If I had been born with eyes like a spiders, would I then have been able to look at the night sky and determine where Venus and Earth were in relation to themselves and the sun?
Christopher Hitchens wrote in “Why Women Aren’t Funny”:
“The reproductive and eliminating functions (the closeness of which is the origin of all obscenity) were obviously wired together in hell by some subcommittee that was giggling cruelly as it went about its work.”
I laughed out loud at the word subcommittee, because I find the dull, paperwork bureaucracy at odds with the metaphysical land of eternal torture.
Atheists share in common only one tenet; the rejection of all God-claims hitherto suggested. The words atheism and atheist are therefore each sufficient to constitute holy scripture. The physical properties of the text is irrelevant; only the logos matters.
To worship is to acknowledge the causes of our being. As an atheist, you may worship water, soil, organisms, the sun and any force or constituent of the universe. Perform whichever ritual you like, whenever and wherever you prefer.
The hierarchy of the atheist church is obvious. The more youtube views a certain atheist has, the higher their ranking. Take their advice unquestioningly regarding all facets of life.
There is no dress code, but sensible clothing is advised. There is no moral code either. In the absence of axiomatic commandments, you must start to think for yourself.
Admission fee is 250 Noodles.
The word is probably an adaptation by early missionaries—particularly Ulfilas, apostle to the Goths during the 3rd century—of a native Germanic concept, which was a translation of Greek ψυχή psychē “life, spirit, consciousness”.
According to some religions (including the Abrahamic religions in most of their forms), souls—or at least immortal souls capable of union with the divine—belong only to human beings. Read the rest of this entry »
Subjectivity is a hard nut to crack for anyone interested in understanding the universe. Looking for answers to the ultimate questions we always end up with a certain amount of uncertainty because in the end we don’t know if we can trust ourselves. Maybe, we muse, our subjectivity clouds our judgment. Maybe our thoughts create the box that shapes our worldview. Maybe our language defines a preset limitation on understanding.
I don’t have the answer, but I’m gonna conduct a thought experiment to illustrate the fact that we actually have a box and how we can try to view the box from outside whether or not it is actually possible to step outside of it. Here follows, in random order, a number of thoughts on the connection between thought and words and thought and words-that-are-not.
What are the spaces between a comb’s teeth called?
“…it is better to be adventurous than cautious, because Fortune is a woman, and if you wish to keep her under it is necessary to beat and ill-use her…”
- Niccolò Machiavelli, Il Principe
He also says that humans “are evil”.
In these two quotes, Machiavelli embodies the European society created by the dark ages, i.e. the Christian age. The fruit of the tree of the knowledge of everything sentenced a) humanity to be forever incomplete – mortal and greedy – and b) women to suffer menstruation and birthing pains. I know that The Prince is possibly partly satirical, although I think only when it comes to details about governing and not the fundamentals like his views on human nature. Using a word like “evil” might be an exaggeration for comic effect, although still not opposite his genuine beliefs. The common people are considered detestable, war is considered obvious and women are not even considered. Even though Machiavelli does not appear to be very pious, he does sum up the horrible side of Europe, the breeding ground of Christian doctrine.
Obviously, we must ask ourselves if Machiavelli was the biggest ever troll in Europe, causing centuries of naivety and deceit alike.
“Poe’s law, in broader form, is:Without a blatant display of humor, it is impossible to create a parody of extremism or fundamentalism that someone won’t mistake for the real thing.
