DIALOGUES I
X: I'm not interested in all this fucking progression. fuck it all.
me: hmm?
X: god's plan of suffering for the universe.
X: it sucks
me: ah, I see.
me: that's just a value to be unlearned and changed.
X: it's idiotic.
X: it's a waste of time.
me: In my optimistic rendition of reality it is a natural process in the evolution of our consciousness, and the toppling of religion and god...
X: you can't topple the all powerful.
me: It is true, we were God all along, capable of anything, but what we lost is our robotic ability to simply do what we're told, more what we've told ourselves.
X: have you seen the movie Iron Man?
me: yes
X: see if I were god wouldn't I be living like him? fucking hoes and driving bugattis and all that?
X: having the money and intelligence to build a flying suit.
me: that is a memory artifact, left over from the false teachings of those that believed in lies and that those before them taught them and so forth.
me: the wills and desires of man are unquenchable, so then, the only truly attainable quest in life is one for attempting to negate these desires.
X: that sounds like Buddhism.
me: ultimately to be the happiest being in the universe with the least necessary stimuli.
X: desire is the root of all suffering.
me: so, do you think that when you suffer no more, you are enlightened?
X: same as being dead.
X: suicide is next to godliness
me: of course... many things in life are a lot like being dead, and one usually isn't very happy doing it... like waking up every day to a false set of ideals, desires... emotional, physical, and sexual... and wondering why you're alive, wanting to go back to sleep... you're contemplating suicide before you know it.
X: ...
me: I suppose then without the necessity of big words, grand explanations, and all of this ritual one proscribes to, as if anyone could ever truly understand another... does it not seem healthy then to try to do whatever possible to just be happy.. perhaps you never will be, but perhaps with better understanding you can be, that's a motivator.
X: do you have a choice?
me: I can be just to be, but I'd like to think it has a meaning, even if it is just 'what if?'
me: what if I never wanted or needed anymore? I will probably never know, I feel it is a goal worth seeking however.
me: if I had free choice, and the universe was built to be perfect and there was a god, I should be able to do whatever I want, at any time, I would be able to pray to god and say to him, I don't like this planet god, make me a new one and I shall make it better than all that came before in worship of your name. I wouldn't have to worry about my purpose or reason for existence in a cosmos, it wouldn't even occur to me. (Un?)fortunately we are no longer an automatons, all that is left is that we recognize this and write your own ending.
me: At any rate, know that in every breath you take you defy the static condition of death, you become alive, though you are given life, you must learn on your own like everyone else how to use that gift.
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"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child really loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are Real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
-The Velveteen Rabbit
The universe loves you and wishes you to learn that you are strong, the symbolism of this is everywhere but we have only stopped looking. No coincidence, only meaning, no flaws, only strengths.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/14/2012 03:32AM by pieceofnothing.