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12-14-2020, 01:20 AM
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Re: Woman Mangled in Farm Equipment
Sure thing. Next tine I get a flat tire on my bicycle, I'll ask for your help. Just don't blow a valve doing it—I hope your technique is better than the galivantic, copulatory spasms of that hysterical Chinese woman who blew her rod in the other thread. You understood nothing of my post and its philosophical relevance to the human condition vis-à-vis of the depredations and trauma stemming from the vicious childhood inculcation of illusory phantasms—the likes of Christianity and other associated schizophrenic neuroses. The meaninglessness and cruelty of this woman's death speaks volumes as to the absolute, unquestionable absence of a demiurge of any kind—while paradoxically also bearing witness to HIS immorality—if HE existed, that is, which HE does not. Does this paradox vex you into never-ending apoplexy? Gone to church much? I don't suppose. Or maybe you do. Either way—lucky you. In any case, I'm not gonna bother to explain my Satanic exegesis to you in detail, as you don't strike me as the inquisitive type anyway. Praise the Lord! |
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12-15-2020, 02:23 AM
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Re: Woman Mangled in Farm Equipment
You are welcome. I just want you to live free while I protect you and yours. I don’t want any thanks in return though. I do what I have to do for the weak
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12-20-2020, 04:47 AM
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Re: Woman Mangled in Farm Equipment
There is nothing after death, because the formerly functioning organism becomes completely and forever destroyed by the process of decomposition—and with it, the brain, whose physical structures, chemical and electrical processes made possible the virtualization of the projected mind, personality, and what we loosely call the "soul." Hope is overrated. Through catharsis and the sublimation of pain, I learned to accept reality for what it is, and in that painful process, cherish every moment we have in 'this' short life to the max—with the good and the bad—for these smatterings of time encapsulating the ephemeral garden of our short-lived earthly pleasures, matter infinitely more than an eternity of non-existent, perfunctory heavens or hells. Some days though, even I, still hope as you do—it is the everlasting, immanent and ineffable yearning of our common humanity. On this, I most sincerely and wholeheartedly hope that you are right, and I am wrong. Regards. |