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The Gift of Mortality

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Very few men, if any, know what its like to bleed and sweat through one's own hands...to cut down a tree with an axe and watch it crash through the woods. To carve out a cabin by hand, regardless of its depth of beauty of symmetry. To hunt down a deer and shoot it, only to find its vulnerability as it gently dies before you only to push a knife through its heart out of mercy.

Now these things may seem cruel and barbaric to the average person today, but to other's they are strictly an embracement of mortality. In cutting down a tree one cut's down there own weakness in spirit. In building a house one builds up one's own strength and mind. In running a knife through a deer, one embraces one's own vulnerability through the eye's of the deer as one's own.

A sacrifice of blood and sweat is mandated in each passing moment, no matter how simple the moment may be...and from that sacrifice? Meaning. The death of the tree, the formation of a building from that same tree, and the death of the deer all have meaning through the economy of sacrifice long forgotten before our time. This necessity of sacrifice, of meaning, have been deemed cruel and barbaric in an era where we put a blind eye to mortality and instead chose to envelope ourselves in a cocoon of technology meant to protect us from the percievably harsh manner in which we envision the world today...a harshness falsely percieved because of our own weakness.

In denying mortality we crush the human spirits will to live, the will to exist against whatever odds be they small or great. We replaced meaning with distraction, sacrifice with hedonism, and in doing so we have already died. The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.

We no longer build...no longer destroy...but rather live lives of progressive sterilization in the effort to avoid a simple fact: "I am not God". Our labors of sacrifice have been replaced by machines, and our relationships whether they be one with the self, Divinity, or fellow men and women are mere exhibitions that have lost any merit as one thing becomes the next and our inability to focus on any one thing has become an inability to become anything.

We do not morn the dead, or their sacrifices upon which our lives are built...we do not celebrate life by living life...as we do not know what life really is about. And that is the question, isn't it? "What is life really about?" Trying to encapsulate the answer through a single question does not do it any justice, and even if it where to be written down it would be spit upon by self-righteous hypocrites who do not know the meaning of the words blood, sweat, and tears.

We bleed, yes, by accident when cutting a finger or scratching a knee during a game, but no one knows what it means to work one's hands into a series of bloody blisters in an attempt to build, or even destroy, something of beauty or value.

We cry, yes, when a sports game is lost or something we "desire" does not come within our grasp. But few "people" know the horrific beauty of sacrificing an aspect of the self for another or simply just fucking up in life without trying to blame "x" reason.

In this freedom, a paradox of god-like strength and child-like vulnerability take hold as the darkness of not just the human condition but ignorance and death have encompassed us as prisoners through the bars of time we continually seek to saw through under the guise of efficiency we mold through the lens of technology.

Noone ever taught us how to die, hence none of us have every really lived. To us death has been replaced by the sacrifice to the God's of pleasure, rather than to the One God of Life through which the All owe both respect and Allegiance...if not love and gratitude. We ask these gods, of our own making...our own image embodied through mindless irrational greed, violence and lust to help us to forget who and what we are: mortal. Maybe in reality it should be the other way around, looking at the shear beauty and magnitude of one's hands and the power we see within...a sacrifice of praise should be made to the One Creator from which all meaning proceeds by our free ability to measure under the simple, yet deep, tasks of creation and destruction embodied through the mind, body, and spirit of the human constitution.

Instead of faking invulnerability, is it not more honest to thank God for weakness? One only has to look at life to know the smallest thing, whether the swing of a hammer, kind words from a friend, or the act of forgetting oneself but for a moment sends a ripple through time that reflects for all eternity. A small pebble incapacitates the toughest of soldiers...how much more so the human will against this mechanistic society we false call our "home"? As men and women today we should not ask God for a means on how to be pleasured as our evident misery shows us this in itself is nothingness. Rather we should ask our Father, the Creator and Destroy of Universes: "Show me how to live fully and die fully." For meaning is not found in the trivial pleasures we are taught on what to base our lives around...no...it is found in the mortality of the human condition as it strives under a hope found in hopelessness.

Death holds no power or meaning in the face of sacrifice. The love of a man when he gives a woman a child, the gentle rain drops of the night air giving themselves to a small rose, the act of kindness and brotherly compassion given to he or she who has no hope but death.

In these moments the glory and beauty of life springs forth and death is abolished, holding no power over the body in sickness or the mind and heart in ignorance. We have lost our humanity because we forgot to sacrifice ourselves, over the simplest of people or things and hence we are imprisoned by ourselves. The mechanistic chamber of plastic, silicon and steel has become our tomb...the the continual dripping of the human will ordained by God, must and will erode these very bars...for what is hard yields to what is soft.

We have no meaning, to ourselves and to eachother, and the quest of pleasure and the prideful purpose of power must be the first thing that is chopped down. Our vanity must be refashioned to sacrifice; the identity of "I" must be mercifully put to its death. And yet these words are blasphemy in today's day and age before our handmade gods. Fuck the gods, their time must be put to an end as the era of man, as the image of the one God, must take its rightful place of Divinity.
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Re: The Gift of Mortality

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The real gift is never having to ponder mortality. A gift should never entail preference frustration. Not much of a gift, otherwise.
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Re: The Gift of Mortality

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Yours is a truly eloquent post, almost poetic in its presentation. I do, however, disagree with the opinions you expressed, chief among which is the tenet that the gift of mortality is not appreciated by contemporary humans. I look forward to your counter-arguments. I believe you have a lot more to say.

As I said, I disagree with your opinions, however I am very impressed by your style. I can see where my replies are readily interpreted as scathing attacks, even as subtle ad-homs. But I assure you that that is not the spirit in which I made them. Your post serves as a consummate provocation to me, and I enjoy the opportunity you’ve created for dialogue.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm Very few men, if any, know what its like to bleed and sweat through one's own hands...to cut down a tree with an axe and watch it crash through the woods. To carve out a cabin by hand, regardless of its depth of beauty of symmetry. To hunt down a deer and shoot it, only to find its vulnerability as it gently dies before you only to push a knife through its heart out of mercy.
Trees are still harvested, housing is still built and animals are still slaughtered. The fact that manual labor is assisted by power tools changes the means, but not the meaning, of logging, construction and butchering.

