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Interzone / To Civilize or not to Civilize...
« on: May 21, 2013, 09:19:28 PM »
Is civilization a good thing?
Or is barbarism better?
If safety, stability and comfort are the goal, then civilization is the way to go.
Or is it?
If nature, vitality, and sudden extinction are the goal, barbarism is the way to go.
Or is it?

Barbarians need little looking-after, while civilized peoples do.
Barbarians periodically decimate each other, while civilized peoples produce ever more long-term examples of themselves.

Weeds are virtually indestructible, and actually perform an important function, outside of human preferences.
Whereas flowers and lawns are fragile things, requiring constant oversight.

Viruses are probably useless, as far as anyone knows.
Anything that exterminates its own support-system, and consequently itself, isn't much use.
Or is it?


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Interzone / Collapsed New Desks.
« on: May 17, 2013, 07:38:05 PM »
Here at the buzzing offices of ANUS, we are having trouble with the new flat-pack desks we decided to buy, to support the many important projects we work on.
It seems that very little of the new stuff that has replaced the reliable old stuff, is fit for purpose.
Somewhere around nine sheets of paper is all it takes to collapse these new desks.
And, of couse, you never, ever, want to rest your elbows on them.
A sign of the times...

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Interzone / Zen and the art of archery.
« on: May 17, 2013, 03:30:19 AM »
I moved my archery target, a few days ago, from the garden, out into the woods, to gain more range and tidy up the garden. I can stand off up to seventy yards now.
That's a good long way, for a longbow, and still be able to hit reasonably accurately, although it would be nothing special for a compound bow. But I only have a recurve and a longbow, being the traditionalist I am.

Straw bales are a great arrow-stopper, although it remains to be seen if the deer will eat them.
Over the bales I have a two-foot-square hessian bag full of synthetic roofing paper, all screwed up into a fairly solid medium, inside the bag. And a nine-inch roundel marked on the front for an aiming point.

I hadn't shot an arrow in many months, but, astonishingly, my first arrow hit the bull, at about sixty yards.
This is astonishing for a number of reasons, but it is a phenomenon I have seen several times. That first arrow is, more often than not, the most accurate one of all. And why would that be?

I can only surmise that the first shot is concerned only with finding the range, elevation-wise, and by not caring where it hits, it unintentionally gets to be the best shot. I couldn't believe my eyes. The second shot was almost as accurate, about two inches right. And all following shots fell into the predictable groove of reasonably accurate, in a loose group, with one or two low misses.

Zen, at work. Dispense with desire, and unlikely results occur.


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Interzone / Inspiration.
« on: May 15, 2013, 09:12:59 PM »
I write often, here, and on other forums and blogs. I often say quite strange things.
Mostly, by the comments that follow what I write, I see that what I write is largely misunderstood.
Not just in its content, but in its motivation.
Many hold the opinion that 'it is all about me', or that I seek some kind of praise.
But this is never the case.
So what am I doing, anyway?

I've been around a long, long time. I started from nothing, or possibly even less than nothing, abandoned very early, the kind of life lived by most others, and set out to explore the world, and life itself.
I've had many experiences that few ever have, and discovered things, first-hand, that most others only read about, or see in movies. I've learned an awful lot from all this.

One of the very odd things I notice about responses to what I write, is that many see those things as uninteresting, boring, or out and out lies. As ego, or narcissism, when they are nothing of the sort. I could get quite discouraged by all this, if it were not for the occasional private messages and emails that tell me how inspiring my words often are, by people who rarely comment, preferring to dispense with the gratuitous abuse that commenting so often rewards the commenter with.

No. I write what I write, because it is interesting, unusual, or even unknown. If it wasn't, why would I bother writing at all? I have stuff important enough to share. And I am one who naturally shares important enough things, simply because I can.
I hope, I suppose, to inspire. This means to supply food for thought, for consideration, for wonderment and question, to take a reader from where they are, to where they are not yet. To stretch the bounds of their own experience.

This is neither teaching, nor preaching. It certainly isn't anything to do with self-aggrandizement, as is so often claimed. It is what it is: real life experience of things rarely, if ever, experienced, especially by the young. The kind of things only experienced over many years and in the face of many dangers. If ever.

Inspiration is something few understand, in today's society. It suggests a giving, rather than a taking. An investment in time, and in imagination. A journey one may embark on, simply to see where it goes. And so what if it goes nowhere? A life is a very, very long affair, even when it is short. There is time to investigate possible cul-de-sacs, because until those places are investigated, who knows what might lie there, undiscovered?

You only know what you know. There is always more than you know, that you don't yet know. But you'll never know it if you only judge things as right, or wrong, by what you know now. 

So you're intelligent. So what? What does that mean? What use is it?
What are you going to do with it?

