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

repost from elsewhere, the "afterlife" thread

the goblin turned up, and then explained "...in life, there is only this journey to self here, that you can know of for sure, in that, some people will talk about lots of things that make sense attaching still more things they will then ask you to believe in, even as far as to offer you an eternal reward or punishment depending on whether you accept their given line as the truth about your afterlife...", somehow the goblin knew that the next bit was harder but he continued "...so imagine the first of two choices, that you accepted their argument to its full, and did exactly as told to because that reward or punishment that was coming later, now what would that tell you about yourself and how base you are then, simply your actions would be based on self-advantage here, something like taking out a mortgage on heaven perhaps, every good action you did would be some contribution towards that mortgage then, wouldn't it...", so the goblin just offered the second choice by saying "...now imagine the other choice, that all your actions good or bad were based on your own judgment of them, no expectation, nor reward nor punishment here, just you knowing yourself by what you do, well if you can imagine these two choices clearly then, and can still choose the latter of the two, thus defying any notion of buying god, or the devil and anything else for that matter, saying "I do not look to reward in my actions, those actions are the reward in themselves", then for an eternity you could hold you head up high and look your maker in the eye, saying "well, you may not like my choices but at least I was, as honest to them then, as I am to you now too"..."


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"...wrong mortals, the goblin is just a persona, that is, on forumland there is no "flesh and blood and bones", nor "gender", "day", 'time", "place" nor "age" for that matter, for it is all just "what you read" and "what you write", where there is no more a human here than if you were to look at a book and saying "you are flesh and blood and bone my dear book", though the source of what you see is human, agreed, but what you read here isn't any more human than books, films, music, paintings and the like are, simply they are, like this text you're reading now, representations here, miss that point and you will not see what you are actually seeing for what think your seeing instead..." ventured the goblin again, building up to that line he had thought often enough, saying "...welcome to the masked ball of forumland, any representation you choose is ok because none are true, for even the best writer in the world couldn't possibly write himself as he truly is, why, because written words only represent don't they mortals..."


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Impenetrable, said Dejavu, humptily, and then unsaid it by way of saying that he had. What he'd meant to say of course was that there is no glitch in itself. Words may only mortally represent, but humanity is thicker than thieves, baser than anything we can quantify, he laughed, standing up. Self is in everything, went Dejavu, gesturing with his hands and shifting from one leg to the other as though to prove it to himself. Dejavu thought, like the goblin before him, and after him also, that it was the only thing he could ever prove was in everything, everything already being in everything. He shed, well, not a tear, but the thought that everythings happening somehow meant it had already happened, shedding, since the somehow was a nonsense considering the nohow of his knowhow regarding it. He was as little determined to invent himself as he was predetermined to, and he was certainly not resigned to. Could he help or was that not help, but create? It was a question that always ended up boring him. He knew he wanted to.

 

("...beautiful post, one of your best for sure, dejavu ..." went the goblin)

repost from elsewhere

the goblin showed, in fact, he was just waiting for the server to finish migrating and felt slightly stranded without his store-thread now, not that its loss could really do much damage to his collection at this point since everything was posted across forumland now, "...no, the trick mortals is to be repetitive perhaps, yes, but to different audiences each time, if simply because sooner or later one of two things happens, either that one will make a post worth keeping where keeping is in itself repeating, or else, that one invariably falls foul of that swipe fairy somewhere..." mentioned the goblin well remembering when she had last hit, saying "...just that these forums and servers fold at some point, and their members too drift on, and yet the one constant throughout remains that one of being oneself thinking up one's posts upon a changing landscape of forumland, where yes one tries to leave one's mark but it's just winning the unwinnable isn't it, for the landscape isn't really real any more real than oneself is really here either, matrix perhaps..."


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"...you're doing great so far, it's like talking in one's own way then, I mean take any book off that bookshelf and you'll soon notice that no two writers write in the same way, and if you write from the heart then you're far more a writer in my view that anything perfectly written that not from the heart..." mentioned the goblin who simply remembered going through shakespeare's texts with all those faults then, and van gogh's unconventional brushwork too, continuing "...anyway, there is only one person who knows if it's really right and meets their own benchmark, and that's the person who writes it, the others don't really count you see, why, because they don't have to live with what they have written..."


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repost from elsewhere

no, by being anonymous, it meant that the goblin couldn't promote anything here about himself, merely he was correcting the words he had originally addressed towards his persona or mask now, saying "...look, if you find it a veiled insult that you can't prove anything about yourself on forumland, I will be happy to share that insult with you then, since I too, can't prove anything about myself either, so whether it's some veiled insult or just a clear fact depends upon one's interpretation and changes nothing, where the truth is ever veiled anyway, though from me no insult is intended now, simply it was truth then, it still is too, for we are ever anonymous here..."


