mark wrote:take the red pill man. go down the rabbit's hole. where to begin? to begin at the beginning, its a long black road with no turning. only when you are free from your preconceptions will you be able to apply your mind to the infinite. your spelling is good, and you've expressed yourself well here. i have a feeling you probably smell good too. all of which means your in for a great, long and happy life. i wish for you to have 100 children (many of which will be called Tony). we each walk our own path in life, some paths are full of bullshit, others have tall trees either side so you can't see other paths. some paths go in circles, some ascend, some decend. some come to the clearing at the end of the path after a few miles, others continue until the path is dark and twisted, and their clearing is like the inside of a dead tree, black and infected.none of these paths is inherently "good", or "bad", they're just different ways of traversing the space and time alloted between the moment your head emerges from your mothers vagina and the moment you breathe your last breath and emerge into the clearing. all will be revealed then, the multitudeinous patterns of paths cutting the curve of reality behind you like a drunken knife weilding dentist. Standing back to back with your fate may seem like a cosy position but all will be stripped away before the moment of your death releases the neccessary chemicals to achieve enlightnment as to the cosmic cycle of life and death. we have been here before and we will be here again. all returns to the start, in a large recursive self referencing loop, if then for else, while and or. looping ever deeper the condition of life is (while true) and barring a large shift in the overall logic of the universe we shall be dancing this jig for many a moon to come. judge not lest ye be judged, fudge not lest ye be fudged, we are not reborn to better or worse, but to the same, our second/third/fourth/nth chance at treading the same damn path through the same spacetime making the same mistakes. the only difference is our postcount goes to zero, our internal tachimometer is reset so we fail to see we've threaded this area of the dance floor an infinite number of times before. smile, and realise that the only logical conclusion when faced with the infinite is to lose your mind as gracefully as possible, and with the minimum amount of saliva. carpe diem, each time it comes around. try to hold on but while true you're screwed to walk it over again. ask not what your country can do for you but what that awful smell is. remember if things seem bad now, they get worse and then you die. i am who i was, and i am who i will be again, and again. i presume the same holds true for you my friend. peel back the curtain that hangs on front of your eyes, the one that reality is projected onto, and reveal the buzzing, humming core of the universe. it's pulse is the heartbeat of all living beast, man and mouse alike. turn on tune in drop out it won't matter in the end anyway. the specks on the back of the butterfly will replicate next time around, everything will be exactly as it was in the beginning and as it was before then. time is a river, perhaps, but we are all stuck in swirls.
look for the patterns, they are there but you deny the existance of the neccessary equiptment, the large droning cloning machines which service the universe with a steady stream of time, people and mice. pull the plug if you can, we'll all be greatful.
Whatever you were smoking dude... can I have some of it?
