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What if people have absolutely no idea what they are talking about when attempting to answer the most basic questions of life, namely, what the heck is this?

No one has ever been alive before, so what the heck do you think you know? and what makes you believe any of what you say and think is actually true?

Are people just making things up as they go along agreeing to agree with each other?

How can we ever be free of other peoples mental constructs about anything?

Everyone’s got the same box of crayons.

no they don't

-Imp

Dontaskme wrote:What if people have absolutely no idea what they are talking about when attempting to answer the most basic questions of life, namely, what the heck is this?

No one has ever been alive before, so what the heck do you think you know? and what makes you believe any of what you say and think is actually true?

Are people just making things up as they go along agreeing to agree with each other?

How can we ever be free of other peoples mental constructs about anything?

Why are you even asking these questions if no one has ever been alive? Who are you asking? Maybe it is you that has no idea what they are talking about.

Impenitent wrote:no they don't

-Imp

Sure we do.

A full palette the full picture does not require.

Dontaskme wrote:
No one has ever been alive before,

Trajk Logik wrote:Why are you even asking these questions if no one has ever been alive? Who are you asking? Maybe it is you that has no idea what they are talking about.

I said ..no one has ever been alive before.

The ''You'' never arrived, only the word...every word is theoretical, empty of principle.

Walker wrote:

Impenitent wrote:no they don't

-Imp

Sure we do.

A full palette the full picture does not require.

only for shades of grey; moreover, biologically, each brain is unique...

-Imp

Impenitent wrote:

Walker wrote: A full palette the full picture does not require.

only for shades of grey; moreover, biologically, each brain is unique...

-Imp

A chubby little hand reaches into the crayon box and takes what crayons the design of itself can grasp. When it gets bigger, hand ornaments, gloves, injury, neglect, hangnails and other factors can affect the grip.

Flippers also reach into that same crayon box. Flippers take the shape of crayon that fits the design of the flipper, just as did the chubby little hand.

Paws, claws, hoofs, and so on all do the same thing, reaching into that same crayon box, grabbing onto the colors that their design permits.

No design can scoop up them all, but each design colors a full picture for itself, to hang on the refrigerator.

Walker wrote:

Impenitent wrote:

Walker wrote: A full palette the full picture does not require.

only for shades of grey; moreover, biologically, each brain is unique...

-Imp

A chubby little hand reaches into the crayon box and takes what crayons the design of itself can grasp. When it gets bigger, hand ornaments, gloves, injury, neglect, hangnails and other factors can affect the grip.

shades of grey

Flippers also reach into that same crayon box. Flippers take the shape of crayon that fits the design of the flipper, just as did the chubby little hand.

Paws, claws, hoofs, and so on all do the same thing, reaching into that same crayon box, grabbing onto the colors that their design permits.

No design can scoop up them all, but each design colors a full picture for itself, to hang on the refrigerator.

anthropomorphic error

-Imp

If you look really hard you may find more errors.



Different brains sometimes share the same crayons. For example, a dog and a human share some crayons from the same box in order to draw a tree that they both won’t crash into. However, as you suggest, the dog does shade his tree with different colors, since he does see a different purpose to the tree, if dog behavior does in fact indicate a commonly shared purpose. Which it may not.

Bear with me now. The crayon factory is found within the emptiness of infinite potentiality. With a little capital, some ambition, some smarts and luck and elbow grease, you’ve got yourself a picture perfect piece of the pie making crayons and you can color the future, rosy.

Impenitent wrote:

Walker wrote:

Impenitent wrote:
only for shades of grey; moreover, biologically, each brain is unique...

-Imp

A chubby little hand reaches into the crayon box and takes what crayons the design of itself can grasp. When it gets bigger, hand ornaments, gloves, injury, neglect, hangnails and other factors can affect the grip.

shades of grey

Flippers also reach into that same crayon box. Flippers take the shape of crayon that fits the design of the flipper, just as did the chubby little hand.

Paws, claws, hoofs, and so on all do the same thing, reaching into that same crayon box, grabbing onto the colors that their design permits.

No design can scoop up them all, but each design colors a full picture for itself, to hang on the refrigerator.

anthropomorphic error

-Imp

You are wasting your time with Walker. He's called that as he most represents this:


The only good walker is a dead walker - oh wait they are already dead.

Dontaskme wrote:

Dontaskme wrote:
No one has ever been alive before,

Trajk Logik wrote:Why are you even asking these questions if no one has ever been alive? Who are you asking? Maybe it is you that has no idea what they are talking about.

I said ..no one has ever been alive before.

The ''You'' never arrived, only the word...every word is theoretical, empty of principle.

Then all of your posts are empty and meaningless because they are made up of a bunch of scribbles called words.

Trajk Logik wrote: Then all of your posts are empty and meaningless because they are made up of a bunch of scribbles called words.

You got it!



There's just what's happening to no thing, who or what ever that is, I've no idea except maybe an idea!

Hobbes' Choice wrote:
You are wasting your time with Walker. He's called that as he most represents this:


The only good walker is a dead walker - oh wait they are already dead.

That's right, you can't expect a dead man to give you the time of day.

The man who knows he's dead is a lucky man...he doesn't expect, want or need to prove or disprove anything. Nor does he desire approval.

Hobbes' Choice wrote:You are wasting your time with Walker.

- Look at what Hobbes reached in and pulled out the crayon box. A picture!

- This is a fine example of what an extended diet of parsnips will do to your reacher.

- Twinkies can somewhat mitigate the damage. Even so, at intervals considered irregular because of the complexity in establishing a pattern, parsnips will rendezvous with language to create a meritorious, shining and cautionary tale for those stockpiling the kind of roots that shun the sun, for it is well known from the Second Law of Thermodynamics that at certain times and under certain circumstances, they meld into a regressive synergy.

- What is the scientific proof, you may ask?

- Some call it a phenomenon, some call it a syndrome, but scientists have observed in controlled studies that at mealtime, habits cause the body to know what’s on the menu and so the body begins gearing up with a series of rejections that amount to, “No, not parsips again!”

- Over the long haul, this causes the perhaps unintended consequence of naturally and holistically modifying the tuner/consciousness that serves as a governor for the reception of frequencies.

- Of course Ego claims all the credit and says …

No! It is I who choose to say No!