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Interzone / Reaction speed.
« on: May 15, 2013, 02:01:00 AM »
There is a buzz around the internet about high reaction speed being related to IQ.
The swifter one's reactions are, the higher the IQ is supposed to be.
This is of interest to me, because I have super fast reactions.

For example, driving with my wife, at night, on an island loaded with deer, one must often take evasive action with almost no advance notice. Before my wife has even registered anything deer-shaped, I am on the brakes, and the car safely stopped, or almost stopped. This amazes her, but is inconsequential to me. I expect deer, and prepare, accordingly.

Some years ago, I was working at a Club Med, in Mexico, and one of the inane pastimes employed by the staff to entertain the guests, went like this...
Suspend a twelve-inch ruler, at chest-height, between thumb and index finger, by its twelve-end, with the one-end facing the floor. 
Have the guest prepare to catch the ruler by placing their open thumb and index finger at the one-mark.
Randomly drop the ruler, with no warning.
Observe how glacially slow peoples' reaction times are.

Most would fail to catch the ruler at all, while a few managed to grasp it at about ten or eleven inches.
I could routinely grab it at one inch, or - at most - two.

You might try this, yourself, if you can come up with another willing body. It is illuminating. But here's a tip that will certainly help: You'll do much better if you can completely relax. And this, I imagine, also enhances intellect.
Neither preempt, nor stress-out.
Zero to sixty, outside of time :)




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Interzone / Eekwallitee-shmolitee.
« on: May 14, 2013, 07:12:43 PM »
Today is a big day in British Columbia.
We all get to vote for which left-wing party we want to wreck our province.
We are spoiled for choice:
a: The New Democratic Party: the termite socialists.
b: The Liberal Party: The fractionally not-so-left of the far-left.
c: The Conservative Party: who "believe in the equality of all people".
d: The Marxist-Leninist Party: who still don't know those two are long dead.
e: The Green Party: who make even less sense than the others.

Wow. This is the day I finally decided not to vote for anyone. Ever again.
So there.

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Interzone / What are you like?
« on: May 14, 2013, 04:40:41 PM »
In colloquial English, especially northern Ireland, "What are you like?" means you're an idiot.
But I digress...

Do you like yourself?
Or are you so appalled by the way you are, that you superimpose a fabricated ego over the real you?
Do you know who the real you is?
What are you really like?

I realized, one day, that I simply couldn't live with who I was, any more, and set out to become someone I liked.
It was easier than I had thought.
I started by sweeping away the dishonesty.
And the rest just did itself.

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Interzone / Sharing.
« on: April 28, 2013, 05:15:48 PM »
There are roving bands of riff-raff where I live, who drink, smoke and mope their days away, between welfare checks, food-bank days, and break-and-enters, down at at the local cafe. My wife and I used to chat with them, for a while.
The idea of sharing often came up. It went something like this:

Riff-raff: "The rich should share their stuff with the poor. They have lots of stuff."
Me: "If they shared their stuff with you, what would you share with them? Resentment and jealousy?"

I didn't pursue that activity for long. But, since they sometimes asked f I had any work, I offered a few of them a bit of that. I have lots of work. I still do. Because, even though I paid them well, and my wife fed them, and very little output was actually expected of them, they still managed to produce nothing but resentment and jealousy.

Sharing suggests a give and take. Give something to someone, and get given something in return.
Strangely, such an arrangement already exists. It's called capitalism. You give your time, and get money in return.
The only real stipulation is that your time gets used for producing something approximately equal to the value of the money being paid to you. It's Rocket Science. Riff-raff are unable to grasp the concept.






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Interzone / Karma.
« on: April 27, 2013, 08:02:29 PM »
I like wasps. Maybe I like them because they are incredibly, foolishly, suicidally brave.
They will take on anything at all; wolverines on steroids.
So I never kill wasps.
Except, a year or so ago, when I had to dig out an old tree stump, in preparation for building a carport.
A wasp warned me off, as I dug. It became more and more threatening, the more I dug and dug.
But I needed that stump gone, and so I ignored the wasp and carried on.
Until it became so insistent that I retired, hurrying across the lawn, while it relentlessly followed me.
The fool thing became stuck inside my glove, between glove and wrist, whereupon it stung me.

Well. When I get hurt, I get angry, and man, that hurt!
Before I knew I'd done it, the wasp was dead...

I've felt bad, ever since, for killing that wasp. It was an expert in bushido, and I regretted having had to off it.
Bad for my karma, too, I imagined, and golly, what price would I have to pay for that?

And suddenly I realized:
If there is such a thing as karma, then surely it doesn't just apply to humans.
It applies to every living thing. Wasps too.
No matter how well-armed one is, and however justified in one's actions, there are consequences to one's actions.
Take on something thousands of times your size, and those consequences are likely to be unpleasant.

Perhaps, as my wife reminded me, that wasp was the reincarnation of an especially ornery human.
Some characters just never learn.

