, to anyone who questions where the taoism went, it went nowhere. It is everywhere. Always.
But one does well not to dwell on the doing.
The real magic lies in the not-doing.
Or, as taoism so mysteriously (and so accurately) puts it:
Doing not-doing.








 

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