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("...well now, not much point having the wager set at 10,000hits by christmas when that it's goal is reached already..." smiled the goblin thanking the humans for sharing this thread with him, continuing "...how would you like to wager 20,000hits by christmas between us..."

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"...thank you for welcoming me to the future than..." replied the goblin, adding "...if we have one that is...", somehow the goblin knew one could leave reminders in this "here and now" for one to find later, continuing "...ah, but they only turn into voices from the past when one actually reads them again..."


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Doing doing doing clanged the bellwether. We see only the past and hope there is a future. Hoping that more doing will amend repeat or improve what had been done. There is nothing done that is not immediately undone, redone or done in a different way. Our actions come from us but do they really become us as we are in a constant state of becoming, wondered thedope rhetorically. Although we are in a constant state of becoming, in no instant are we less than complete in our being, coming as it does.

 

Dejavu at once, which is to say the delay between posting, thanked the goblin for his taste in posts. Dejavu felt that his posts, while as selfish as the goblins, belonged nonetheless in part to the goblin whose thread it was. Dejavu wondered where storch was. He liked to imagine he was off beating someone about the brains with the internet that they may learn to put a little more heart into it. He glanced at thedope, whose picture had worked this time, and wondered if thedope had not bothered to make the last one work because of his philosophy that everything works out for the best, and in wondering, wondered if the missing picture wasn't then the worst possible one as illustrative accompaniment for what was a particularly small post, and literally only an echo of something from Dejavus preceding it. Dejavu would discover what it was that was best, and is, of all to wonder in terms of providing his posts with what was important about he, Dejavu. He knew it, or at least he thought he did, which was as good as knowing for one who looks upon ones own importance with a sense of humour.

 

thedope was confounded as to what Dejavu could have found missing in what he
pict. thedope's post was captioned by a preface but the story he told was written in the picture by his own hand by means of personal reflection. It is an image from thedope's own mind in contravention of the practice of concurring on the suitability of an image.

thedope had ventured into his own animal past discovering what seemed to most to be plain that intellect rides on the back of the lizard brain and our uprightness rises from a desire to see farther.

 

("...either way, the posts are getting better, and the individual style is forming..." went the goblin liking the reads)

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"...so what difference does being liked or disliked make on forumland..." asked the goblin, explaining "...where in the end, the tally just remains content against duration, so yes, people that don't know me might pass their comments then, what of it, after all, they have their own tally to deal with I guess, and yet, a million put downs from someone else can't compete with that one accusation within me of ok, so they might think of me as whatever then, but what have I actually posted in my own right for the time that I have been here for that is the truth of the matter..."


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repost from elsewhere

the goblin wasn't quite sure how many female goblins there were out there on the Internet either, but the goblin could relate saying "...this thread is a book, and yes there are millions of books and almost every one of them better than this one, but they have one thing in common, they are all dead and published whereas in this one one is both reader and writer here, members just get woven into its pages, as they find out who the really are...", the goblin then smiled looking at the slot, "...take a journey to self goblin while you can..." it said each time, adding "...dailylife and the moneygod will leave you empty and cheap..."


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Storch knew that politicians are sell-outs, or well-paid lackeys if you will. He saw presidents as taking a pre-oath to keep their mouths shut about everything from illegal taxation to illegal wars to illegal interest fees from illegal financial institutions involved in counterfeit. Even in his thirties he could see that the two sides of the isle existed only to serve as spoilers to each other in a choreographed show of contempt for each other, each acting as the plausible deniability required for the other to justify denying a voice to the people. Sometimes he would come across someone who would claim to see clearly, only to hear them say something that betrayed their childlike belief in the virtue of their warring leaders. And this they would do despite the fact that their leaders have engaged themselves in the premeditated murder of millions and the destruction of the country of the survivors. He wondered how in the world anyone with even a smidgen of clarity could not see the blatant disregard their leaders had for the lives and rights of other people in other lands. He wondered what a human with real clear sight would think about the unshakable support that their leader declares for a racist state that steals other people's land and builds illegal settlements on. Where is the virtue, he wondered, in aiding and abetting a belligerent and racist ideology.

It was obvious to Storch that the "system" does not work. The reason for this is that, built into the system is a mechanism designed to insure the survival of the system. In fact, the system is nothing but a self-perpetuating and self-actuating mechanism. And as such, it will not take into account the flesh and blood issues of the human condition when solving its own internal and external problematic imbalances. In a capitalist society, a human is simply part of an equation whose value is based on personal economic viability. In the interest of its own survival, this system will parasitically drain the very host it is presumed and intended to serve--the public domain. The past bailouts of insurance companies, banks, and car companies using public funds (taxes) certainly bears this out.

