These two girls, Memory and Desire, they were my girls. I loved them, cherished them, but they did me wrong. They were always fighting over my attention, getting me all fucked up. Worse, when I gave them the attention they wanted, all they wanted to do was make me feel like shit. So I slit Memory's throat...that bitch had to go first. She liked to warp everything I said and turn it back on me. After she was dusted, Desire liked to warp all my instincts and turn them back on me. So I slit that bitches throat. I mourned for a while. Then it came to me that I still got Presence. She's a good woman, never does me raw. She doesn't demand anything from me, doesn't fight over me...but she'll stand up for me when I'm right, and let me figure out my own mistakes when I'm wrong. She's quiet, too...barely speaks. She's not pushy, either...barely asks anything of me. I love Presence...she's all I'll ever need.

Thanks Occam...I'd have never slit those bitches throats without your blade. I'd have never seen that Presence was the girl for me.

So now you exist without desire and memory?

If I took presence from you would you desire her back? Would you even remember her?

And again you lie. Just fucking say it, you no good liar!

So now you exist without desire and memory?

If I took presence from you would you desire her back? Would you even remember her?



What is you want me to say? It is a simple observation derived from your simple story. Are you unable to address it?

These two girls, Memory and Desire, they were my girls. I loved them, cherished them, but they did me wrong. They were always fighting over my attention, getting me all fucked up. Worse, when I gave them the attention they wanted, all they wanted to do was make me feel like shit. So I slit Memory's throat...that bitch had to go first. She liked to warp everything I said and turn it back on me. After she was dusted, Desire liked to warp all my instincts and turn them back on me. So I slit that bitches throat. I mourned for a while. Then it came to me that I still got Presence. She's a good woman, never does me raw. She doesn't demand anything from me, doesn't fight over me...but she'll stand up for me when I'm right, and let me figure out my own mistakes when I'm wrong. She's quiet, too...barely speaks. She's not pushy, either...barely asks anything of me. I love Presence...she's all I'll ever need.

Thanks Occam...I'd have never slit those bitches throats without your blade. I'd have never seen that Presence was the girl for me.

Of course she is silent. She's scared shitless that you'll slit her throat also.;)

When you clicked the link to this thread you had something to say in its pure form. What would be so bad about just saying what you wanted to instead of warping it into a question regarding my post? You don't give a shit what my answers to those questions are...you're trying to prove your notion correct and that is all.

Of course she is silent. She's scared shitless that you'll slit her throat also.;)

Yeah, she's a wise one. :)

When you clicked the link to this thread you had something to say in its pure form. What would be so bad about just saying what you wanted to instead of warping it into a question regarding my post? You don't give a shit what my answers to those questions are...you're trying to prove your notion correct and that is all.

When I clicked the link I had no idea what I was going to say until I read your post. Then I made a simple observation and posted it and you seem to be freaking out.

I am not even sure what your notion is, so cannot simply be trying to prove mine correct.

I honestly, had spotted a flaw in your story, pointed it out, and still am waiting for a response. I would honestly like to know how you address this alleged flaw. So please quit stalling and telling me I meant to say something else and warped it into this question, and just answer the question or admit you cannot.

There is no flaw. It says the past and future are useless. The rest is pointless extrapolation for the purpose of humor. If you don't find it funny, oh well. Happy, I answered your bullshit? I bet not.

Yes, I am happy you answered. It was desire that threw me. Memory I can see as representing past, and I now see how you mean for desire to represent future, and it is pretty clever.

My observation that you cannot distinguish present without either past or future is still relevant, seeing as how this could be a topic of much debate. This in and of itself could prove the past and future are not useless.

I do get the point of your story, however, and for what it is worth I do rather like it.

You do need past and future to realize their uselessness...but if you're in the present, you don't need to realize their uselessness, thus they are useless.

very foolish.

That really just made me think of the Everlast song 'Babylon Feeling.'

I love the title. Makes me feel badass, like I'm slaughtering wrong beliefs by the hundreds, knee-deep in the gore of falsehoods, razor flickering in the light of Truth as I cleanse my mind of lies and unrighteousness! :mad: :mad: :mad:

...that said, I don't see how Occam's Razor applies to the story.

I love the title. Makes me feel badass, like I'm slaughtering wrong beliefs by the hundreds, knee-deep in the gore of falsehoods, razor flickering in the light of Truth as I cleanse my mind of lies and unrighteousness! :mad: :mad: :mad:



Lawl!:D

You do need past and future to realize their uselessness...but if you're in the present, you don't need to realize their uselessness, thus they are useless.

In your present form your past is not useless, and having goals to attain in the future is not without it's use.

