What Makes A God?

You don't need to defend you love, remember I said I was using your words to show something.

It's fine that you represent yourself but know that everyone has their own representation and they may judge you regardless.

Sticks and stones

 

are you judging me? I would prefer you speak of your feelings or ideas, rather than what others may feel or think.

 

Well just so the joke is at no ones expense. I know you funny guy. I'm not here to rate performance. i know you understand me and if you don;t you ask questions.

 

Well, it was at the other guy's expense, though he is not out anything . . . really. Okay, I'm focused again.

 

No. What was your comment, my love is not conditional. Denying the distinction the other way. I would prefer you not put conditions on what you will comprehend. I am not pointing fingers at people but at words.

 

Dudes out of the loop

 

I am not weighing my words......I am spontaneous with them as I feel what i am saying......always.
I feel I have hit a wall.....some how now......though.....or have been invaded upon or something...not sure why I feel a little annoyed at the moment....but must try to sort that out....as I know why but won't say...so must go cool off, I guess....before I do lose it.

 

Well notice you feel invaded. But you don't know why. it is because of suspicion." Are you judging me?" When we judge we feel judged even though that may in fact not be the case. The judgement that caused suspicion, and it was made long ago, was that men can be dangerous to each other. The judgement that causes fury is that they are.

 

Spelled out EXPLICITLY enough for you?

 

We feel what we are saying because we are saying it.

 

More pettiness on the way I'm sure.

 

Not him nor me. The book reference is missing in content or page or section or exactly which some you are talking about. 'All it comunicates is that you went to the library and are sympatico with her statements

 

Storch has a mouthpiece now

 

Your comments in this thread amount to no more than a place to put your ego. Tell me something good about you. i'm listening.

 

What difference who communicated the point if the point is made? It's called communicating.

 

You couldn't even last a post after you claim "I'm listening" ? Wow, seem quite intent on listening.

 

When a snake sheds it's skin the scales fall from it's eyes and it has a shiny new skin.

To have a shiny new life we stop measuring it and relate to it on an equal basis

 

I've responded to everything you have said.

 

Don't be offended by anything I've said. I'll speak frankly. I'm still somewhat en-mired in the conditional love thing. I get angered, and I decide who and what is deserving of my love. But I view my awareness that I still have a propensity for adding and subtracting names to my love list as progress toward deprogramming myself. Love is a word, and I learned the definition from other people, like a tradition passed down. I was supposed to love my mom and dad and brothers and sisters, and God, and even my country, but what I felt didn't match what I was supposed to feel. When I was around ten years old, I remember realizing that I'd rather see my dad die than my dog. I loved my dog, but I did not love my dad. My dog filled a need that no one else did. He walked with me and he gave me joy that I didn't find anywhere else. I didn't know that I had a right to decide who and what had meaning to me and who and what didn't.

There was no way that I loved . . . anyone; not according to the definition. I remember thinking I must be strange, and maybe even mentally deficient because I didn't feel it. We've all been there . . . right? Oh god, tell me you've been there . . . even if you haven't. Do it out of love for me. Anyway, this all leads to unconditional love, which has nothing to do with emotion. Passion is fine, but it's not love. When I was thirty, I saw a fly caught in a spider's web in the woods. My first thought was to save the fly. But saving the fly meant depriving the spider. Now I'm rambling, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Love, Storch.

 

Let's take this slow for your benefit. Thedope said ". . . here comes the price tag." What do you imagine he was speaking in reference to?

Are you getting angry, because it sounds like your ego has found a mouthpiece.