Nick_A wrote: ↑Tue Sep 10, 2019 2:01 am
Consider the question of the universe. Does it have a purpose? You don't believe that you have a purpose and since you are the universe, it cannot have a purpose because it doesn't exist. You deny it.
No Nick, there is no one to deny anything here. There is just HERE as it is - in all it's presentation going live right now as it appears to no one.
I deny my interpretation of here that's all, I do that because I can apparently make believe myself as being a separate entity within existence, but I also know via the knowledge of opposites that there is no such separate entity, and so all I'm denying is I do not deny there is no one to deny.
Nick_A wrote: ↑Tue Sep 10, 2019 2:01 amA person not caught up in denial will know that they are an infinitesimal part of the universe so their opinion of themselves only concerns them and not a universal purpose. But this requires abandoning the psychological prison of emotional denial.
We cannot experience our universal purpose until we are open to experience universal meaning and purpose of which we are a part. But when we live in denial all we can say is nothing exists because anything else threatens the peace of self justification acquired through emotional denial
That is why I have such admiration for Simone Weil. She was unafraid to see and experience the shock of reality with impartiality. No blind belief or blind denial; just the will and the need to experience truth without corrupt emotional judgement including emotional denial. Such people are as rare as they are special
In all truth and honesty Nick, I have no idea what you are attempting to say here. For me, there is absolutely no reason or purpose for human beings to be alive, they are here for the same reason a cockroach is here. Humans are no more important than a slug. There is nothing special or rare about a human being. It's a messy high maintanence polluter of it's own environment, leaving the most disgusting waste behind them for the unborn to clear up after them, a vile cluttered polluted environment they did not asked to be born into.
My brain turns to fog when trying to make sense of other peoples realities. I can only make sense of my own reality the way I see it from my own direct experience.
I'm not in any way attempting to sell my experience to anyone, I have no agenda other than to speak from my own heart about how I personally see, feel and experience reality from this mind here. I don't see reality as being at all worth the price of addmission, unless one is a serial narcissistic, psychopathic, sadomasochist, kleptomaniac monster.
My own intelligence informs me to run and keep running far far away from people who are trying to sell you something in regards to knowledge, especially God stories. For me, I am the only one who has legitimate authority over myself and what I believe and don't believe. Only I see the world according to my own perception as and through my lens, which is the only instrument available to me, to make of the world what I will, or not, and to know it will never be anyone else's script. Descriptives are all the human has got to work with, and yet these descriptives have nothing to do with the natural world as it really presents itself whatsoever.
Nice things are addictive, so of course we like those nice things that give us pleasure. We paper over the cracks of what is actual reality as it really is in denial of it's obvious brutal cruelty just pretending it's all so natural and nice, and we call it love. Love is a lie we believe is real to make the reality more bearable, addictive hard core drugs and other stong medications like alcohol and food, comfort,dumb down,and sedate as they lesson the pain for the time being as we wait for the end of this madness.
Life is a sick, murderous game. The universe is an incredibly sinister place, it's own laws of chemistry allowing the creation of these sentient, sensitive beings primed to suffer immensely on a moments notice. All for a pointless non-conscious process of getting this information into the next generation. There would be no inherent badness to life if consciousness wasn't possible. Technology and knowledge has enslaved the human even more, not made it easier or freer. The truth that we can never explain our conscious sentient feelings even though it is a fact of the universe that consciousness exists even if we cannot explain it, and that's what scares and exhilarates human being both at the same time, it's the realisation they known nothing of their sentient feeling being except what THEY themselves have MADE UP...in their desperate longing to belong to what is only a cold dark lonely pointless place, made to seem loving. They cannot accept that non-existence is always preferable to existence, that somehow even although suffering abounds the fact that it is possible to be alive makes it all worth it, it's all nonsense.
How can nature be good..Nature itself is the corruptor of all corruption and destruction. Even if humans went extinct the torture won't end, every predator dies horribly from starvation or disease, every prey animal dies horribly even if not caught and eaten, torn to shreds by teeth and Freddy Krueger type talons.
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...it just seems that there is something amazing or sacred about being in this experience, while at the same time recognizing that it is not lasting! It is like a burst/display of momentary creativity and expression... like a burst of fireworks in the sky. 