RE: What the hell is "hell"? why do humans go to hell ?
January 23, 2013 at 8:32 pm
(This post was last modified: January 23, 2013 at 8:33 pm by Violet.)
(January 23, 2013 at 5:19 pm)AtlasS Wrote: Change your ideas quickly, or he will come to get you, screaming
Why should I change my ideas? What are my ideas anyway?
Quote:Chess players disagree.
Programmers (like me) would also disagree.
See.. that's just the thing. In a human's little world, things sometimes happen as they expect. But since humans see so little of the cosmos, I'd liken their ability to foresee their future to that of earthworms.
Quote:I have a high self esteem, people around me think I'm arrogant (which is true, to some level), but I put my head on the ground five times a day for god.
I don't think I'm poor in comparison with the people ; but with god it's a different story.
Good for you, maggot You must be lucky if you're not poor, statistics indicate that the majority of your species is.
Quote:Gangsta rap is the art of saying 500,000 words in a minute, describing all the shapes of booties a certain person has shagged, also another 100000 words in 30 seconds describing how badass you are.
That's pretty impressive, here I didn't know humans could speak so quickly. These individuals must be the paragons of your societies.
Quote:But it changes according to "whom the slaver is".
Stupid example :
Muslim slaves were able to reach the royal court & even rule. They did actually ; the Mamluks (arabic word for "the slaves" ).
While american slaves (africans) were ; well, Uncle Tom.
Astonishing example :
Slavery to god.
No, it still doesn't change, silly boy. Again: you're using the treatment of slaves to designate whether they are or are not slaves... when again: it is irrelevant, since a slave is an owned being. I don't care if your master treats you like the queen of england, if you are owned by your master: you remain his slave.
Quote:I'll answer that tomorrow, I want to sleep.
You'll answer something? I wasn't aware you had the capacity
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day