(btw great imagery: “bleed and sweat through one’s own hands”, “watch it crash through the woods”, “carve out a cabin”, “depth of beauty of symmetry”, “gently dies before you” and “push a knife through its heart out of mercy”. Although your semantics are as poetic as free verse, the verbiage just doesn’t coerce me to accept the opinions expressed.)
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm Now these things may seem cruel and barbaric to the average person today, but to other's they are strictly an embracement of mortality. In cutting down a tree one cut's down there own weakness in spirit. In building a house one builds up one's own strength and mind. In running a knife through a deer, one embraces one's own vulnerability through the eye's of the deer as one's own.
Not so much an embracement of mortality, as the instinct to survive. Not an acknowledgement of their weakness in spirit, just physical exertion. Not an embracement of vulnerability as much as a predator’s superiority.

(Great imagery: “In cutting down a tree one cut's down there [sic] own weakness in spirit. In building a house one builds up one's own strength and mind. In running a knife through a deer, one embraces one's own vulnerability through the eye's [sic] of the deer.” But just not convincing to me.)

Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
A sacrifice of blood and sweat is mandated in each passing moment, no matter how simple the moment may be...and from that sacrifice? Meaning. The death of the tree, the formation of a building from that same tree, and the death of the deer all have meaning through the economy of sacrifice long forgotten before our time. This necessity of sacrifice, of meaning, have been deemed cruel and barbaric in an era where we put a blind eye to mortality and instead chose to envelope ourselves in a cocoon of technology meant to protect us from the percievably harsh manner in which we envision the world today...a harshness falsely percieved because of our own weakness.
Some passing moments do not mandate a sacrifice of blood and sweat (think weddings, for example). The peculiar phrase, “economy of sacrifice”, begs an explanation. What does it mean that the necessity of sacrifice and meaning is deemed cruel? What does “a cocoon of technology meant to protect us from the perceivably [sic] harsh manner in which we envision the world today...a harshness falsely perceived [sic] because of our own weakness” mean?
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In denying mortality we crush the human spirits will to live, the will to exist against whatever odds be they small or great. We replaced meaning with distraction, sacrifice with hedonism, and in doing so we have already died. The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.
Denying mortality does not crush the human spirit’s will to live. It actually does the opposite. Denying mortality gives us each a last moment of peace before dying. This is what we’re wired to experience. This is what airline pilots are doing in their final few moments before they crash, according to cockpit voice recordings, anyway. Ignoring mortality is also at the core of every heroic act.

I am lost here. What is the idea in this sentence: “The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.”?
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We no longer build...no longer destroy...but rather live lives of progressive sterilization in the effort to avoid a simple fact: "I am not God". Our labors of sacrifice have been replaced by machines, and our relationships whether they be one with the self, Divinity, or fellow men and women are mere exhibitions that have lost any merit as one thing becomes the next and our inability to focus on any one thing has become an inability to become anything.
What lead you to your opinion here?
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We do not morn the dead, or their sacrifices upon which our lives are built...we do not celebrate life by living life...as we do not know what life really is about. And that is the question, isn't it? "What is life really about?" Trying to encapsulate the answer through a single question does not do it any justice, and even if it where to be written down it would be spit upon by self-righteous hypocrites who do not know the meaning of the words blood, sweat, and tears.
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Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We bleed, yes, by accident when cutting a finger or scratching a knee during a game, but no one knows what it means to work one's hands into a series of bloody blisters in an attempt to build, or even destroy, something of beauty or value.
What brought you to your conclusion here? The trades are hard at work when they obtain their blisters and scrapes, including carpentry and demolition.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We cry, yes, when a sports game is lost or something we "desire" does not come within our grasp. But few "people" know the horrific beauty of sacrificing an aspect of the self for another or simply just fucking up in life without trying to blame "x" reason.
So true. Thanks for reminding everyone.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In this freedom, a paradox of god-like strength and child-like vulnerability take hold as the darkness of not just the human condition but ignorance and death have encompassed us as prisoners through the bars of time we continually seek to saw through under the guise of efficiency we mold through the lens of technology.
Woefully lost again. What is the meaning in this sentence: “In this freedom, a paradox of god-like strength and child-like vulnerability take hold as the darkness of not just the human condition but ignorance and death have encompassed us as prisoners through the bars of time we continually seek to saw through under the guise of efficiency we mold through the lens of technology.”?
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Noone ever taught us how to die, hence none of us have every really lived. To us death has been replaced by the sacrifice to the God's of pleasure, rather than to the One God of Life through which the All owe both respect and Allegiance...if not love and gratitude. We ask these gods, of our own making...our own image embodied through mindless irrational greed, violence and lust to help us to forget who and what we are: mortal. Maybe in reality it should be the other way around, looking at the shear beauty and magnitude of one's hands and the power we see within...a sacrifice of praise should be made to the One Creator from which all meaning proceeds by our free ability to measure under the simple, yet deep, tasks of creation and destruction embodied through the mind, body, and spirit of the human constitution.
Because no one has ever taught a human how to die, it follows that no human has ever lived. This must be a typo! People die whether they know how to or not. People live whether they are prepared to die or not.

There seems to be something about spirituality and Spirituality in here, but I could not follow your meaning in this: “Maybe in reality it should be the other way around, looking at the shear beauty and magnitude of one's hands and the power we see within...a sacrifice of praise should be made to the One Creator from which all meaning proceeds by our free ability to measure under the simple, yet deep, tasks of creation and destruction embodied through the mind, body, and spirit of the human constitution.”
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Instead of faking invulnerability, is it not more honest to thank God for weakness? One only has to look at life to know the smallest thing, whether the swing of a hammer, kind words from a friend, or the act of forgetting oneself but for a moment sends a ripple through time that reflects for all eternity. A small pebble incapacitates the toughest of soldiers...how much more so the human will against this mechanistic society we false call our "home"? As men and women today we should not ask God for a means on how to be pleasured as our evident misery shows us this in itself is nothingness. Rather we should ask our Father, the Creator and Destroy of Universes: "Show me how to live fully and die fully." For meaning is not found in the trivial pleasures we are taught on what to base our lives around...no...it is found in the mortality of the human condition as it strives under a hope found in hopelessness.
There doesn’t appear to be any rationale for any of this. Are these just opinions? How did you come to them?
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Death holds no power or meaning in the face of sacrifice. The love of a man when he gives a woman a child, the gentle rain drops of the night air giving themselves to a small rose, the act of kindness and brotherly compassion given to he or she who has no hope but death.
I can imagine Peter, Paul and Mary singing these words in the 60’s. The opening phrase occurs in the last refrain of The Mandella.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In these moments the glory and beauty of life springs forth and death is abolished, holding no power over the body in sickness or the mind and heart in ignorance. We have lost our humanity because we forgot to sacrifice ourselves, over the simplest of people or things and hence we are imprisoned by ourselves. The mechanistic chamber of plastic, silicon and steel has become our tomb...the the continual dripping of the human will ordained by God, must and will erode these very bars...for what is hard yields to what is soft.
Sounds similar to something Walt Whitman wrote. Beautiful rendition.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We have no meaning, to ourselves and to eachother, and the quest of pleasure and the prideful purpose of power must be the first thing that is chopped down. Our vanity must be refashioned to sacrifice; the identity of "I" must be mercifully put to its death. And yet these words are blasphemy in today's day and age before our handmade gods. Fuck the gods, their time must be put to an end as the era of man, as the image of the one God, must take its rightful place of Divinity.
Also sounds like folk rock from the last millennium.
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Re: The Gift of Mortality

