One evening, on an acid trip, I denounced God.
I concluded that there was no God, that existence is ultimately futile, that there is no beauty or romance, as all can be explained by science and mathematics as merely logical, interactive systems that are a means to an end and which lead eventually nowhere. All human relationships and interaction are in essence selfish, and that procreation is doomed to eventual death and thus failure.

Of course, how everything got here in the first place was something of a sticking point, and despite reading A Short History Of Nearly Everything, understanding nearly all the words, and reading that formula that's meant to be the basis of everything it doesn't seem to be able to get beyond those first few milliseconds and explain how something came out of nothing, which it would appear seems to be foxing even the most brilliant minds.

Which depressed me even further.

Still - at least there are bright, shiny, electronic gadgets, and casual entertainment to distract us.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 2 Aug 2010, 9:20, 4 replies)

Sounds perfectly reasonable to me

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 2 Aug 2010, 9:24, closed)

I just think sod it and enjoy the illusion.
We have feelings for some evolutionary reason, might as well enjoy them because we won't get to do it again. Also, everything that makes us has been part of something before, and will be again. Which I think is pretty neat.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 2 Aug 2010, 10:02, closed)

I think my big toe used to be part of Marilyn Monroe's twazzer. It tingles whenever they show archive footage of JFK
( Hitler's Barber Soylent Green is high in saturated fat, Mon 2 Aug 2010, 10:41, closed)

That's funny
whenever I see a photo of JFK, I squint a bit and my trigger finger feels tingly! Wonder who I've got parts of inside me?
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Mon 2 Aug 2010, 10:58, closed)