I_Like_Traffic_Lights
2003-06-13, 19:05
I feel to understand God and everything you have to take all things, all religions into consideration. Take all the prophets and listen to what they're saying not the words they said. (if that doesn't make sense to you Ha Ha) You can't just ignore everything that's been done before you and assume you know what there is to know. Every moment that's been a moment before the moment that is now is a building block to the next moment. Human existance as a whole progresses slowly through the progression of lives experienced before them. With each person you meet you take a little bit of their existence with you as you leave a bit or yours with them.
Think of the grand scheme of human conciousness as a pyramid, each thought being a brick. You can't build on top of nothing, just as you can't lay down the same brick twice and expect to accomplish something. Everything must be perfectly balanced and placed. There must have been someone who thought there must be something after we die. Afterwards must have been a thought on there must be a reason for this cycle of life and death. Standing on that someone must have come to the conclusion that there was something greater then ourselves to create that we may create. Then someone must have progressed on that though to call it God and the he didn't create us but everything. So on and So forth, your idle thoughts are the echoes of millions of souls experiencing the experience before you.
Language being the mysterious mistress that she is I've probably thouroughly confused some. For those that understand what I'm talking about, let us attempt to understand eachother so that we may understand ourselves. Offer me your thoughts on these and any other points you may take into consideration.
We're all "crazy" as the comprehension of the word goes. Manic-Depressive, anything Skitzo-dillusional, all of them are just names to help classify people and teach them to ignore the "bad thoughts" so that they can be more productive members of society. Which leaves the riddle of who is the more productive. The one who toils thoughtlessly for a reward that is concrete, or the one who denies the prize of the "real" world to piece together the enigma of life. In the immortal words of Homer Simpson "What is Mind, no matter. What is matter, nevermind."
Think of life as a couple of interlocing figure 8s, sort of like the dancing electrons of an atom. You travel from peak to peak, inbetween to peaks and closer to the center you just desire the next peak, till you arrive and begin to loop towards the next peak. It even shows up in simple things such as the weather, most people love the spring time they're at the peak of beauty. They can not stop time, however, so it lurches onward to summer where it becomes feverishly hot. They sweat, they fatigue, they become parched, but work through it. The peak is gone and behind us. Sometime they remember how beautiful the autumn is, the lovely colors, the cool breeze, the tranquility. The flow towards the next peak has begun, until it is reached and past and the harsh winter arives. Round and round, even in simpler things such as eating. You're hungry, you're starving, your favorite food suddenly becomes a drug. Mouth-watering, only form of satisfaction. Devouring your delicacy you reach your peak. As time lurches forward you digest, you use your energy, you become hungry once more. Also with breathing, your heart beat, your lifetime as a whole, your deathtime for that matter. Cycles and loops, perfectly balanced so that you may never know it goes on.
There are no sharp edges, go ahead try and find one. If you look close enough you'll see that it rounds off. Sharpness is just less rounded off, but it's still round in the end. I believe I heard that from someone here, but I examined it and found it to be true. Elaborating on that, since everything life comes about from the conciousness behind all conciousness, I've figured that God (or life if you don't believe in God) put that in there secretly as the message of there's no point to anything. When I figured that out I laughed and laughed.
Why do people feel the need to say YOUR name when leaving a message on your answering machine, but feel that addressing themselves as "me" is sufficiant?
Will I wake up some day?
Think of the grand scheme of human conciousness as a pyramid, each thought being a brick. You can't build on top of nothing, just as you can't lay down the same brick twice and expect to accomplish something. Everything must be perfectly balanced and placed. There must have been someone who thought there must be something after we die. Afterwards must have been a thought on there must be a reason for this cycle of life and death. Standing on that someone must have come to the conclusion that there was something greater then ourselves to create that we may create. Then someone must have progressed on that though to call it God and the he didn't create us but everything. So on and So forth, your idle thoughts are the echoes of millions of souls experiencing the experience before you.
Language being the mysterious mistress that she is I've probably thouroughly confused some. For those that understand what I'm talking about, let us attempt to understand eachother so that we may understand ourselves. Offer me your thoughts on these and any other points you may take into consideration.
We're all "crazy" as the comprehension of the word goes. Manic-Depressive, anything Skitzo-dillusional, all of them are just names to help classify people and teach them to ignore the "bad thoughts" so that they can be more productive members of society. Which leaves the riddle of who is the more productive. The one who toils thoughtlessly for a reward that is concrete, or the one who denies the prize of the "real" world to piece together the enigma of life. In the immortal words of Homer Simpson "What is Mind, no matter. What is matter, nevermind."
Think of life as a couple of interlocing figure 8s, sort of like the dancing electrons of an atom. You travel from peak to peak, inbetween to peaks and closer to the center you just desire the next peak, till you arrive and begin to loop towards the next peak. It even shows up in simple things such as the weather, most people love the spring time they're at the peak of beauty. They can not stop time, however, so it lurches onward to summer where it becomes feverishly hot. They sweat, they fatigue, they become parched, but work through it. The peak is gone and behind us. Sometime they remember how beautiful the autumn is, the lovely colors, the cool breeze, the tranquility. The flow towards the next peak has begun, until it is reached and past and the harsh winter arives. Round and round, even in simpler things such as eating. You're hungry, you're starving, your favorite food suddenly becomes a drug. Mouth-watering, only form of satisfaction. Devouring your delicacy you reach your peak. As time lurches forward you digest, you use your energy, you become hungry once more. Also with breathing, your heart beat, your lifetime as a whole, your deathtime for that matter. Cycles and loops, perfectly balanced so that you may never know it goes on.
There are no sharp edges, go ahead try and find one. If you look close enough you'll see that it rounds off. Sharpness is just less rounded off, but it's still round in the end. I believe I heard that from someone here, but I examined it and found it to be true. Elaborating on that, since everything life comes about from the conciousness behind all conciousness, I've figured that God (or life if you don't believe in God) put that in there secretly as the message of there's no point to anything. When I figured that out I laughed and laughed.
Why do people feel the need to say YOUR name when leaving a message on your answering machine, but feel that addressing themselves as "me" is sufficiant?
Will I wake up some day?