The core of Poe’s law is that a parody of something extreme by nature becomes impossible to differentiate from sincere extremism. A corollary of Poe’s law is the reverse phenomenon: sincere fundamentalist beliefs being mistaken for a parody of that belief.“
The grave accent, although not standardly applied to any English words, is sometimes used in poetry and song lyrics to indicate that a vowel usually silent is to be pronounced, in order to fit the rhythm or meter. Most often, it is applied to a word ending with -ed. For instance, the word looked is usually pronounced Read the rest of this entry »
Dreaming I think I’m a god
Waking I think I’m a dog
Eating I think I’m a pig
Drinking I think I’m a lake
Brushing I think I’m a skeleton
Combing I think I’m a carrot
Cutting my nails I think I’m a rhino
Peeing I think I’m a river
Shaving I think I’m a bear
Washing I think I’m a worm
Running I think I’m a raptor
Reading I think I’m a human
Blinking I think I’m not
Boarisch (Bairisch) is a Sproch im Sidostn vom deitschn Sprochraum. Zamma mitm Alemannischn, Sidfränkischn und Ostfränkischn buidns de obadeitschn Sprochn. Es Vabroadungsgebiet vom Boarischn is da oidboarische Tei vom Freistoot Bayern, es aissaste Sidvogdland in Saxn, Esterreich (estli vom Arlberg), Sidtirol und de zimbrisch-karnischn Sprochinsln in Obaitalien. Meara wia de Hejftn vo de Boarischn Muaddasprochla wohna aussahoib vom heitign Freistoot Bayern (Boarn).
For those of you who didn’t get that: Read the rest of this entry »
“Recent studies report that Y-chromosomal Adam lived as early as around 142,000 years ago.“
We’re all related to this guy, every single person on earth, including this guy:
“The Maya never said anything about the end of the world or anything about a great change in the universe on that date,” David Stuart, a professor of Mesoamerican art and writing at the University of Texas at Austin, told The Huffington Post in December 2011. “The calendar not only continues after that date,” he said. “It goes 70 octillion years into the future.” Read the rest of this entry »
Consciousness is like a spectrum from 0 to 1 shaped like a bell curve that never seems to reach its ends or top. It exists only in the infinitesimal stable island we call self in the vibration we call the universe. It is like God, one, and infinitely detailed, except it seems do have a specific and limited number of parts and obviously the parts are real, the simplifications and deduction made by the fact that the nervous system is just a tiny part of the universe and must therefore form a mirror of the universe not within itself, a blood circuit, a skeleton, muscles, bears, monkeys, a skin bag, all walking around at the mall, thinking about themselves and the universe from their perspective, worms crawling around in magic light, the guts and bacteria that are not of the same DNA produce that is also found in the two temporally shifting topias or carbon fires we call parents where the original cell of you comes from. You can pick any of these definition-metaphors (word that has a definition; isn’t this really a tautology?), because they’re all local maxima on the bell curve of our consciousness, like fractals, infinite. It’s hard to understand this so we make guesstimates. I guesstimate that we are skeletons walking around on artificial ground made of millions of year old ancestors. And that we are slabs of muscles glued fast to the silicon frame work, with the teeth and the skull. And we are the nerves that sense the universe outside ourselves and we are bears that claw at fruits with furry arms and chew the DNA produce and the billions of amino acid molecules splitting the incoming molecules apart; but this life, as we say, is not on an atomic level. The protons, neutrons and electrons are too stable to be split as easily as molecules, even big ones, like DNA, with billions of protons in each single molecule. Life, or consciousness, in its rôle in this french deconstructivist tragedíe[sic?], is a big part of reality, but alas, not the entirety, not the whole 1 of the spectrum that contains within its definition every single detail of everything (like the word everything, although, its just a linguistic word put together by only the idea of there being things in the universe, which of course could also be a philosophical stand-point, but even so a rather obvious and simple truth whereas the ultimate truth needs to be both infinitely singular and infinitely everything at the same time). I.e. one word that means everything, but that’s stupid because then it says nothing. It’s a logical impossibility to achieve such a truth and I guesstimate that the reason for this is the nature of all the things – like the skeletons, beetles, monkeys, the cells and lineage and culture and nails and water that is us, the localized zone of constant vibration, of constant change – as the water flows from my pee hole.
“Being confident in yourself is infectious if you present yourself well, others will want to follow in your foot steps towards success. “
2 Rowh, M. (2006). Carreer World
“Inaccurate self-evaluation is commonly observed in healthy populations.”
The end of 25 years.
