oh how I hate editing posts, so let's do it together

After Dejavu had thus quoth, he looked at thedope. No, he wasn't a tarantula. He wasn't even a tar baby. Brer dope was a joker. He did after all personally wonder how an idiot blinks. :-D

 

Tar baby would tell you that thedope is fond of metaphor for it's power to reach embedded potential. From start to finish he would go with you wherever and at the end of a long day hold out his hand and ask if you would like to go further.

For my part I am constrained by the self organizing principle of life. It is my only prohibition and in this single prohibition I find grace, and this grace inspires my gratitude. Gratitude is the end of want.

 

And the reason that the dope was not given to being grateful was because being grateful involved ideas of lack. Was gratefulness an extension of the scarcity idea? Only thedope could know for sure.

 

Poor Dejavu. Was it only he that knew lifes self-organization prohibits nothing? He knew, but for all others it seemed he was still only coming to know. Poor, poor Dejavu. He wallowed in self-pity for a second or two more and then rejected it just as lightly as you please. Yes, you. He was never tired of wanting. Never abject in his desire. His hope was as fresh as it had ever been. As though gratitude could be the end of want! He laughed. For want of what? Itself? His sides were splitting, but he stood on, a pillar saint before all prospects of being anything but perpendiculiar in his undimmed perspicacity....

 

Poor Dejavu indeed, not recognizing that life in no wise prohibits figures of speech. Life's prohibition is against non-existence. You always have it but if you cling it escapes you.

I had said thank you before as tar baby would tell you, him being more interested in history, but never had I known the knock your socks off sense of unending gratitude when I recognized for the first time without doubt, that I was real.

 

Life has no prohibition against non-existence! Said Dejavu, suppressing a guffaw that might be thought ungainly. What of non-existence could be prohibited?! Are you trying to say non-existence exists?! He looked at thedope, squarely, though not acutely.

We are already barefoot here, he went on. We are only interested in your love.

 

Storch wished to reassure Dejavu that the guffaw would not be ungainly, and that the situation, in fact, called for two guffaws. Storch was relatively certain that as much as Dejavu has conversed with thedope, he would be completely out of guffaws . . . as well as his store of WTFs. He hoped that Dejavu wouldn't PM him asking to borrow some of his guffaws and WTFs because Sorch had had enough conversations with thedope to have squandered all his in the opening salvos of their first . . . discussion. Storch was like that. Yeah he was.

Other than that, he didn't want to interrupt Dejavu's treatment of thedope.

 

Don't be square, doesn't go with your hair. I can't seem to not exist, but have been known to pummel another's knee with his slaphter upon sharing the glee I find in me.

 

And what was it you recognized about yourself that convinced you that you were real?

 

Did it happen to be the same thing that convinced you that you were qualified to determine whether or not you're real?

 

Are you sure you're not a real illusion? Cuz ya know, I'm an illusion, and illusions are known by the company they keep.

 

You're an illusionary manifestation of your mind's attempt to separate itself from itself. I'm here to free you. Now get on your knees and tell me about the raccoon.

The raccoon won fair and square. You took the rooster's part. Well what if that raccoon was your neighbor's pet, and he decided to take his raccoon's part and club you to death? This is just illusionary food for thought, so don't worry, it can't really fill you.

And if you're thinking about blaming the neighbor for not containing his raccoon, do you really want to go there . . . even in an illusion?

 

I am all of the above and all of the below and everything in between but none in particular. I am free, unbound able to exercise my will as opposed to contending with my impulses. I went from being disaffected and looking for a place to lay my head to being one others look to and find rest in. Not by hook or crook but by honestly coming into my own. I gave up looking to measure myself and discovered what had been inherent but concealed by accusation.

How much joy would know to discover that nothing that had ever transpired in your life had robbed you of innocence and that you had lived under a nightmare spell of accusation? How much joy would you know if the scales fell from your eyes and you saw the world with new brightness and realized the truth you are after all a child of light?

 

Well why didn't you just say so?

