RE: The monopoly manual and holy books.
November 17, 2014 at 8:49 pm
(This post was last modified: November 17, 2014 at 8:52 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(November 17, 2014 at 8:44 pm)Rhythm Wrote:(November 17, 2014 at 8:40 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Yeah but they all have different bibles and apocrypha anyway, so why wouldnt it be valid to think of them as different games/religions.I do think of them as different religions, lol - I just don't push that viewpoint much. There's a definite point in american history where the group re-branded itself as perceptual monolith. They didn't actually work out the differences between their religions, they just realized that they would need solidarity (or at least to be perceived as having such) to survive the changing social environment.
If I could remember the title...........I'll get back to you on this, maybe..lol
The second great waking? Or maybe that moment where they heard Robert Ingersoll and quietly thought 'Oh. FUCK!"
(November 17, 2014 at 8:48 pm)MysticKnight Wrote: It may not have to do with clarity but dealing with the subject. In case of a monopoly book, it's something trivial...it's not complicated. But living life is complicated, and people would want to twist certain words regardless of their religion to suit their desires in how they want to live and take ideological stances.
So I feel this is an invalid comparison.
Okay, then how come the teaching of epicurius are also much less contradictory and open to intrepretation when he was dealing with a similiar topic with a even more nuanced mindset? Also given that all we know of his works are either from critics or compilations done by authors long after he died.
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.
