Which Book Impressed You The Most?

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  1. Irminsul

    Irminsul Valkyrie

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    QFT!
     
  2. parua

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    The Selfish Gene. When I finally escaped my small redneck home town, I found a real bookstore! Right or wrong, the book let me feel less guilt about not believing what everyone else I'd ever known(up to that point) believed in.
     
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    I might have to check that out. I liked The Blind Watchmaker quite a bit, moreso than The God Delusion, which I think is his best selling book. He seems like he's at two different points in his career during the two books and I think that has alot to do with what I prefer about the former. Blind Watchmaker feels like a scientist expounding on the science to inform his metaphysics as where God Delusion feels like an appointed Atheist orator using philosophy with some reference to science, to support his position.
     
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  4. Irminsul

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    Ah, GB gonna start learning about our stunted DNA structure.

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  6. wooleeheron

    wooleeheron Brain Damaged Lifetime Supporter

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    The Tao Te Ching which has been called either the world's deepest philosophical well on the planet, or the deepest pile of manure ever conceived, while everybody I know agrees it is both. Call me brain damaged, but I've always preferred my own ignorant philosophy to that of other people. The ancient Chinese knew all the secrets of bullshit, and formulated them mathematically, in such a complex way, that modern computers are only now beginning to make sense out of mathematical bullshit.

    Its written using a very stylized contextual vagueness that allows the reader to interpret the text in five distinct ways. One day you'll laugh your head off, and the next you'll argue with the text. I recommend Peter Merel's GNL interpolation which is incredibly lucid as deep do-do goes.
     
  7. You're brain damaged.
     
  8. guerillabedlam

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    Are you sure you're not confusing it with Chariots of the Gods? I've read that
     
  9. Irminsul

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    Nope. But if you enjoy the one you said you want to read then I can put you onto the one I was reading about our violent and greed genes, our stunted DNA and genome etc. :)
     
  10. maxmayer

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    Aghata's books impressed me most of all.. I like this genre
     
  11. ChoosChins

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    I second Dostoyevsky's 'Crime and Punishment' but will also add 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte. Every time I read it (which I try to do yearly) I get something new out of it. It's cruel, bitter, mad and there is more than a hint of incest and the supernatural in it. I've never read anything like it. So unique!
     
  12. wilsjane

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    The book was a take off of the realities of communism.
     
  13. wilsjane

    wilsjane Nutty Professor HipForums Supporter

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    Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches-
    Had bellies with stars.
    The Plain-Belly Sneetches-Had none upon thars.

    Those stars weren’t so big. They were really so small.
    You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.

    But, because they had stars, all the Star-Belly Sneetches
    Would brag, “We’re the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches.
    With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they’d snort
    “We’ll have nothing to do with the Plain-Belly sort!”
    And whenever they met some, when they were out walking,
    They’d hike right on past them without even talking.

    When the Star-Belly children went out to play ball,
    Could a Plain- Belly get in the game…? Not at all.
    You only could play if your bellies had stars
    And the Plain-Belly children had none upon thars.

    When the Star-Belly Sneetches had frankfurter roasts
    Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
    They never invited the Plain-Belly Sneetches.
    They left them out cold, in the dark of the beaches.
    They kept them away. Never let them come near.
    And that’s how they treated them year after year.

    Then ONE day, seems…while the Plain-Belly Sneetches
    Were moping and doping alone on the beaches,
    Just sitting there wishing their bellies had stars…
    A stranger zipped up in the strangest of cars!


    My friends,” he announced in a voice clear and keen,
    “My name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean.
    And I’ve heard of your troubles. I’ve heard you’re unhappy.
    But I can fix that. I’m the Fix-it-Up Chappie.
    I’ve come here to help you. I have what you need.
    And my prices are low. And I work at great speed.
    And my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed!


    Then, quickly Sylvester McMonkey McBean
    Put together a very peculiar machine.
    And he said, “You want stars like a Star-Belly Sneetch…?
    My friends, you can have them for three dollars each!”