 

repost from elsewhere

today the goblin was thinking about someone who had lost over 1000 posts from being banned somewhere, "...well that explains why I post across forumland now...", simply, anyone could lock someone's threads, or delete or edit their posts, or ban them outright, where again, the forum or its server could fold, crash, start asking for money, anything then, whatever now, but none of this would effect the goblin one bit, since his posts were across forumland, that is across both forums and servers, again and again, such being the enduring power of forumland he felt, whereupon the goblin just said "...in fact, I could become a beggar on the street with nothing to my name, or ill in hospital then, but forumland would still have these posts across it now, and after me even..."


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repost from "karma related to questioning ones faith" thread, elsewhere

the goblin thanked the poster noting that the point of the title is "how will my karma be effected if I question my faith", which admittedly is the mixing of unknowns here, that of "a tally" on the one hand, and "a judgment" on the other, "...ah, but everyone knows calvin's argument, which goes "if a potter makes a pot, and the pot leaks water, is it the fault of the pot or the potter, it's the fault of the potter isn't it, so then, if God makes you, and you sin, whose fault is it"..." voiced the goblin, somehow knowing that usual response of free will, which is silly because God decides the amount of free will here, and knows the outcome too, in short, there is just nothing God doesn't know, nor anything that God can delegate to chance since God is the "all knowing God", whereupon the goblin added "...the other argument is the atheist's one in the picture below...", but the goblin preferred the gnostic way where there is no tally nor judge, just a journey to self instead


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When he was a boy, Storch overheard some neighbor ladies talking about him when one of them said, "Well, the fruit don't fall too far from the tree, that's for sure." Storch knew for a fact that that lady was still alive, and a christian. He was giving serious consideration to the idea of paying her a visit and asking: If we be the fruits of God, and we be sinners, too, then what kind of a tree does that make God, because ya know, bitch, the fruit don't fall too far from the tree. But Storch knew that, with his luck, she'd probably be too old to remember what he was talking about . . . if she even remembered him.

 

repost from elsewhere

the goblin just reminded himself again for something, saying "... no, it's not the number of posts, which one has posted, that really means much, that is, since for example someone who tagged threads to death with smileys, would soon get them exactly the same postcount as someone else who had tried to include content each time...", not that the goblin held anything against someone who was trying to be "the poster with the most posts" here, only that instead he preferred something else, saying "...no, to see if one's thread is actually working, maybe it's wiser to look at the hitcount to postcount ratio rather than just the postcount alone, since often good thread has a low postcount to a high hitcount, think of it as hitcount divided by postcount equals one's readership now, whereas a thread with many replies reflects participation then...", then the goblin, forgetting about that, his went off in search of another picture again, as if knowing that others here had reading problems and would probably come back complaining that the goblin's posts were always too long, "...so, hands up all those who think flea's posts are too long then..." ventured the goblin now


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Now this was odd. A livewriting goblin who journeyed to self before gob, a gnostic goblin to boot, or rather not to boot since he was reposted from elsewhere. Dejavu didn't know what a gnostic was of course, but he at least had some idea of what a goblin was, and he admitted that a gnostic goblin had a ring to it, even if it struck upon the absurd with a clang. The absurd was something Dejavu accepted even if he did not always appreciate it, notwithstanding his very best humour. In this case however he was willing to do both. As an atheist, Dejavu had never made a tally of life, and wondered if the goblin thought it was a given trait of the atheist in its natural habitat. He found it refreshing to hear talk of preferences. Were goblins really not to be trusted? He felt he could trust this goblin. He felt he trusted thedope too, though he wasn't sure for what. All the same [sic] he nodded a signal to storch that may have meant anything from good to see you, to keep your guns up.

:-D

 

Storch sat and considered Dejavu. After seeing his first few posts in this thread, Storch had come to think of Dejavu as a real friend; not even two days later, he had completely given up the idea of forcing Dejavu's participation in the reenactment of any scenes from any movies, but especially not from the movie Deliverance.