TheReal seems pissed that we're so happy. I'm attributing that to the fact that he/she "chose" Judaism - which as any "raised" Jew will tell you is not something you'd choose on the basis of whatever supposed merits the religion has or the happiness you'll get out of it. I mean, I commend Jews for not proselytizing, but the fact is that Judaism doesn't have shit all to offer, so they don't advertise, and so now I'm thinking this dude just has a huge wish to flagellate him/herself but doesn't want to go so far as to pull out the whips and chains and do the job.
Hey guy...when you were figuring out how the universe and this planet came about...your series of events seems to be following a path more fucked up than the magic Kennedy bullet.
Don't have a god. I don't worship happiness. I get on my knees for two things only, and one of them involves gardening gloves. Which, incidentally, is the reason I wouldn't forsake humanity (okay, maybe humanity, but not reality) for VR.
Did mommy forget to hide her copy of Blade Runner from you again?
Exactly HOW in the FUCK does Judaism give you some sort of purpose? I suppose all the laws makes it so you're too busy remembering whether you followed or broke one or the other to give a shit about anything else.
I don't know much of anything more real than having sex. In fact, it's so real that the emotions and feelings it inspires scare the shit out of most people and we spend lots of time creating fake social and religious constructs about it in order to control it.
Doin' it doggy style with someone you like to get sweaty with: real. Making yourself get married first (so we can start a family!!!1!) to have some sort of illusionary sexual control: fake.
I was going to say a bunch of intelligent things about your OP but it appears it was already deconstructed by our new present, resident philosopher. So instead...
Here you go, Rhythm. I know you love me and want to give me a big sloppy kiss now.
The dolls are prophesying...
(November 27, 2011 at 6:05 pm)TheReal Wrote: You believe that light became conscious - how is that not a fairy tale?
Hey guy...when you were figuring out how the universe and this planet came about...your series of events seems to be following a path more fucked up than the magic Kennedy bullet.
(November 27, 2011 at 6:05 pm)TheReal Wrote: My point is that because happiness is your God you'll forsake humanity in order to live in a virtual reality world indistinguishable from a drug.
Don't have a god. I don't worship happiness. I get on my knees for two things only, and one of them involves gardening gloves. Which, incidentally, is the reason I wouldn't forsake humanity (okay, maybe humanity, but not reality) for VR.
(November 27, 2011 at 6:24 pm)TheReal Wrote: You will become a machine - mark my word. We'll see what's 'real' at that point.
Did mommy forget to hide her copy of Blade Runner from you again?
(November 27, 2011 at 6:30 pm)TheReal Wrote: How is it waking up in the morning knowing your life serves no purpose? That you go around chasing your primitive desires, to have sex, to get stuff. What a boring, fake existence. Seriously, tell me what's more real. Giving yourself to the Lord in a life long pursuit of goodness, caring about the community, having a family - or following the atheist European model of vapidity?
Exactly HOW in the FUCK does Judaism give you some sort of purpose? I suppose all the laws makes it so you're too busy remembering whether you followed or broke one or the other to give a shit about anything else.
I don't know much of anything more real than having sex. In fact, it's so real that the emotions and feelings it inspires scare the shit out of most people and we spend lots of time creating fake social and religious constructs about it in order to control it.
Doin' it doggy style with someone you like to get sweaty with: real. Making yourself get married first (so we can start a family!!!1!) to have some sort of illusionary sexual control: fake.
I was going to say a bunch of intelligent things about your OP but it appears it was already deconstructed by our new present, resident philosopher. So instead...
Here you go, Rhythm. I know you love me and want to give me a big sloppy kiss now.
The dolls are prophesying...