1982 1983 1984 1985 1986 1987 <- All digits different. (1988 1989 1990 1991 1992 1993 1994 1995 1996 1997 1998 1999 2000 2001 2002 2003 2004 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012.) = 25 years consisting of numbers with at least one digit appearing twice in the Gregorian year. All digits different -> 2013 2014 2015 2016 2017 2018 2019.
Today is the 212th day of 2012. In 212 days it will be 1/3 2013. 2/3 2013 had it been a leap year like 2012. This is the day the world ends. Because people will mistake May 1st, the socialist day, for March 1st, willfully misinterpreting this prophecy to suit their own ends. Also, the day ends, but the night too, they are connected, like you are connected, all worm-like skeletons walking around with molecular autophotoisomerization receivers plugged into their neuron nests. We’re all connected to the sun because it lights our vision, and the moon, and the candles and bakers and the bumblebeemakers. 2013 is the day of reckoning or begging, depending on the Mayan interpretation. “The moon will end today/the sun will end a night of reckoning (or begging)”. It is the unlucky year of Jesus, the 13th year of Pisces, the fisherman carpenter superman. The halfgod will return, clad in iron masks, he will ride a serpent, long and hard, blasphemous, bejeweled, a silver bolt through dead woods, like a virgin, touched for the very first time, uuh la la la.
The Euphrates is the longest and one of the most historically important rivers of Western Asia. Together with the Tigris, it is one of the two defining rivers of Mesopotamia. Originating in eastern Turkey, the Euphrates flows through Syria and Iraq to join the Tigris in the Shatt al-Arab, which empties into the Persian Gulf. The Great Ziggurat temple of Ur on the mouth of the river Euphrates was built by King Ur-Nammu dedicated to the moon goddess Nanna/Sîn, in the 21st century BC during the Third Dynasty of Ur. The construction of the ziggurat was finished in the 21st century BC by King Shulgi, Ur-Nammu’s son, who is best known for his extensive revision of the scribal school’s curriculum. Although it is unclear how much he actually wrote, there are numerous praise poems written by and directed towards this ruler. He proclaimed himself a god in his 23rd regnal year. During his 48-year reign, the Read the rest of this entry »
Do we have a soul? Are we magical, special, immaterial beings? Are we, a tiny % of the universe, unique and different from everything else that is material? Do animals have souls? Materially they are just as unique as humans. We have the same DNA, the largest and most complex known molecule in the universe. If we are unique then so are the other animals. Is it the nervous system that is unique? It is 1 and near-symmetrical, connected in the middle of the brain, spread out in different globes and layers, stretching outwards through 4 tentacles, 5 if you include a penis, in near-uncountable sprouts. This is the structure that shapes a mirror of the universe. It is not magically separated from the universe, it is material and a borderless part of the universe. So, the universe is 1 and near-infinite in terms of size, time and number of parts. The body is a countable number of parts, although in a constant flux as you can see in the video clip. The soul is the idea that the flux is a constant and as an idea it is great, it makes us self-aware and that enables us to achieve what no other things in the universe has achieved, breakfast cereals. But it is only an idea, self-awareness is not a constant, we are unconscious, we dream, we misunderstand ourselves and the universe, lying and guesses things wrong. Consciousness is recreated each new instant over time, each new state of mind unique, reflecting the ongoing changes of the nervous system brought on by its material machinery which is energized and resourced by the surrounding universe and thus also reflecting the universe. So, what are we? Well, we ARE this machine, in an everyday practical sense of the word being, practical in a way that furthers evolution by treating yourself as separate from the universe, because you have constantified the flux of the universe, inside the flux, so that you can control it. At other times it is better to remember the unity between the self and the rest and think of how the flux continues into and through the perceived constant. So, we have this delusion of a constant soul because we are, almost, 1 nervous system and we have the delusion that we are a part of God because our souls makes us feels special and magical. We are all connected, but only in a material sense. We are all unique, but only in a material sense, just like the state of the mind is constantified, so is the entire flux of the universe. We percieve it as globes and forces and circles and teeth. Which is practical, especially since small things like atoms are pretty constant from our perspective, i.e. the perspective of a 2 m tall structure that lives for 100 years. The universe, however, remains a flux and only in its function of each of its unique states, which is, again, material, can we relate the near-infinite? parts in relation to each other, a flash before it is a complete new world. Or maybe that’s just what I think.
