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Ah, the "FOG (clever)" forum. Oft' we partake in deep intellectual discussions about things past and present, from the first place, to the third. Now, tis time for another meaningful discussion. Pray, what do you good folk believe the meaning of our existence to be?
*takes a deep, relaxing puff on his pipe*
Are we pawns o' the merciless gods, or be we the masters of our own destiny? Should we indulge in hedonism, or forsake ourselves for the betterment of others? Indeed, tis an interesing thought, made more sobering by speculation as to the existence or not, of an afterlife, or a previous life. Pray forgive my forgetfullness of the plural, for indeed we may live several lives, and who's to say we don't live them all at the same time? Ah yes, what is time? Perhaps the Python's spoke tru'er than e'er thought, whence they proclaimed it to be merely tim with an e. Ah, of course. Everything must start, so when did time begin? Perhaps that's best answered by asking where a circle begins. The end and the start, as one, looping forever. But forwards or backwards? Who are we to know such things? To be or not to be? What are we but cosmic dust? I think therfore I am.
*takes a deep, relaxing puff on his pipe*
Are we pawns o' the merciless gods, or be we the masters of our own destiny? Should we indulge in hedonism, or forsake ourselves for the betterment of others? Indeed, tis an interesing thought, made more sobering by speculation as to the existence or not, of an afterlife, or a previous life. Pray forgive my forgetfullness of the plural, for indeed we may live several lives, and who's to say we don't live them all at the same time? Ah yes, what is time? Perhaps the Python's spoke tru'er than e'er thought, whence they proclaimed it to be merely tim with an e. Ah, of course. Everything must start, so when did time begin? Perhaps that's best answered by asking where a circle begins. The end and the start, as one, looping forever. But forwards or backwards? Who are we to know such things? To be or not to be? What are we but cosmic dust? I think therfore I am.
turbonutter wrote:
> Please tell me you copied this from somewhere.
42 to is the
> answer to "How many roads must a man walk down, before we can
> call him a man?" as sung my the immortal Bob Dylan and answered
> by the quite mad Hitch Hiker's Quide to the Galaxy. Author's name
> unknown to me it is. I've been listening to Yoda too much...
I have that book!
> Please tell me you copied this from somewhere.
42 to is the
> answer to "How many roads must a man walk down, before we can
> call him a man?" as sung my the immortal Bob Dylan and answered
> by the quite mad Hitch Hiker's Quide to the Galaxy. Author's name
> unknown to me it is. I've been listening to Yoda too much...
I have that book!
The meaning of life............. I think the console war comes into this so its gonna be.............Playin the ps2 or dreamcast.
Please tell me you copied this from somewhere.
42 to is the answer to "How many roads must a man walk down, before we can call him a man?" as sung my the immortal Bob Dylan and answered by the quite mad Hitch Hiker's Quide to the Galaxy. Author's name unknown to me it is. I've been listening to Yoda too much...
42 to is the answer to "How many roads must a man walk down, before we can call him a man?" as sung my the immortal Bob Dylan and answered by the quite mad Hitch Hiker's Quide to the Galaxy. Author's name unknown to me it is. I've been listening to Yoda too much...
the meaning of life ....... ITS A PIE!!!
Deep Thought
:-)
:-)
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The meaning of life is:
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Cheese on toast!
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Cheese on toast!
Ah, the "FOG (clever)" forum. Oft' we partake in deep intellectual discussions about things past and present, from the first place, to the third. Now, tis time for another meaningful discussion. Pray, what do you good folk believe the meaning of our existence to be?
*takes a deep, relaxing puff on his pipe*
Are we pawns o' the merciless gods, or be we the masters of our own destiny? Should we indulge in hedonism, or forsake ourselves for the betterment of others? Indeed, tis an interesing thought, made more sobering by speculation as to the existence or not, of an afterlife, or a previous life. Pray forgive my forgetfullness of the plural, for indeed we may live several lives, and who's to say we don't live them all at the same time? Ah yes, what is time? Perhaps the Python's spoke tru'er than e'er thought, whence they proclaimed it to be merely tim with an e. Ah, of course. Everything must start, so when did time begin? Perhaps that's best answered by asking where a circle begins. The end and the start, as one, looping forever. But forwards or backwards? Who are we to know such things? To be or not to be? What are we but cosmic dust? I think therfore I am.
*takes a deep, relaxing puff on his pipe*
Are we pawns o' the merciless gods, or be we the masters of our own destiny? Should we indulge in hedonism, or forsake ourselves for the betterment of others? Indeed, tis an interesing thought, made more sobering by speculation as to the existence or not, of an afterlife, or a previous life. Pray forgive my forgetfullness of the plural, for indeed we may live several lives, and who's to say we don't live them all at the same time? Ah yes, what is time? Perhaps the Python's spoke tru'er than e'er thought, whence they proclaimed it to be merely tim with an e. Ah, of course. Everything must start, so when did time begin? Perhaps that's best answered by asking where a circle begins. The end and the start, as one, looping forever. But forwards or backwards? Who are we to know such things? To be or not to be? What are we but cosmic dust? I think therfore I am.