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Interzone / What's in it for me???
« on: April 24, 2013, 09:26:08 PM »
If you approach everything you do, think, want and experience, from the perspective of "what's in it for me?" then you are in all respects normal. This could well be described as what humans do.
But what if something you discovered, explained itself to you as "it was never about you, and never will be"?
I suggest that this state is indeed possible to experience and realize.

People go after what ever they go after for personal gain. Especially so-called 'altruists'.
This is what motivates the religious, the political, the entrepreneurs, the welfare-cases; almost everybody, in fact.

I have discovered that riches beyond measure come to those who are able to step outside of 'whats in it for me', and instead to go forth in a state of complete humility, vis-a-vis life.


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Interzone / Philosophy vs. Wisdom.
« on: April 24, 2013, 08:45:46 PM »
Wisdom = observing what things actually are, and living in a way that is based upon those observations.
Philosophy = observing things in terms of how the philosopher imagines they should be, and writing vast volumes about it.

Student of wisdom = one who seeks to understand the currently incomprehensible.
Student of philosophy = one who seeks to impress others with how much he 'knows'.

Sage = one who has observed enough of life without superimposing his own judgments upon it, to know WTF is going on.
Philosopher = one who has succeeded in finding fault with almost everything except himself.

It is easy to see how short a step it is from philosophy to ideology. The religion of how things should be, and the enforcement of that view upon everybody else.
Thus it is also easy to see how wisdom can become vastly unpopular, in the latent threat it seems to pose to ideology.

Wisdom = the quiet assimilation, into one's own life, of timeless natural principles.
Philosophy = the strident harangue for everybody to act in the arbitrary fashion of the moment.

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Interzone / Quantum life.
« on: April 22, 2013, 05:22:59 AM »
Leftists see so little value in life that they prefer to become artificial life.
They have dispensed with God, along with anything that gives life meaning or purpose.
Unable to see anything but themselves in human form, all they see is humans.
As if nothing else existed, or had any value.

They are a virus on the earth, engulfing every living thing, and sucking the life from it.

I am a quantum particle:
I wear a body, but I am not that body.
I have a mind, but I am not that mind.
I am a quantum particle.
Infinitely small. Infinitely powerful. Infinite.
I am this way, because I must be. All living things know it, and gather to me.
Only the non-living - the artificial - do not.

I will fight those non-living artificials for as long as my body endures, because life is battle.
This is good and right. The cosmos is a violent and relentless place. It is what it is.
I am a protector of all living things, as all living things protect me.
Life is the vessel of unlimited potential. It is all and everything.

Like all quantum particles, I am this, I am that, and everything else too, in every state, at any time.
That is what I am.

What are you?

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Interzone / The Great Secret.
« on: April 11, 2013, 05:59:48 PM »
Have you ever wondered what the Great Secret is?
I'll tell you.
The Great Secret is that there isn't one.
That is all you need to know.


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Interzone / Da Gamez...
« on: April 10, 2013, 02:56:58 PM »
I imagine most of you play some games on your seriously overpowered computers.
Because, apart from hoarding music, gazing at porn, and hurling abuse at people you will never meet, what else is a computer any good for?
It might be interesting to hear if anyone actually does have any other valid uses :)
But I digress...

It was Guild Wars, for me, before its graphics faded from cutting-edge into antiquated. But I got really tired of hordes of monsters trying to kill me every five paces. And before that, it was aerial combat simulators, because I've always had an inexplicable interest in warbirds.
But now - for now - it is Skyrim.
I just love wandering in the vast reaches of ancient nordic forests and mountains. Cold and snow. Random danger. Beautifully rendered and immersive. Now I do it all on horseback.

Strangely, all my characters are female, along with all the NPCs I've made as followers, and I've often wondered about this. But of course, the answer is obvious, once you see it:
I'd far rather be seeing stunning females on the screen, than brute men :)





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Interzone / The Treatment Room.
« on: April 09, 2013, 12:29:14 AM »
It has been suggested that there are some members who might be labouring under the unbearable stresses of what passes for modern society, and might actually be so dependent upon this very forum, that banning them for their occasional lunatic outbursts might put them at risk of suicide. Or worse!

This bemused me, at first, because when somebody is so observably useless, popular opinion hereabouts would hold that euthanasia would be the best route to take.

Ignoring that philosophical discrepancy, for now, I decided it would be a worthy addition to the forum to have a place where the temporarily unbalanced could have a really, really good rant.
Ranting can be good, apparently, in some therapeutic way, and so here it is:

Please refrain from defacing the rest of the site, because if you do, there will be no coming back.
But feel free to curse, defame, sling the shit, and otherwise make a real nuisance of yourself, if you feel the need.
Just remember, that if you must do this, do it here.

This facility is brought to you, courtesy of Villain Of The Week: Umbrage.
Sadly no longer with us.

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