What is it when a government requires its citizens to replace the money lost by these for-profit entities? Certainly, a case could be made that corporations are now a branch of government, or government is now a branch of corporation. Either way, the result is the same; populations starve and people die because the rescue of fellow humans from such things as exposure, disease, and malnutrition is not in the best interest of the system. If there is such a thing as the Beast of Revelations fame, then money is that beast. Nothing moves and no one eats without the corresponding flow of tokens (money). An exchange system is all fine and well, but what do you call an exchange system that allows for the disenfranchisement of humans?

Interestingly, when the chief money-handlers/changers fell into hard financial times after somehow mis-managing and losing six-hundred billion dollars, they didn't face financial or personal ruin; they just created further financial and personal ruin for the already-strapped-for-cash taxpayers by asking/telling them to kindly replace the money they lost. To add insult to injury, the taxpayer is also asked/told to put the replacement dollars into the hands of the very same people who lost the first bag of money.

And these money-handlers were so pompous in their acquisition of these funds that they actually said they would take more of our money only on the condition that there would be no oversight by anyone but themselves when it comes to what they will do with it. In essence, and as ridiculous as it sounds, they were threatening to not take our money if we didn't close our eyes and turn around and count to ten after handing it over to them. At any rate, they got our money, and their sense of well-being was restored. The system was preserved til the next robbery.

 

Storch was saddened by the realization that his time on Hip Forums had expired. As part of a small group whose purpose was to establish a presence on randomly chosen sites to take on shills of all makes and models, he was obligated to move on after a year.

Dejavu was correct in his imagining that Storch was off beating someone about the brains with the truth of matters. He wished to thank Hip Forums for the opportunity to become stronger in that purpose.

In the words of Donovan: "First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is."

The truth: First there is a mountain, then there are five mountains, then there's ten.

 

Sad to see you go storch...

 

"...well yes storch, we all have to leave forumland at some point..." mentioned the goblin who would be here along side those who remained for he long as he could too, adding "...meanwhile the show must go, and hopefully long after us too, yes there'll always be this show then, and those who part wishing us to continue merit a mention here, and what it is today is in part to their credit to their effort, that's all perhaps, but the show must go on, simply one owes it to them to continue now...", and how the goblin held true to lincoln's gettysburg address each time he posted onwards, a simple journey to self was all it ever was, where journey's end is alone but at least part of that journey has been shared then

http://www.abrahamlincolnonline.org/lincoln/speeches/gettysburg.htm


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repost from elsewhere, goblin playing swot the bot in his defence

"...nice try, wrong continent though, yet this is my introduction thread where I thought I would explain my style in that post, so I tried, that's all, not that I really expected anything other than that type of reply from you though..." said the goblin seeing how that did seem the norm here, adding "...ah, but you threaten a duck with water here, for am I not like a book to you now, so you'll turn off those notifications and ignore me for a while, ah but it won't last long, curiosity will get the better of you and you'll return sure enough, and what's more, you read every word too...", somehow the goblin knew that the punishment for hecklers was always returning to see if what was replied was about one, so the initiative was never theirs, the heckler was hooked tight, adding "...so you are right to be weary of me now, whereas if you had let be, you wouldn't be reading this just in case I've mentioned your name now..."


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repost form elsewhere

the goblin always liked the posts here, saying "...I am here because I have a great faith in this forum and those members I know now as being original and accepting, it's this laissez faire which really wins here, and besides, how others are to you is not your decision though how you are to others somehow reflects you to yourself, just you don't need to be like others now..."


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"...ah yes, nobody likes one perhaps, though by default anybody who stands apart from nobody becomes a somebody by it..." mentioned the goblin who preferred to deal with a somebody in his posting, for after all those nobodies were just that then, but a somebody was someone substantial


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repost from elsewhere, delete if unsuitable for this site

only out of curiosity the goblin had spent his morning seeing just how easy it was to know from the Internet how to make cristal methamphetamine better known as speed from the chemist, methane gas for painless suicides by mixing household cleaners, and lastly what osama bin laden was actually saying in those released types, none of which seems at all difficult to ascertain here, so the goblin simply concluded "...the trouble with the internet of today is that, unlike the government and those authorities who have vetted one's knowledge to date, this internet now gives one complete freedom to know whatever one wants to know, but with that, it also gives one a heavy responsibility when one does in fact learn something, since one can't simply unknow it afterwards ..."


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