    “Just pay me your money and hop right aboard!”
    So they clambered inside. Then the big machine roared
    And it klonked. And it bonked. And it jerked. And it berked
    And it bopped them about. But the thing really worked!
    When the Plain-Belly Sneetches popped out, they had stars!
    They actually did. They had stars upon thars!

    Then they yelled at the ones who had stars at the start,
    “We’re exactly like you! You can’t tell us apart.
    We’re all just the same, now, you snooty old smarties!
    And now we can go to your frankfurter parties.”

    “Good grief!” groaned the ones who had stars at the first.
    “We’re still the best Sneetches and they are the worst.
    But, now, how in the world will we know,” they all frowned,
    “If which kind is what, or the other way round?”

    Then came McBean with a very sly wink.
    And he said, “Things are not quite as bad as you think.
    So you don’t know who’s who. That is perfectly true.
    But come with me, friends. Do you know what I’ll do?
    I’ll make you, again, the best Sneetches on beaches
    And all it will cost you is ten dollars eaches.”

    “Belly stars are no longer in style,” said McBean.
    “What you need is a trip through my Star-off Machine.
    This wondrous contraption will take off your stars
    So you won’t look like Sneetches who have them on thars.”
    And that handy machine Working very precisely
    Removed all the stars from their tummies quite nicely.

    Then, with snoots in the air, they paraded about
    And they opened their beaks and they let out a shout,
    “We know who is who! Now there isn’t a doubt.
    The best kind of Sneetches are Sneetches without!”

    Then, of course, those with stars all got frightfully mad.
    To be wearing a star now was frightfully bad.
    Then, of course, old Sylvester McMonkey McBean
    Invited them into his star-off machine.

    Then, of course from THEN on, as you probably guess,
    Things really got into a horrible mess.
    All the rest of that day, on those wild screaming beaches,
    The fix-it-up Chappie kept fixing up Sneetches.
    Off again! On Again! In again! Out again!
    Through the machines they raced round and about again,
    Changing their stars every minute or two.
    They kept paying money. They kept running through
    Until neither the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew
    Whether this one was that one…or that one was this one
    Or which one was what one …or what one was who.

    Then, when every last cent
    Of their money was spent,
    The Fix-it-Up Chappie packed up
    And he went.

    And he laughed as he drove
    In his car up the beach,
    “They never will learn.
    No. You can’t teach a Sneetch!”

    But McBean was quite wrong. I’m quite happy to say
    That the Sneetches got really quite smart on that day,
    The day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches
    And no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches
    That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars
    And whether they had one, or not, upon thars.

     
  14. wooleeheron

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    The book I'm writing is my favorite, also known as the "Book that can Never Be Written" consisting of 4,430 poems all extrapolated from the Tao Te Ching by millions of people around the globe, who instantly recognize our Rainbow Warrior poetry, many of which are considered classics, and immediately recognize which are better. After about 30 years of research into the Tao Te Ching, I discovered its all based on primitive tribal potty humor, still being re-invented by children around the world today. We believe it is the voice of the collective unconscious, echoing in our own children, teaching us all how to become whoever we wish to be. I call it the wisdom of our collective ignorance.

    The first time I came across our poems, I immediately recognized their complexity, as if they were calling out to me. Within three years I figured out roughly where the Tao Te Ching should have another poem, that illuminates about 83% of the text better. Its actually two poems, that go together, and express the two grammars of the English language in vague contextual terms, thus, illustrating how thought and grammar emerge from our emotional syntax. I stink, therefore I am a miracle of life, while Descartes did some of his best thinking on the toilet. I had to crack the English language, to even begin to grasp the physics, only to discover its the ancient Chinese blessing and curse.

    Rainbow Warriors often say, "You follow the rabbit down a rabbit hole to a Wonderland, where a tornado carries you away to somewhere over the rainbow. Just follow the Yellow Brick road and make new friends."

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