I was watching a SC2 game and thought “the difference between good and bad is accepting it or fixing it, which you can decide in retrospect. i mean, you can say something is bad and try to fix it, but if you fail you have to retry until you succeed or accept that you failed, except then you might call it bad. lot of ifs and buttocks in that sentence.”
May 22nd 1762
“Swedish ships can get armed”
“From next year Swedish ships are expected to be allowed to have armoured guards aboard to protect themselves from pirates.”
“Swedish ships have been attacked by pirates but never captured.”
Actually, this is from today 2012 and not from 1762 and humans still carry guns built by humans for humans to kill humans. It amazes me.
I met a guy who works with fighter jets and told him I find the word ‘enemies’ strange. I said it was like taking two dogs and making them superintelligent and the first thing they do is bite each other to death. I don’t know why I find it strange, but I think of humans as a collection of atoms, a sort of material constant that both is and is a part of a motion called the Big Bang. We’re like dogs, we look like dogs and are made of the same stuff as dogs, cells, bacteria, DNA, atoms fused in solar fusion, we eat what dogs eat, carbon; other life. And we perceive the world as they do, through two eyes and two nose holes.
We need to change the way we do things. We should not be at war with each other. It seems simple enough, doesn’t it?
But we got capitalism, a global system within which every humans is ranked from 1st to 7 billionth, a race for who is the best human, a constant prison death match where everyone is in the fighting arena at the same time. You can only get ahead by taking from someone else, any positive thing you do results in a loss of value for someone else. That’s a parasite system. Why not live in symbiosis and say ‘everything belongs to everyone’? We don’t to fight over resources. It limits our potential to advance our technology and knowledge if we not only have to spend time trying to figure stuff out but also have to spend time fighting each other.
And we got religion, a glocal system within every human is judged. In Christianity, Islam and Judaism all people are divided into 2 types of people; evil and good. The good will live in a paradisical fantasy land with rainbow-coloured unicorns forever. The evil will be tortured forever. And this is because an invisible force wanted all this to happen. This force created a man and then decided to let the man duplicate himself by creating a feminine version of the man in which he could put a sample of his blueprint which this force has stored inside the leather body in the form of giant molecules so that the blueprint could be passed on and itself become a man that could itself duplicate itself into more duplicates able to duplicate themselves into dublicates able to duplicate themselves and so on. The man is seen as the creation of a perfect mind. The woman is seen as a pile of manure in which you can stick things and stuff grows out of it.
However, if it is possible to fix the problems of capitalism, religion and other misguided systems, it is possible for us 7 000 000 000 people to do amazing things.
Carrying drift wood, the empty souls drew a line. Twice hither, neither thither. The mice followed suit, unbuttoning layers of abstractions until the bright bone shone through and lit the souls alive. They danced in a field of black, waves penetrating the senses becoming the senses, being. A metal door unhinged itself. The border unveiled its true colours, fixating the cosmos, driving the parrots mad as bats in a lamborghini. The field weakened at the thought of capitalism. True colours lay down as eggs, smooth waves yawned and shot tentacles with ruby eyes into the lightning storm and caressed the car with infinite solitude. Germany sprung from the phoenix’ soul dust. Reloading, it said: “Nick ta mere”, which means “F yo mama”. The mice erected a statue of Napoleon in response and held hands. They shouted in barbarian and looked hither. This is where the border is! By this time, the empty souls, that were now filled, because of the mice unbuttoning their suits,had ironically finished building the boats and decided to kill their new-found Gods. Germany was in uproar, the parrots had gone back to sleep. Only the cosmos could save them now. But he was busy.