(October 9, 2013 at 11:07 am)enrico Wrote:(October 7, 2013 at 4:49 pm)Esquilax Wrote: And you are never going to get an answer that isn't a series of vaguely mystical non sequiturs followed by undeserved superiority and condescension.
You are the evidence that the cosmic mind exist and that he create the universe.
You want to go ahead all the time.
You may not know where this progress will take you but nevertheless you keep on going ahead.
You want to learn something all the time whether you study at the uni or just by being here in this forum.
Slowly slowly you will learn that theories will take you nowhere so you will want to do something practical to advance more and more.
You also will learn that progress within this physical arena is a pure illusion as the negative will prevent real progress so you will search elsewhere.
You also will learn that all your learning and you degree of consciousness can not die with your physical body and that your body is none but a shell.
Slowly slowly you will understand and distinguish between reality and illusion.
All this does not come in a flesh.
You got to do the hard work first.
Only after this you will start to understand how all the system works.
In the meantime is all blur and confused so do not expect to understand at this point in time.
Do the hard work first like all those who in the past wanted to know and then you will know.
And you offer up zero reason to believe any of that
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