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Dalek Prime wrote: Mon Aug 13, 2018 5:54 pm The real gift is never having to ponder mortality. A gift should never entail preference frustration. Not much of a gift, otherwise.
Pondering reality through the act of reason is an act of structuring reality itself by applying dimensions to it from which we measure and hence create and destroy.

Reason is measurement as the application of boundaries.
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Re: The Gift of Mortality

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commonsense wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 5:56 pm Yours is a truly eloquent post, almost poetic in its presentation. I do, however, disagree with the opinions you expressed, chief among which is the tenet that the gift of mortality is not appreciated by contemporary humans. I look forward to your counter-arguments. I believe you have a lot more to say.

As I said, I disagree with your opinions, however I am very impressed by your style. I can see where my replies are readily interpreted as scathing attacks, even as subtle ad-homs. But I assure you that that is not the spirit in which I made them. Your post serves as a consummate provocation to me, and I enjoy the opportunity you’ve created for dialogue.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm Very few men, if any, know what its like to bleed and sweat through one's own hands...to cut down a tree with an axe and watch it crash through the woods. To carve out a cabin by hand, regardless of its depth of beauty of symmetry. To hunt down a deer and shoot it, only to find its vulnerability as it gently dies before you only to push a knife through its heart out of mercy.
Trees are still harvested, housing is still built and animals are still slaughtered. The fact that manual labor is assisted by power tools changes the means, but not the meaning, of logging, construction and butchering.

In replacing human labor with machines, for the sake of an every pervading sense of "luxury" we still contradictorily struggle for, we replace the human condition hence any sense of pleasure or meaning which can be derived from it.

(btw great imagery: “bleed and sweat through one’s own hands”, “watch it crash through the woods”, “carve out a cabin”, “depth of beauty of symmetry”, “gently dies before you” and “push a knife through its heart out of mercy”. Although your semantics are as poetic as free verse, the verbiage just doesn’t coerce me to accept the opinions expressed.)

I already stated all of the above is blasphemy to the modern generations of weaklings who neither love or hate anything.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm Now these things may seem cruel and barbaric to the average person today, but to other's they are strictly an embracement of mortality. In cutting down a tree one cut's down there own weakness in spirit. In building a house one builds up one's own strength and mind. In running a knife through a deer, one embraces one's own vulnerability through the eye's of the deer as one's own.
Not so much an embracement of mortality, as the instinct to survive. Not an acknowledgement of their weakness in spirit, just physical exertion. Not an embracement of vulnerability as much as a predator’s superiority.

Life grows from death, as evidenced by the progressive movement where the viewpoints of our fathers (the ideas and beliefs from which we overcame and built civilization) where sacrificed to build a world that has contempt for any form of sacrifice. This "life", we built, however is a false one, a false idea, that is premised on an obscure sense of comfort that annihilates the freedom of the human spirit by destroying any facet of self-sacrifice and replacing it with a self-centered suicide as an embracement of death over life. It's a culture of suicide we live in from which no meaning is brought about but rather a sense of desolation.

Survival is dead in a world of luxury.

Where the mind is tied to the body a sense of reality is united as the human condition becomes its own symbiotic organism as one part is dependent upon the other as one. We can see the envy of the current generations towards any real life as the entertainment industry we use to distract us from any meaning places a heavy emphasis on human supermen. Physical extertion, the weakness of the body, requires a sense of sacrifice through the spirit as that is what keeps what should not be moving...moving. Sweating and overcoming weakness stems from a faculty of the human spirit where the heart, as both literal and metaphorical, becomes the means that keeps the person going. We are a generation that has no heart, no sense of depth and is not even shallow.

A predator's superiority does not exist when the predator is directly tied to a prey whose own death observes a sacrifice of the hunter itself. Butchering animals in confined structures has no respect for the freedom of the natural condition, but rather eradicates not just the nature of the animal as a facet of creation but turns it to something whose life has no meaning. Killing something with one's hands requires a greater degree of responsibility, in not just mercy but whether or not the act should be committed, than by a strictly mechanistic butchering which not only separates the predator from prey but fundamentally the human condition from itself as the killing of the prey is really the predator sacrificing a portion of himself...hence a necessity of respect and mercy is due as this death provides a means through which life continues.



(Great imagery: “In cutting down a tree one cut's down there [sic] own weakness in spirit. In building a house one builds up one's own strength and mind. In running a knife through a deer, one embraces one's own vulnerability through the eye's [sic] of the deer.” But just not convincing to me.)

I really don't care...you talk about things you have no understanding about because everything is just handed to you and you really don't have to work for it...or ever did. You, and don't take this personally, believe your ability to disagree gives you some meaning or sense of being right when in reality a whole see of opinions are out their doing the same thing...

Now what I say is offensive...but let's be honest here...is there anything you have done or the means in which modern society continually sterilizes life that is even worth respecting?

The most you have done, besides sitting in an office rewriting differing concepts (codes, taxes, laws, etc.) meant to restructure reality to an inherently random and subjective state of luxury and pleasure may be exploiting not just nature but natural law itself as a means of entertainment and distraction to avoid any real questions of meaning and if the world we are forming is the correct one...or the inhernently desolate question of "will it last"?

Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
A sacrifice of blood and sweat is mandated in each passing moment, no matter how simple the moment may be...and from that sacrifice? Meaning. The death of the tree, the formation of a building from that same tree, and the death of the deer all have meaning through the economy of sacrifice long forgotten before our time. This necessity of sacrifice, of meaning, have been deemed cruel and barbaric in an era where we put a blind eye to mortality and instead chose to envelope ourselves in a cocoon of technology meant to protect us from the percievably harsh manner in which we envision the world today...a harshness falsely percieved because of our own weakness.
Some passing moments do not mandate a sacrifice of blood and sweat (think weddings, for example). The peculiar phrase, “economy of sacrifice”, begs an explanation. What does it mean that the necessity of sacrifice and meaning is deemed cruel? What does “a cocoon of technology meant to protect us from the perceivably [sic] harsh manner in which we envision the world today...a harshness falsely perceived [sic] because of our own weakness” mean?

A wedding is a union of one life to another where one party takes care of another through a continual sacrifice in the respect the man takes care of the woman through his own sacrifice and woman does so respectively in a different manner...a wedding as the foundation of not just a union but exponential growth of humanity itself is a form of sacrifice where one's desires are put behind for the sake of another's life and prosperity.

The technology we create is meant to create of world of luxury that gives a false perception that not only can we defeat death through it but fuandmanentally avoid and percieved sense of weakness and vulnerability by seperating ourselves from a natural condition of mortality. This technology acts as a cocoon, or better yet a fortress, meant to avoid that simple fact that we cannot control everything.

We believe vulerability, under morality, is harsh but it is a false perception as the eradication of human freedom endowed through natural law is much harsher as hedonism creates a state of perpetual enslavement as we cannot transcend past ourselves.

Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In denying mortality we crush the human spirits will to live, the will to exist against whatever odds be they small or great. We replaced meaning with distraction, sacrifice with hedonism, and in doing so we have already died. The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.
Denying mortality does not crush the human spirit’s will to live. It actually does the opposite. Denying mortality gives us each a last moment of peace before dying. This is what we’re wired to experience. This is what airline pilots are doing in their final few moments before they crash, according to cockpit voice recordings, anyway. Ignoring mortality is also at the core of every heroic act.

Every moment is embraced as meaningful in the face of morality as all existence relative to nothingness is in itself perfect and self-evident. You claim denying morality does not crush the human spirits will to live, but the crashing of the plane example only observes that the sense of peace in the respect "this moment" has meaning does precisely the opposite.

Would we be running around trying to control everything if we knew that what we did, but also ourselves, would eventually pass? Furious action into a void is merely a means of distraction.

We do not live in a society of heroes, and what we deem as heroic is merely an exhibition meant to aquire a fickle "love" from a group of strangers. Heroism is dead in a society where man is becoming obsolete under a false god of luxury.


I am lost here. What is the idea in this sentence: “The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.”?

We continually create new distractions, new inversions of nature, in a pursuit of pleasure whose core foundation is control and power and in doing so we continually seperate ourselves and create new problems. We are a society based around what is finite, and what is finite is continually seperating and multiplying not just meaning as a form of balance, but any sense of integral unity that provides a sense of stability.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We no longer build...no longer destroy...but rather live lives of progressive sterilization in the effort to avoid a simple fact: "I am not God". Our labors of sacrifice have been replaced by machines, and our relationships whether they be one with the self, Divinity, or fellow men and women are mere exhibitions that have lost any merit as one thing becomes the next and our inability to focus on any one thing has become an inability to become anything.
What lead you to your opinion here?

We live in a cocoon of technology where expression has lost all meaning...we live through a false altar of the ipad through which we give all attention and ignore not just the person or task in front of us, but also ourselves as the ability to self-reflect is lost in an ocean of opinion from strangers we do not care about. The only interest we have is a form of fame from which no love or hate is given as the "fans" offer no real sacrifice of the self into or for the other.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We do not morn the dead, or their sacrifices upon which our lives are built...we do not celebrate life by living life...as we do not know what life really is about. And that is the question, isn't it? "What is life really about?" Trying to encapsulate the answer through a single question does not do it any justice, and even if it where to be written down it would be spit upon by self-righteous hypocrites who do not know the meaning of the words blood, sweat, and tears.
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Meaning through sacrifice under an act of forgetting. One forgets that all acts in which we not just forget everything we know but ourselves provide the foundation of memory...we remember nothing, hence value nothing, as we cannot forget ourselves and the opinions which structure our lives. Nothing is sacred between nothing is sacrificed.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We bleed, yes, by accident when cutting a finger or scratching a knee during a game, but no one knows what it means to work one's hands into a series of bloody blisters in an attempt to build, or even destroy, something of beauty or value.
What brought you to your conclusion here? The trades are hard at work when they obtain their blisters and scrapes, including carpentry and demolition.

And the trades build nothing of value. We build banks meant to enslave the people to debt. We build stores to provide what people do not need. We build houses that people do not need as what was built before does not stand up to the standard of an entitled white woman.

Nothing is built to last, nothing is built to have meaning through need, but rather what is built is merely an exhibition of "I have more dust than you do". Houses are rarely passed down, tools are rarely used from one generation to the next. Everything and everyone is replaceable.

Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We cry, yes, when a sports game is lost or something we "desire" does not come within our grasp. But few "people" know the horrific beauty of sacrificing an aspect of the self for another or simply just fucking up in life without trying to blame "x" reason.
So true. Thanks for reminding everyone.

Do you want me to expand?
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In this freedom, a paradox of god-like strength and child-like vulnerability take hold as the darkness of not just the human condition but ignorance and death have encompassed us as prisoners through the bars of time we continually seek to saw through under the guise of efficiency we mold through the lens of technology.
Woefully lost again. What is the meaning in this sentence: “In this freedom, a paradox of god-like strength and child-like vulnerability take hold as the darkness of not just the human condition but ignorance and death have encompassed us as prisoners through the bars of time we continually seek to saw through under the guise of efficiency we mold through the lens of technology.”?

Technology is merely a means to control eachother and the environment around us as a false means of becoming a god when in reality the only form of Divinity is to just "let go" of control.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Noone ever taught us how to die, hence none of us have every really lived. To us death has been replaced by the sacrifice to the God's of pleasure, rather than to the One God of Life through which the All owe both respect and Allegiance...if not love and gratitude. We ask these gods, of our own making...our own image embodied through mindless irrational greed, violence and lust to help us to forget who and what we are: mortal. Maybe in reality it should be the other way around, looking at the shear beauty and magnitude of one's hands and the power we see within...a sacrifice of praise should be made to the One Creator from which all meaning proceeds by our free ability to measure under the simple, yet deep, tasks of creation and destruction embodied through the mind, body, and spirit of the human constitution.
Because no one has ever taught a human how to die, it follows that no human has ever lived. This must be a typo! People die whether they know how to or not. People live whether they are prepared to die or not.

