Musings in the Night.

Dark, it is, outside now. I would guess that it is also quiet but my music is playing, so i can't. It's two minutes past twelve according to my clock and the yellow lamplight is illuminating some of my streets more "economical" (poor peoples) cars, theres a peugot 106 and some blue cars and some red cars. I can't actually name that many cars, my skill(z) actually extend to 106, 206, 306... and yellow car (punch in the arm) and convertable (another punch) and nissan (is that even a car).

I've had a pretty uneventful day.
Then again.
For it to be eventful something really eventful would need to happen... like...
I don't know, a disaster of some sorts including flying ants or naked women.
Hurracances...
and cows with megaphones.

All this i imagine just outside of the school gates: around 1000 males screaming and running. Thier green blazzers flapping about, being trodden on under the stampede...little children still attached to them.

But i'll digress from the darker sides of my fantasy.

This post, unlike all the ones before, has no real or unreal meaning. Which means, really, that i get free reign with things that i'd usually fomalize for "appearances" like...

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Ah well. I really can't be bothered with that vocation anymore.
But it was fun while it lasted.

I'll finish with a poem im making up on the spot =)


there once was a dilema
that met a girl called emma.
on a phone
they answered or hungup
on the same rings
broke the same things
twice.
would write incomparitavley, convolouted and convexing sentances
that missed the rythm
or the message.

But both found happiness, in that thier names would rhyme.
dilema
and emma
would be first in line.

but packages get crossed (with similar names) and words that hurt were slung.
neither had the option, dil rung emma
emma rung dil.
again, still, one hung up.
the other answered,

and had to shout. hard. at the recorder.



Hope you enjoyed my midnight musing. =) it's 12:32 now... and i'm signing off.

A blog for my diagram!

Oh... Hello.
Old topic really, im sure we solved this a while back, you know.. the god thing.
But i don't think everyone understood what i was on about.
The blog can be found at Irreconsilable God and more playfully (i love it) at God exists!!?!11

but, no problem for thos who didn't understand...
I was listening to some mucis and reading a book... then...
bang. I visualized this diagram.


No really...

So. Quite simply i have tried to illistrate a few things:
God is both in and out of logic... (this is stupid)
The idea of God is very close to being falsified... and proved (which is stupid)
This is better shown by the "viewpoints of consideration" - depending on how you consider the concept of god (blue) and the argements (red) will god be proved.

In short -and this post is short, courtesy of jamie and james attention span- argueing over god is pointless because we all consider it differently.

The answer to human nature and the meaning of life.

What I seem to have stumbled across is an ontological argument of human nature.

Simply put, the question of human nature is the question what is man, his essence and purpose, his meaning. In fact the question of human nature is on the same par as the meaning of life.

So, what is the meaning of life? I say, the meaning of human life is itself a search for meaning. That may seem like, perhaps, a self evident answer, or a "cop out" but read on, there are real reasons at hand.

To be human, I put it, is to fall short of perfection. To try so hard and fail, the phrase could apply, “I’m only Human!” So, when asked as to the answer for what is human nature, it is simply to make mistakes, to not be perfect, but to strive. We as a race will strive for the objective truth of what is right what is meaningful, to search for that perfection. In essence human nature is an imperfect nature.

By perfection I mean to the extent that it fills its purpose The perfect hammer is that which hammers well.

This imperfection hasn’t arisen in animals because an animal’s nature is defined by its function and moreover, if a function it appears to not have, it lacks the consciousness to assert that – for that it is perfect within its own nature. Even within their imperfection, perhaps the plant doesn’t photosynthesize with the fullest efficiency; their function is as perfect as it can be over the evolutionary period (because that is its function). We, like the animals are driven to reproduce, to spread our genes as all biological organisms have as an intrinsic function. Yet we draw the line with that as a function, our nature as man may conflict with that idea, we step away from the mere reproductive mechanisms and search for meaning in that, a use and its possible repercussions. Again, even when we appear to have the option of asserting our nature as simply a reproductive one –to bypass all the issues- we as a race are able to shun it, question it.

You may have noticed that I am asserting man as a group, a collectivised species. Perhaps the issue is that to see ourselves as a group means we should have group agreements. Man as an individual, imperfect still, may find his purpose in meaning. Man in his quest for purpose asserts himself as an individual and frees himself from all other opinions and values. The nature of man again can be seen as one in search for meaning; it may just be that we cannot do it together. If the subjective nature of meaning is inherent, then embrace it as an individualist assertion and disregard all other ideas of meaning.

When we look at how human society has developed, with all our disagreements and variations it seems obvious that the subjectivity of right and wrong has wrought itself into our standards. Man’s search for meaning poses a poignant dilemma, how meaningful is something that no one else cares about. (a taste of imperfection there)

I care about knowledge, for me this is the most meaningful thing in all existence, ever; I cannot see anything else more great. However clearly many people would disagree, money seems like a meaningful substance. Sex, drugs, music (I’m going to avoid rock and roll) is all some thing people see as meaningful.

