The grand meaning to life by speshuldusty, literature
Literature
The grand meaning to life
Looky here, another organism wonders how everything came to be instead of trying to cure cancer or building a bridge. I know it's quite an innate hunch to follow, but the answer will never come. Now, you may be genius and therefore more encouraged to take the plunge into philosophy, but I assure you that you are not so smart that the physics affecting the billions of people before you will suddenly rip open and deluge all wonders of our existence.
Aside from finding this incredibly unlikely goal, why not look to the more likely scenario-- you dying soon. Yes, that seems, no matter the intellect, a worthy task for your expertise, because it g
I watched Growing Up Online and was completely aware of what it showed. I know this is the future of our civilization and have no desire to have kids as a result. I do not say this because I am disgusted or horrified, but because I realize I must use my time wisely.
The earth is just a single planet in a massive universe. Our existence on top of it can just be easily summed up as a hiccup within the chemical filth that coats it, so why is a single person any use? We formed the Internet and are assimilating with each other to freely exchange ideas and have all information at our fingertips, so why doesn't anyone expect us to become more Inter
Thousands of years ago, man claimed these planes for his own after his ascension above beast. Ever since that first day, he has striven to improve and better himself as a whole. Enhancement was made for every meager challenge or daily task, and it made it too easy for man to become comfortable in his banal existence. This necessarily wasnt a bad thing, for this was what the human race has struggled to do for such a long time. This naturally inherited ability to exist without change was the reward given to us by our ancestors. But, with the lack of hardships in his life, man only had his carnal d
So I got into an internet argument... if you could call it that. It was on a forum in the coexist movement's site, and was titled consciousness. After rereading it over and over again, I realized that all of us want to be gods. Even I seek glory through logic and selflessness as a perfectionism through approach, and the only difference we have among each other as we hurt so hard to be a trophy is how much better we are at the game.
People don't like knowing they are nothing. We don't want to seem lack-lustre. I can understand why, because every person who sucks in their gut, primps their hair, or voices their intelligence is more likely to a
Some people believe DMT is a spirit molecule.
I believe some amounts of DMT's effects can be understood through logical conclusions.
The serotonin 2c and sigma 1 receptors are used in normal communication between neurons in the brain as can be overwhelmingly proven by our studies on kittens' visual cortexes and many serotonin receptor mediations that I've read. Also, the DMT binds with higher affinity than serotonin or other agonizers.
The DMT mol
I don't think worldly pursuits would be on the mind for an AI to destroy us all. We do what we do and came to seek dominion following chemical rewards evolved to guide survival and reproduction. A truly logical being would probably kill itself to save the universe its entropy.
The grand meaning to life by speshuldusty, literature
Literature
The grand meaning to life
Looky here, another organism wonders how everything came to be instead of trying to cure cancer or building a bridge. I know it's quite an innate hunch to follow, but the answer will never come. Now, you may be genius and therefore more encouraged to take the plunge into philosophy, but I assure you that you are not so smart that the physics affecting the billions of people before you will suddenly rip open and deluge all wonders of our existence.
Aside from finding this incredibly unlikely goal, why not look to the more likely scenario-- you dying soon. Yes, that seems, no matter the intellect, a worthy task for your expertise, because it g
I watched Growing Up Online and was completely aware of what it showed. I know this is the future of our civilization and have no desire to have kids as a result. I do not say this because I am disgusted or horrified, but because I realize I must use my time wisely.
The earth is just a single planet in a massive universe. Our existence on top of it can just be easily summed up as a hiccup within the chemical filth that coats it, so why is a single person any use? We formed the Internet and are assimilating with each other to freely exchange ideas and have all information at our fingertips, so why doesn't anyone expect us to become more Inter
Okay, so you're hovering over a blank sheet of paper while banging your pencil against your head because you can't construe a decent thesis on an essay that is due tomorrow. But fear not, for all that you have to do is bullshit the essay, which means to create the essay without originality or much thought, by following these guidelines
The first step in the art of bullshitting is the creation of a topic and thesis that follows whatever genre was assigned. The easiest topic that you should first consider is finding one that you have done in the past, for it is easy to simply reconstruct an essay rather than formulate a new one from scratch. S
The woman psyche is often thought as impossible to define because of the many complications that men have faced during relationships, but I have come to realize that all of them are the same, relative to the classification they are in. The only differences within each class are the memories of the woman and the differences in her personality that were caused by a man's encroachment on her natural order.
The first division of women is seen every day in large social groups, conversing about common feminine topics and meaningless activities; the woman I am talking of will be referred to as the 'airhead'. This female, who has sacrificed her inte
A vile trip, inhibitions slip
Glasses tip for a sanguine sip
The world's insane, a twisted plane
With selfish gain is like cocaine
Our lives are lies spent for blue skies
We feel torment from each surprise
No matter what our minds stay shut
It's all easy if life's a rut
Another breeds, another dies
Another seeds what could be wise
The world of noise silences the free
Hiding away whom we could envy
Red is running from wall to wall
Man disbelieves he could fall
Why must we all impede and stall
At this massive masquerade ball?
You can join with the rare who quit
And clean up the mess a little bit
the pen is penned, pendulum swinging,
poe singing with the raven caw cawwing and the heart thump thumping
paper raped by the ink drop dripping, line skipping for editing and more quipping.
free flowing thoughts, words coming about
like rising up within me, see my passion abound.
frowned at the smudge, "oh fudge," ink sprawled on all fours
sloppy ink, kitchen sink, scrub a dub dub, love.
paper illegible, intangible thought process lost between the smudge marks
crumpled up, shaken up, where to start? which feeling? which part?
heart heaving, slow breathing
take a fresh tree, grind it, press it, bleach it, never mind it.
type it.
it
It seems such a waste of time without any returned investment. It's not even good for the kids I see all over it, because they literally post things for just the sake of posting them rather than caring about whether it's good, because whether it's crap or good work they get the same reviews. I'm not saying I know anything, but some girl just told me this and I lost all interest.
"I actually have no idea what this poem is about. I'm just like, "Hey, Let's put another poem up! But what should it be about? *started typing random things*. Hm. I'm lazy today. *posts without reading*". And that's where this (and most other poems I've put up here)
voice the problems. I had problems getting the author to concede some of his idiocies. And I kinda gave up after he proved he wasn't so dedicated to sending it out to publishers.