You cannot kill a generation who is already dead.



There seems to be something about spirituality and Spirituality in here, but I could not follow your meaning in this: “Maybe in reality it should be the other way around, looking at the shear beauty and magnitude of one's hands and the power we see within...a sacrifice of praise should be made to the One Creator from which all meaning proceeds by our free ability to measure under the simple, yet deep, tasks of creation and destruction embodied through the mind, body, and spirit of the human constitution.”
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Instead of faking invulnerability, is it not more honest to thank God for weakness? One only has to look at life to know the smallest thing, whether the swing of a hammer, kind words from a friend, or the act of forgetting oneself but for a moment sends a ripple through time that reflects for all eternity. A small pebble incapacitates the toughest of soldiers...how much more so the human will against this mechanistic society we false call our "home"? As men and women today we should not ask God for a means on how to be pleasured as our evident misery shows us this in itself is nothingness. Rather we should ask our Father, the Creator and Destroy of Universes: "Show me how to live fully and die fully." For meaning is not found in the trivial pleasures we are taught on what to base our lives around...no...it is found in the mortality of the human condition as it strives under a hope found in hopelessness.
There doesn’t appear to be any rationale for any of this. Are these just opinions? How did you come to them?

This society of technology we have built, meant to eradicate the human condition, will eventually fall under that very same human condition as "the little guy" which as no meaning, no value, except as a cog has a will to live which cannot be denied...which cannot be mechanized nor quantified as a mean to over come consdering it is both quantity and quality and as such is neither/nor.

We cannot create because we cannot sacrifice. We cannot destroy because we cannot sacrifice. Our generation is completely desolate and pathetically meaningless...A god will die again and again ad-finitum to a point it only lives...this is sacrifice. We claims to be gods but are not even close.


Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Death holds no power or meaning in the face of sacrifice. The love of a man when he gives a woman a child, the gentle rain drops of the night air giving themselves to a small rose, the act of kindness and brotherly compassion given to he or she who has no hope but death.
I can imagine Peter, Paul and Mary singing these words in the 60’s. The opening phrase occurs in the last refrain of The Mandella.

The simple things in life have become the new evils and what is not just human, but the foundation of life itself, is becoming desolate. A vacation is given greater priority financially over having a child and all the possibilities that come with a new life.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In these moments the glory and beauty of life springs forth and death is abolished, holding no power over the body in sickness or the mind and heart in ignorance. We have lost our humanity because we forgot to sacrifice ourselves, over the simplest of people or things and hence we are imprisoned by ourselves. The mechanistic chamber of plastic, silicon and steel has become our tomb...the the continual dripping of the human will ordained by God, must and will erode these very bars...for what is hard yields to what is soft.
Sounds similar to something Walt Whitman wrote. Beautiful rendition.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We have no meaning, to ourselves and to eachother, and the quest of pleasure and the prideful purpose of power must be the first thing that is chopped down. Our vanity must be refashioned to sacrifice; the identity of "I" must be mercifully put to its death. And yet these words are blasphemy in today's day and age before our handmade gods. Fuck the gods, their time must be put to an end as the era of man, as the image of the one God, must take its rightful place of Divinity.
Also sounds like folk rock from the last millennium.
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Eodnhoj7 wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 6:45 pm
Dalek Prime wrote: Mon Aug 13, 2018 5:54 pm The real gift is never having to ponder mortality. A gift should never entail preference frustration. Not much of a gift, otherwise.
Pondering reality through the act of reason is an act of structuring reality itself by applying dimensions to it from which we measure and hence create and destroy.

Reason is measurement as the application of boundaries.
WTF does that have to with my comment? Do you guys open a book at random and say shit?
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Eodnhoj7 wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 7:35 pm
commonsense wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 5:56 pm Yours is a truly eloquent post, almost poetic in its presentation. I do, however, disagree with the opinions you expressed, chief among which is the tenet that the gift of mortality is not appreciated by contemporary humans. I look forward to your counter-arguments. I believe you have a lot more to say.

As I said, I disagree with your opinions, however I am very impressed by your style. I can see where my replies are readily interpreted as scathing attacks, even as subtle ad-homs. But I assure you that that is not the spirit in which I made them. Your post serves as a consummate provocation to me, and I enjoy the opportunity you’ve created for dialogue.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm Very few men, if any, know what its like to bleed and sweat through one's own hands...to cut down a tree with an axe and watch it crash through the woods. To carve out a cabin by hand, regardless of its depth of beauty of symmetry. To hunt down a deer and shoot it, only to find its vulnerability as it gently dies before you only to push a knife through its heart out of mercy.
Trees are still harvested, housing is still built and animals are still slaughtered. The fact that manual labor is assisted by power tools changes the means, but not the meaning, of logging, construction and butchering.

In replacing human labor with machines, for the sake of an every pervading sense of "luxury" we still contradictorily struggle for, we replace the human condition hence any sense of pleasure or meaning which can be derived from it.

(btw great imagery: “bleed and sweat through one’s own hands”, “watch it crash through the woods”, “carve out a cabin”, “depth of beauty of symmetry”, “gently dies before you” and “push a knife through its heart out of mercy”. Although your semantics are as poetic as free verse, the verbiage just doesn’t coerce me to accept the opinions expressed.)

I already stated all of the above is blasphemy to the modern generations of weaklings who neither love or hate anything.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm Now these things may seem cruel and barbaric to the average person today, but to other's they are strictly an embracement of mortality. In cutting down a tree one cut's down there own weakness in spirit. In building a house one builds up one's own strength and mind. In running a knife through a deer, one embraces one's own vulnerability through the eye's of the deer as one's own.
Not so much an embracement of mortality, as the instinct to survive. Not an acknowledgement of their weakness in spirit, just physical exertion. Not an embracement of vulnerability as much as a predator’s superiority.

Life grows from death, as evidenced by the progressive movement where the viewpoints of our fathers (the ideas and beliefs from which we overcame and built civilization) where sacrificed to build a world that has contempt for any form of sacrifice. This "life", we built, however is a false one, a false idea, that is premised on an obscure sense of comfort that annihilates the freedom of the human spirit by destroying any facet of self-sacrifice and replacing it with a self-centered suicide as an embracement of death over life. It's a culture of suicide we live in from which no meaning is brought about but rather a sense of desolation.