Man is an imperfect species, purely for the ability to question itself and thus search for other meaning and purpose; however, any meaning man asserts is imperfect in that not all agree. The perfection is lost.

Imperfection, sadly, seems to characterize all aspects of our life. They can be seen in the institutions of a society: Our education system which sees some children prosper and others fail. Our government, which, it is well known, can make bad laws and do the wrong thing. Our prison system is questionably a help or a hindrance, aiding to reform those criminalised or furthering their criminality.

But what is left after noting that we are imperfect, if all our actions are ultimately undermined by our nature? It seems that if we can discuss the idea of perfection, and in some cases attempt to carry out what we see as perfect, so we can see an ideal and aim for it, surely, then, we should be able to act to degrees of perfection. If we have the ability to strive, to assert and to question then we must have a degree of perfection, or at least perfection with a pinch of salt. It seems to be attainable that we should strive for the smallest degree of perfection, even if the dilemma still faces us that others disagree. If we embrace individualism and the search for meaning - we have human nature.

Dearest Sprog.

Well. My good friend Sprog, I regret to inform of your recent obsession with blogging. My dear friend, Blogger to you is what Farmville is to those Facebookers that get somewhat
infatuated in the wonderful world of...

Virtual SHIT.

The only difference being the fact that blogging, is actually rather enjoyable, and some people may actually benefit from it, so im not going to rip you in this blog, maybe next time?

Seriously now though, Farmville. Please. Mother of all that is untainted with the impending catastrophe that is going to unfold if the viral spreads ever farther, forcing those nice people who own a REAL farm to trade it in for a VIRTUAL farm, inevitably leading to the destruction of mankind, stop notifying me everytime one of my several hundred friends 'moves on up' in Farmville.

Many thanks.

TheHolyTowel.

FUCK the FACEBOOK FARMING FARMVILLE fuck.

Please... I beg. i crawl on my knees. I sacrifice my self on the altar of all that is good in the world. Stop the farmville viral. For the love of jesus... for the love of krishna.... with respect to buddist karma...It's a game... facebook is a social networking site not...

"LOOK AT ALL THE ANIMALS I HAVE ACCUMULATED IN SUCH A SHORT SPACE OF TIME. LOL"

The voice i would mimic is the pig from shrek.

It's not that i don't want you to play the farmville game...
I just don't want to be updated every time you get sucked in. The effect is a viral... you masterbate over it... someone catches you.. and then they do the same.

Well stop..
Updating me.
Stop.
Titillating.

I got a message from a friend, on face book, "soso" likes you status. Which read like the above..
So i go on there to thank him, to praise him. I want to pat him on the back and be like, we're in this together..

BUT NO!

YOUR WITH THEM ARN'T YOU, YOU MAFIA WAR-ER-ER.
Tsk.

I don't want to help you find a camera... an fbi agent..or anything...virtual

I want you to find a brick and to plough it through you hardrive.
I want you to put your ecstacy fingers in lawnmower and then to paint a picture..
at least that's something i'd click "like" and comment:
Hey, that's a really impressive feat. You put those farmville/mafia people to shame.

if only.
But there aren't an martyrs for this one is there.

Irreconcilable God.

This post is very simple in it's aim.
I wish to show the inconsistencies of responses to the claim "god does not exist because of X attribute."

Any argument against god targets what is understood by god to formulate an argument against him existing.
Any response to that argument is based on what that person understands to be god, and what is understood to be being attacked.
There are potentially infinite arguments.
There are potentially infinite responses.

By responding one creates a finite set of attributes to god. E.g. he gives free will/he predestines us. he is all powerful/all knowing/all loving. he is timeless etc etc etc there are so many

The amount of attributes created are so great that they are not all mutually compatible. Over the years people have responded to the potential infinite arguments, they all come up with contrary or self defeating answers.

there are three answers to this

Maybe one person is right. (This would be self defeating because they are denying another persons faith for their own.) This is suggested by the many different religions.

At one point every attribute has been accepted. At one point every attribute has been denied.
This leads to. God does not exist, he is created by the people around us.

People, although they claim to, do not know what they believe in. (this is self defeating in terms of what a religion teaches)

The reason these arguments appear here is because the concept of god is constantly under change. Through argument attributes are ascribed to him, arbitrarily tagged and removed for the purpose of argument. So in this way the "features" of God at anyone time can change. This further the claim that through argument no true position can be met.

Thus the only position a believer can take, without denying someone else's god, or responding contrary to their beliefs: is fidiesm. a position where exclusively rely on faith.


For me, the burden of proof does not work. I do not need to try an prove god does not exist by argument (the burden of proof). As i have just shown with the above, it is pointless.

Wow.

Amen.

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