Your present form is nothing more than a culmination of your past experience. Indeed, every way you relate to the world in the present is DIRECTLY influenced by your past experience. The fact that you can read what I am saying and respond by writing is attributed to your past.

Without thinking of the future, would you be in or near a bathroom when you shat? Would you even have a bathroom or sanitation measures? These things require planning. You would not plant crops of food to eat through the barren and desolate winter. You would not even build a waterproof shelter for the future winter that is coming. I picture you existing in the present, freezing your ass off, trying to find food, shelter and food.

You can never fully exist solely in the present. If you did you would be akin to a newborn baby with zero knowledge, who aspires to nothing and plans for nothing.

These two girls, Memory and Desire, they were my girls. I loved them, cherished them, but they did me wrong. They were always fighting over my attention, getting me all fucked up. Worse, when I gave them the attention they wanted, all they wanted to do was make me feel like shit. So I slit Memory's throat...that bitch had to go first. She liked to warp everything I said and turn it back on me. After she was dusted, Desire liked to warp all my instincts and turn them back on me. So I slit that bitches throat. I mourned for a while. Then it came to me that I still got Presence. She's a good woman, never does me raw. She doesn't demand anything from me, doesn't fight over me...but she'll stand up for me when I'm right, and let me figure out my own mistakes when I'm wrong. She's quiet, too...barely speaks. She's not pushy, either...barely asks anything of me. I love Presence...she's all I'll ever need.

Thanks Occam...I'd have never slit those bitches throats without your blade. I'd have never seen that Presence was the girl for me.
Am I the only asshole who doesn't get this story because I'm feeling like a complete retard and I hate feeling like that.

Seriously man I'm fucking lost.

This is why trust plays the biggest role in living in the present.

Life takes good care of those who stick with it. It has done so for me; that is my experience, and that which I rely upon. My instincts for eating, sleeping, socializing, and more work plenty well without my desire to fulfill them. I eat when hungry, sleep when tired, talk when lonely, and so on. I don't have to think anything of food, or rest, or communication: the mind does these things without any willful effort on my part. These actions are programmed into me from birth, express themselves as they are designed to, and fulfill themselves as they are designed to: there is no need nor desire for planning. When instincts alone are insufficient, do not slip into the future and dream of what to do; have patience until life presents a circumstance in which the instincts are sufficient. It is my experience that letting my instincts operate as they are programmed to leads not only to a more relaxing and peaceful life, but frees up an incredible amount of space in my mind that's spent fretting 'what do I do next?'

This empty space, is then spent in just observing the beauty of life: people, plants, animals, landscapes, the heavens, song, dance, and all else.

I can't read because of the past: I can read and reply to you because of the present, in which my instincts utilize stored information. Yes, already gathered. Yet never needing to be thought of or pondered in order to be used. The linguistic instincts will effortlessly come forth with words that express their function and meaning without me necessarily understanding what I'm typing. If I like to, I may go back and read what I've typed in the effort to understand my instincts, but all I really need to know is that they will (with the support of the world around me) carry me to the end.

I'm more observer than anything. I have a job, home, friends, etc...and I've done nothing to get any of them. I just let my body and mind do what it does and it all works. I don't sit and plan, don't sit and reminisce. It's all good right here and now, and always will be. For myself, at least. Perhaps you do feel the need to hold to the past and future...but I think that's because you don't trust your instincts to fulfill your desires. You should slit that bitches throat...all she does is lie. "This will make you happy." "And this." "And do this to get it." "And this." Then, when you listen to her, you create some drama, and Memory chimes in with: "Why'd you listen to her?" "You idiot!" "Look how you hurt them?" Presence just says this: "Just be who you are and enjoy the experience." She's a good woman for me.

Can you truly not grasp that every way you relate to the world in the present is DIRECTLY influenced by your past experience?

Can you not understand that your future self will be shaped and molded by things you experience in the present, that will soon become past?

You have a job and do not think of the future? You wonder around in the present at all times and just seem to arrive at work on time without even planning on it? What's more is I assume you arrive in proper attire.

You got a house and did not plan on getting it? Why do I even speak with you, this is obviously as full of shit as your story of actually meeting face to face with God.

BP, I am who I am. I'm who I've been my entire life. From birth to death I do not change.

You seem to think instincts require action on my part in order to work. I will wake up without trying, go through the day without trying, and go to sleep without trying. I could plan to do these things...but my plans would not vary a single bit from what my instincts already take care of. And if my plans did vary, I wouldn't be able to meet them because they are not within me. There is no need to plan; instincts break into actions whether they are formed into thoughts or not. I don't need to plan on feeding myself; I will simply feed myself when the instinct to feed does its job.