Survival is dead in a world of luxury.

Where the mind is tied to the body a sense of reality is united as the human condition becomes its own symbiotic organism as one part is dependent upon the other as one. We can see the envy of the current generations towards any real life as the entertainment industry we use to distract us from any meaning places a heavy emphasis on human supermen. Physical extertion, the weakness of the body, requires a sense of sacrifice through the spirit as that is what keeps what should not be moving...moving. Sweating and overcoming weakness stems from a faculty of the human spirit where the heart, as both literal and metaphorical, becomes the means that keeps the person going. We are a generation that has no heart, no sense of depth and is not even shallow.

A predator's superiority does not exist when the predator is directly tied to a prey whose own death observes a sacrifice of the hunter itself. Butchering animals in confined structures has no respect for the freedom of the natural condition, but rather eradicates not just the nature of the animal as a facet of creation but turns it to something whose life has no meaning. Killing something with one's hands requires a greater degree of responsibility, in not just mercy but whether or not the act should be committed, than by a strictly mechanistic butchering which not only separates the predator from prey but fundamentally the human condition from itself as the killing of the prey is really the predator sacrificing a portion of himself...hence a necessity of respect and mercy is due as this death provides a means through which life continues.



(Great imagery: “In cutting down a tree one cut's down there [sic] own weakness in spirit. In building a house one builds up one's own strength and mind. In running a knife through a deer, one embraces one's own vulnerability through the eye's [sic] of the deer.” But just not convincing to me.)

I really don't care...you talk about things you have no understanding about because everything is just handed to you and you really don't have to work for it...or ever did. You, and don't take this personally, believe your ability to disagree gives you some meaning or sense of being right when in reality a whole see of opinions are out their doing the same thing...

Now what I say is offensive...but let's be honest here...is there anything you have done or the means in which modern society continually sterilizes life that is even worth respecting?

The most you have done, besides sitting in an office rewriting differing concepts (codes, taxes, laws, etc.) meant to restructure reality to an inherently random and subjective state of luxury and pleasure may be exploiting not just nature but natural law itself as a means of entertainment and distraction to avoid any real questions of meaning and if the world we are forming is the correct one...or the inhernently desolate question of "will it last"?

Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
A sacrifice of blood and sweat is mandated in each passing moment, no matter how simple the moment may be...and from that sacrifice? Meaning. The death of the tree, the formation of a building from that same tree, and the death of the deer all have meaning through the economy of sacrifice long forgotten before our time. This necessity of sacrifice, of meaning, have been deemed cruel and barbaric in an era where we put a blind eye to mortality and instead chose to envelope ourselves in a cocoon of technology meant to protect us from the percievably harsh manner in which we envision the world today...a harshness falsely percieved because of our own weakness.
Some passing moments do not mandate a sacrifice of blood and sweat (think weddings, for example). The peculiar phrase, “economy of sacrifice”, begs an explanation. What does it mean that the necessity of sacrifice and meaning is deemed cruel? What does “a cocoon of technology meant to protect us from the perceivably [sic] harsh manner in which we envision the world today...a harshness falsely perceived [sic] because of our own weakness” mean?

A wedding is a union of one life to another where one party takes care of another through a continual sacrifice in the respect the man takes care of the woman through his own sacrifice and woman does so respectively in a different manner...a wedding as the foundation of not just a union but exponential growth of humanity itself is a form of sacrifice where one's desires are put behind for the sake of another's life and prosperity.

The technology we create is meant to create of world of luxury that gives a false perception that not only can we defeat death through it but fuandmanentally avoid and percieved sense of weakness and vulnerability by seperating ourselves from a natural condition of mortality. This technology acts as a cocoon, or better yet a fortress, meant to avoid that simple fact that we cannot control everything.

We believe vulerability, under morality, is harsh but it is a false perception as the eradication of human freedom endowed through natural law is much harsher as hedonism creates a state of perpetual enslavement as we cannot transcend past ourselves.

Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In denying mortality we crush the human spirits will to live, the will to exist against whatever odds be they small or great. We replaced meaning with distraction, sacrifice with hedonism, and in doing so we have already died. The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.
Denying mortality does not crush the human spirit’s will to live. It actually does the opposite. Denying mortality gives us each a last moment of peace before dying. This is what we’re wired to experience. This is what airline pilots are doing in their final few moments before they crash, according to cockpit voice recordings, anyway. Ignoring mortality is also at the core of every heroic act.

Every moment is embraced as meaningful in the face of morality as all existence relative to nothingness is in itself perfect and self-evident. You claim denying morality does not crush the human spirits will to live, but the crashing of the plane example only observes that the sense of peace in the respect "this moment" has meaning does precisely the opposite.

Would we be running around trying to control everything if we knew that what we did, but also ourselves, would eventually pass? Furious action into a void is merely a means of distraction.

We do not live in a society of heroes, and what we deem as heroic is merely an exhibition meant to aquire a fickle "love" from a group of strangers. Heroism is dead in a society where man is becoming obsolete under a false god of luxury.


I am lost here. What is the idea in this sentence: “The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.”?

We continually create new distractions, new inversions of nature, in a pursuit of pleasure whose core foundation is control and power and in doing so we continually seperate ourselves and create new problems. We are a society based around what is finite, and what is finite is continually seperating and multiplying not just meaning as a form of balance, but any sense of integral unity that provides a sense of stability.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We no longer build...no longer destroy...but rather live lives of progressive sterilization in the effort to avoid a simple fact: "I am not God". Our labors of sacrifice have been replaced by machines, and our relationships whether they be one with the self, Divinity, or fellow men and women are mere exhibitions that have lost any merit as one thing becomes the next and our inability to focus on any one thing has become an inability to become anything.
What lead you to your opinion here?

