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Are we setting ourselves up for disappointment by opening a PanthersUnited thread?

R0CKnR0LLA

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Yo SCP! Whats your favorite brand of TP? Just curious of your brand since you are the resident toilet connoisseur. For me it's Charmin Ultra Soft all the way.

 

More importantly, does he fold or crinkle? This is something we need to get to the bottom of.

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What civilization is, is six billion people trying to make themselves happy by standing on each other’s shoulders and kicking each others’ teeth in. It’s not a pleasant situation. And yet, you can stand back and look at this planet and see…that we have the money, the power, the medical understanding, the scientific know how, the love and the community to produce a kind of human paradise. But we are lead by the least among us. The least intelligent, noble, visionary, the least among us. And we do not fight back against the dehumanizing values that are handed down as control icons. This is something…I don’t want to go off on one…it’s a lecture in itself… but culture is NOT your friend. Culture is for other people’s convenience and the convenience of various institutions, churches, companies, tax collection schemes, what have you…it is not your friend. It INSULTS you, it disempowers you…it uses and abuses you. NONE of us are well treated by culture. Yet we glorify the collective potential of the individual, the rights of the individual…but the culture is a perversion. It fetishises objects, it creates consumer mania, it preaches endless forms of false happiness and false understanding in the form of swirly religions and silly cults…it invites people to diminish themselves and dehumanise themselves, by behaving like…machines. Mean processors of means passed down by Hollywood and Madison Avenue…. How do we fight back? I think that by creating art…ART. Man was not put on this planet to toil in the mud. Or the God who put us on the planet to toil in the mud is no God I want to have any part of, it’s some kind of Gnostic demon, some kind of cannabalistic demiurge that should be thoroughly renounced and rejected….by creating art, we maximise our humanity and become much more necessary and incomprehensible to the machines! The whole thing with culture and language is that they tend to become traps. And yet, they can become the platforms for enormous freedom…if you understand what it’s all about - and what it’s all about is YOU! You are the center of the Mandela. You are not marginalized in any way. The message that the culture gives us is that we are marginal. It doesn’t matter if you have 100 million dollars Fortune magazine will tell you that so do 10,000 other people on the North American continent! This is part of the democratic legacy, we are constantly told that ‘you’re not special’, ‘special isn’t special’, ‘anyone could do it’. And so then, when you look for guidance, direction, mentorship, we always look towards institutions. ‘Well, I’ll go to the university, the army, someone will give me a larger purpose’ - but it is YOU who is the final arbiter. If you keep yourself as the final arbiter then you will be less susceptible to infection by cultural illusion. Now, it makes you feel bad not to be infected by cultural illusion - because it’s called alienation. The reason that we feel alienated because the culture is infantile, trivial, and stupid. The cost of sanity in this society is a certain level of alienation. I grapple with this as a parent, and you come to this realization. What’ll it be, alienated cynical intellectual, or slackjawed halfwit consumer of the horseshit being handed down from on high?! There’s not much choice there. We all want our children to be well adjusted, it’s just that there’s nothing to be well adjusted TO! In the past 100 years as these super technologies have been developed in the West, data has been arriving about the practices of Aboriginal cultures all over the planet - that they dissolve original culture values through an interaction and symbiosis to local plants, that peturb brain chemistry. In this domain the cultural operating system is wiped clean. Something older, even for these people, more vital, more in touch with the animal soul, replaces the cultural operating system. Something not in touch with geography and history, but something writ in the language of the flesh itself. This is who you really are, this is true nakedness. You are not naked when you take off your clothes, you still wear your religious assumptions, your fears, your prejudices, your illusions, your delusions. When you shed the cultural operating system, you essentially stand naked before the inspection of your own psyche. It’s from that position, outside the cultural operating system, that we can ask real questions about what does it mean to be human, what kind of circumstance are we caught in, and what kind of structures can we put in place to assuage the pain, and accentuate the glory and wonder that lurks waiting for us, in this very narrow slice of time between the birth canal and the yawning grave? We have to return to first premises. I travel around a lot and get that jolting experience frequently, of let’s say, leaving London on a foggy evening and arriving in Johannesburg 14 hours later to a sweltering day in a city of 14 million on the brink of anarchy. I get to change my cultural operating system frequently, and so I notice the relativity of these systems. Some work for some things and some for others. You don’t have to be the victim of your culture - it’s fragile. It can be remade if you wish it to be. It can be wiped out and replaced with something else.  Life is a mirror. You get what you see. If you project anger into the mirror, that is what you get back. If you project joy into the mirror, it reflects joy right back to you. Failure for failure. Success for success. What you project is what is reflected back to you. Robert G. Allen The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well. Ralph Waldo Emerson Life is a gamble. You can get hurt, but people die in plane crashes, lose their arms and legs in car accidents; people die every day. Sam with fighters: Some die, some get hurt, some go on. You just don't let yourself believe it will happen to you. Muhammad Ali What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul. Victor Hugo It takes courage to love but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death. Eleanor Roosevelt I know why families were created, with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary. - Dead Poet's Society When it seems like there's no one left to run to in this empty world you can come to me I'll be your shooting star. You can tell me your dreams I can't promise to make them come true, but I'll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through. I'm only me. That is all I can be. No more, no less, dont second guess. I love, I live, I laugh, I cry. I've wished sometimes that I could die. Some days I'm funny, others I'm not, sometimes I'm in overdrive and I can't stop. You may not like me, but that's okay because this is me and how I'll stay. Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The square pegs in round holes. The ones who see things differently. They aren't fond of rules, and they have no respect for status quota. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the one thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things. They push the human race forward and while some see crazy ones - we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that can change the world, are the ones that do. Friends. A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your hearts. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs, and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life. Take a step back. Look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Don't hang onto painful memories just because you're afraid to forget. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Live your life to it's full potential. Just live, dammit.

 

 

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his are better

 

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