We live in a cocoon of technology where expression has lost all meaning...we live through a false altar of the ipad through which we give all attention and ignore not just the person or task in front of us, but also ourselves as the ability to self-reflect is lost in an ocean of opinion from strangers we do not care about. The only interest we have is a form of fame from which no love or hate is given as the "fans" offer no real sacrifice of the self into or for the other.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We do not morn the dead, or their sacrifices upon which our lives are built...we do not celebrate life by living life...as we do not know what life really is about. And that is the question, isn't it? "What is life really about?" Trying to encapsulate the answer through a single question does not do it any justice, and even if it where to be written down it would be spit upon by self-righteous hypocrites who do not know the meaning of the words blood, sweat, and tears.
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Meaning through sacrifice under an act of forgetting. One forgets that all acts in which we not just forget everything we know but ourselves provide the foundation of memory...we remember nothing, hence value nothing, as we cannot forget ourselves and the opinions which structure our lives. Nothing is sacred between nothing is sacrificed.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We bleed, yes, by accident when cutting a finger or scratching a knee during a game, but no one knows what it means to work one's hands into a series of bloody blisters in an attempt to build, or even destroy, something of beauty or value.
What brought you to your conclusion here? The trades are hard at work when they obtain their blisters and scrapes, including carpentry and demolition.

And the trades build nothing of value. We build banks meant to enslave the people to debt. We build stores to provide what people do not need. We build houses that people do not need as what was built before does not stand up to the standard of an entitled white woman.

Nothing is built to last, nothing is built to have meaning through need, but rather what is built is merely an exhibition of "I have more dust than you do". Houses are rarely passed down, tools are rarely used from one generation to the next. Everything and everyone is replaceable.

Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We cry, yes, when a sports game is lost or something we "desire" does not come within our grasp. But few "people" know the horrific beauty of sacrificing an aspect of the self for another or simply just fucking up in life without trying to blame "x" reason.
So true. Thanks for reminding everyone.

Do you want me to expand?
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In this freedom, a paradox of god-like strength and child-like vulnerability take hold as the darkness of not just the human condition but ignorance and death have encompassed us as prisoners through the bars of time we continually seek to saw through under the guise of efficiency we mold through the lens of technology.
Woefully lost again. What is the meaning in this sentence: “In this freedom, a paradox of god-like strength and child-like vulnerability take hold as the darkness of not just the human condition but ignorance and death have encompassed us as prisoners through the bars of time we continually seek to saw through under the guise of efficiency we mold through the lens of technology.”?

Technology is merely a means to control eachother and the environment around us as a false means of becoming a god when in reality the only form of Divinity is to just "let go" of control.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Noone ever taught us how to die, hence none of us have every really lived. To us death has been replaced by the sacrifice to the God's of pleasure, rather than to the One God of Life through which the All owe both respect and Allegiance...if not love and gratitude. We ask these gods, of our own making...our own image embodied through mindless irrational greed, violence and lust to help us to forget who and what we are: mortal. Maybe in reality it should be the other way around, looking at the shear beauty and magnitude of one's hands and the power we see within...a sacrifice of praise should be made to the One Creator from which all meaning proceeds by our free ability to measure under the simple, yet deep, tasks of creation and destruction embodied through the mind, body, and spirit of the human constitution.
Because no one has ever taught a human how to die, it follows that no human has ever lived. This must be a typo! People die whether they know how to or not. People live whether they are prepared to die or not.

You cannot kill a generation who is already dead.



There seems to be something about spirituality and Spirituality in here, but I could not follow your meaning in this: “Maybe in reality it should be the other way around, looking at the shear beauty and magnitude of one's hands and the power we see within...a sacrifice of praise should be made to the One Creator from which all meaning proceeds by our free ability to measure under the simple, yet deep, tasks of creation and destruction embodied through the mind, body, and spirit of the human constitution.”
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Instead of faking invulnerability, is it not more honest to thank God for weakness? One only has to look at life to know the smallest thing, whether the swing of a hammer, kind words from a friend, or the act of forgetting oneself but for a moment sends a ripple through time that reflects for all eternity. A small pebble incapacitates the toughest of soldiers...how much more so the human will against this mechanistic society we false call our "home"? As men and women today we should not ask God for a means on how to be pleasured as our evident misery shows us this in itself is nothingness. Rather we should ask our Father, the Creator and Destroy of Universes: "Show me how to live fully and die fully." For meaning is not found in the trivial pleasures we are taught on what to base our lives around...no...it is found in the mortality of the human condition as it strives under a hope found in hopelessness.
There doesn’t appear to be any rationale for any of this. Are these just opinions? How did you come to them?

This society of technology we have built, meant to eradicate the human condition, will eventually fall under that very same human condition as "the little guy" which as no meaning, no value, except as a cog has a will to live which cannot be denied...which cannot be mechanized nor quantified as a mean to over come consdering it is both quantity and quality and as such is neither/nor.

We cannot create because we cannot sacrifice. We cannot destroy because we cannot sacrifice. Our generation is completely desolate and pathetically meaningless...A god will die again and again ad-finitum to a point it only lives...this is sacrifice. We claims to be gods but are not even close.


Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
Death holds no power or meaning in the face of sacrifice. The love of a man when he gives a woman a child, the gentle rain drops of the night air giving themselves to a small rose, the act of kindness and brotherly compassion given to he or she who has no hope but death.
I can imagine Peter, Paul and Mary singing these words in the 60’s. The opening phrase occurs in the last refrain of The Mandella.

The simple things in life have become the new evils and what is not just human, but the foundation of life itself, is becoming desolate. A vacation is given greater priority financially over having a child and all the possibilities that come with a new life.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
In these moments the glory and beauty of life springs forth and death is abolished, holding no power over the body in sickness or the mind and heart in ignorance. We have lost our humanity because we forgot to sacrifice ourselves, over the simplest of people or things and hence we are imprisoned by ourselves. The mechanistic chamber of plastic, silicon and steel has become our tomb...the the continual dripping of the human will ordained by God, must and will erode these very bars...for what is hard yields to what is soft.
Sounds similar to something Walt Whitman wrote. Beautiful rendition.
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm
We have no meaning, to ourselves and to eachother, and the quest of pleasure and the prideful purpose of power must be the first thing that is chopped down. Our vanity must be refashioned to sacrifice; the identity of "I" must be mercifully put to its death. And yet these words are blasphemy in today's day and age before our handmade gods. Fuck the gods, their time must be put to an end as the era of man, as the image of the one God, must take its rightful place of Divinity.
Also sounds like folk rock from the last millennium.
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Dalek Prime wrote: Mon Aug 13, 2018 5:54 pm The real gift is never having to ponder mortality. A gift should never entail preference frustration. Not much of a gift, otherwise.
I agree.

I remember trying to sleep at night in a war zone. And there was the possibility of being killed in my sleep. And so, I only slept in denial.

I, for one, would prefer not to know or even think about the circumstances or the date and time of my death.

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Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pmVery few men, if any, know what its like ... To hunt down a deer and shoot it, only to find its vulnerability as it gently dies before you only to push a knife through its heart out of mercy.
Fewer than you probably think - this sounds like a scene pulled straight out of the new god of war game.

I have never once heard of a hunter 'push(ing) a knife' through a deers heart after shooting it. Generally you don't want to get close to an animal you just shot, until the deed is done. Because getting close to an adrenaline filled animal who could kick you to smithereens is reckless. Where even is a deer's heart?
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commonsense wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 10:51 pm
Dalek Prime wrote: Mon Aug 13, 2018 5:54 pm The real gift is never having to ponder mortality. A gift should never entail preference frustration. Not much of a gift, otherwise.
I agree.

I remember trying to sleep at night in a war zone. And there was the possibility of being killed in my sleep. And so, I only slept in denial.

I, for one, would prefer not to know or even think about the circumstances or the date and time of my death.

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I'm sorry you went through that experience, commonsense.
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Dalek Prime wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 8:03 pm
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 6:45 pm
Dalek Prime wrote: Mon Aug 13, 2018 5:54 pm The real gift is never having to ponder mortality. A gift should never entail preference frustration. Not much of a gift, otherwise.
Pondering reality through the act of reason is an act of structuring reality itself by applying dimensions to it from which we measure and hence create and destroy.

Reason is measurement as the application of boundaries.
WTF does that have to with my comment? Do you guys open a book at random and say shit?
It is simple...your reasoning against reasoning is still reason, albeit negative, but proves the necessity of a positively existing rationale.
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Sir-Sister-of-Suck wrote: Tue Aug 14, 2018 11:29 pm
Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pmVery few men, if any, know what its like ... To hunt down a deer and shoot it, only to find its vulnerability as it gently dies before you only to push a knife through its heart out of mercy.
Fewer than you probably think - this sounds like a scene pulled straight out of the new god of war game.

I have never once heard of a hunter 'push(ing) a knife' through a deers heart after shooting it. Generally you don't want to get close to an animal you just shot, until the deed is done. Because getting close to an adrenaline filled animal who could kick you to smithereens is reckless. Where even is a deer's heart?
It is more merciful when the idiot you are hunting with is a bad shot...either that or cruelly blow its head off.

And you are speaking from....what experience? Or are you just giving an opinion because you feel justified because you exist?
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Blowing its head off would be more humane than the heart (when you're that close) because it would never know what hit it. When it's far away, you don't want to go for the head. You'll kill it, but it's much more likely you'll blow its face off than blow its brains out, which would be very painful, and some hunters either have obvious moral issues with that, or they think it affects the taste of the meat (which has little evidence to actually back up, when it comes to deers) Same principle here why you wouldn't want to stab a deer in the heart with a knoif; Human organs =/= deer organs. You would have to have some pretty steady hands and a concise understanding of deer anatomy. But really, it's about your own safety - you just don't want to get that close to a wild animal you just shot.

And no, not really speaking from experience, but my dad used to hunt. When it comes to that I've only done bow-hunting (like with fish)
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Eodnhoj7 wrote: Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:32 pm In denying mortality we crush the human spirits will to live, the will to exist against whatever odds be they small or great. We replaced meaning with distraction, sacrifice with hedonism, and in doing so we have already died. The ugly truth is that our generation has nothing to live for as our souls have become incapacitated in the face of material excess, and the human condition has become reduced, and is being reduced, simply to one of a number which projects itself through time until it is dissolved through further multiplication or division.

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There is a difference between denying mortality and accepting mortality.

You may not deny 'mortality' in one sense, but being a theist generally means not accepting the finitude of mortality as a total fact.
Theists actually deny mortality in the 'real' sense that humans will somehow survive after physical as immortals in another divine dimension by the grace of God.
The majority 4+ billion of theistic Abrahamic religionists deny and do not accept mortality thus believe humans are immortals with a promised of eternal life in heaven and for some with a bonus of virgins thrown in.
Other theists believe in some other forms of escaping the psychological effects of mortality in other ways.

The point is this, mortality is a fact.
However humans has evolved naturally to inhibit this fact and its effects from daily life to ensure human are not filled with terrible anxieties of death that could paralyze a person from leading a normal life.
Those who are too anxious of the fear of death is suffering from a mental illness called Thanatophobia.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_anx ... sychology)

The problem with the inhibitors which is a later development of evolution is the strength of the inhibitors are not very strong thus the impulses of the anxieties of death leak in various forms.
It is this leakage that drive theists to attempt to close it with theism, i.e. an all powerful God to grant eternal life and other forms of reliefs against leaked anxieties of death.

With a God [theism] to suppress the leaking death anxieties it comes along with the terrible side effects of a wide range of terrible evil and violence, notably from Islam as commanded by God. Christianity's creationism hinders the progress of knowledge. Organized religions also has it own negative baggage.

This is why we need to wean off theism and replace it with fool proof alternatives [no room for evils and violence] to plug the inherent and unavoidable leakages of the death anxieties effectively.

The idea of 'gift of mortality' is not a good one as it leads to theism and therefrom all its negative side effects.
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Re: The Gift of Mortality

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Sir-Sister-of-Suck wrote: Thu Aug 16, 2018 2:41 am Blowing its head off would be more humane than the heart (when you're that close) because it would never know what hit it. When it's far away, you don't want to go for the head. You'll kill it, but it's much more likely you'll blow its face off than blow its brains out, which would be very painful, and some hunters either have obvious moral issues with that, or they think it affects the taste of the meat (which has little evidence to actually back up, when it comes to deers) Same principle here why you wouldn't want to stab a deer in the heart with a knoif; Human organs =/= deer organs. You would have to have some pretty steady hands and a concise understanding of deer anatomy. But really, it's about your own safety - you just don't want to get that close to a wild animal you just shot.

Hands of a surgeon and perfect understanding of anatomy. We live in an age where we process animals in factories because it separates us from the brutality of our own existence and it is cowardly and weak. Butchering or killing something with your hands requires not just a sense of respect for the animal, but a respect for yourself as both you and the prey share the same fate.

"Blowing its head off" is just desecrating the animal.



And no, not really speaking from experience, but my dad used to hunt. When it comes to that I've only done bow-hunting (like with fish)

Try rabbit hunting with a bow, and cooking it over a fire with wood you chopped yourself...it is restaurant quality.
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