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I mean, come on.
Get up, go to work, come back, eat, go to bed. Repeat to fade.
They didn't tell us it would be like this. Endless service, with little reward. Do this, do that. Can't say no, or you'll lose your job, and you're even worse off than before.
I remember finger painting in Primary school. Hard to think that finger painting is societies great way of preparing future generations for the workplace, and indeed, society as a whole.
Simple fact is, we aren't prepared for it. Not properly. Which is why life turns out to be such a disappointment for so many.
And those who have come before us who have carved their little níche via their great imaginations do us no great service either. We see movies about space exploration, we read books about great adventures in wonderous lands. Explorations we will never conduct, lands we will never see, adventures we can never have.
We are told wonderous stories of lives that have never happened, lives which are, ultimately, better lived than any we here can achieve. Life holds no magic, no great lore that can give us freedom over evils. We cannot slay our demons, we cannot fight the dark, we cannot save the world.
And so instead we make do by "blending in", becoming a part of the system, just like everyone else. Though we read of great and magnificent individuals, we ourselves become so much a part of the pack that our individuality is all but invisible. We are all victims of modern society. Droned into workhorses by those above us, and then given release by seeing the fruit of other people's imagination. Be it films, books, games, whatever.
Few people get to live their dreams. I know enough to accept that I am not one of those few. I will never be a filmstar, a singer, a leader, a warrior, an adventurer, a saviour. I am destined to be nothing, nobody.
As are most of you. You might as well start accepting it now. Your life is to be run by a combination of work ethics and commercialisation. A shallow, empty and meaningless existence. Destined to merely praise those people who live their dreams as you see the fruits of their work.
Dreams, once so vivid as a child. Dreams which once spoke to me, and told me one day I could be a hero, a celebrity or a king. Dreams once so full of promise and possibility, now only serve to drum in the disappointment of the reality of continued existence. What a crock.
Commitment keeps me going. Gives me the strength I need to ignore my dreams, and carry on the bland disappointment of life. Some do better than I do though. Earn more money, have more holidays, buy more happiness. But while money can buy you holidays, houses, security, and, yes, even love, it cannot bribe the truth, for truth never perishes.
The one truth that burns through the human soul like a disease of despite and depravity. A truth so fundamental, that the vast majority of people refuse to think about it, and indeed block it out by whatever means possible. So many people ignore the truth, and so avoid asking the question that preceeds it. A question so damaging that it has cost the lives of millions of people during human history. Because the answers to the question breed only hollow contempt for the lives we are meaninglessly forced to carry out.
The question so many avoid, and so many others lie to answer is this:
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What is it all for? What is the meaning of life?
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And the answer that breaks so manmy hearts, the killer of millions as those who refuse to believe try to mask the awesome power of the truth is this:
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Nothing. There is no meaning. There is no fundamental purpose for you, for your neighbour, for anyone. Life and death are but one and the same, and your existence is but a drop in the ocean of time; For a moment making some almost indiscernable ripples, but ultimately, ineffectual and meaningless.
All your struggles, all your pains, all your efforts mean nothing.
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Life is the greatest waste of time since time itself began.
IB
Get up, go to work, come back, eat, go to bed. Repeat to fade.
They didn't tell us it would be like this. Endless service, with little reward. Do this, do that. Can't say no, or you'll lose your job, and you're even worse off than before.
I remember finger painting in Primary school. Hard to think that finger painting is societies great way of preparing future generations for the workplace, and indeed, society as a whole.
Simple fact is, we aren't prepared for it. Not properly. Which is why life turns out to be such a disappointment for so many.
And those who have come before us who have carved their little níche via their great imaginations do us no great service either. We see movies about space exploration, we read books about great adventures in wonderous lands. Explorations we will never conduct, lands we will never see, adventures we can never have.
We are told wonderous stories of lives that have never happened, lives which are, ultimately, better lived than any we here can achieve. Life holds no magic, no great lore that can give us freedom over evils. We cannot slay our demons, we cannot fight the dark, we cannot save the world.
And so instead we make do by "blending in", becoming a part of the system, just like everyone else. Though we read of great and magnificent individuals, we ourselves become so much a part of the pack that our individuality is all but invisible. We are all victims of modern society. Droned into workhorses by those above us, and then given release by seeing the fruit of other people's imagination. Be it films, books, games, whatever.
Few people get to live their dreams. I know enough to accept that I am not one of those few. I will never be a filmstar, a singer, a leader, a warrior, an adventurer, a saviour. I am destined to be nothing, nobody.
As are most of you. You might as well start accepting it now. Your life is to be run by a combination of work ethics and commercialisation. A shallow, empty and meaningless existence. Destined to merely praise those people who live their dreams as you see the fruits of their work.
Dreams, once so vivid as a child. Dreams which once spoke to me, and told me one day I could be a hero, a celebrity or a king. Dreams once so full of promise and possibility, now only serve to drum in the disappointment of the reality of continued existence. What a crock.
Commitment keeps me going. Gives me the strength I need to ignore my dreams, and carry on the bland disappointment of life. Some do better than I do though. Earn more money, have more holidays, buy more happiness. But while money can buy you holidays, houses, security, and, yes, even love, it cannot bribe the truth, for truth never perishes.
The one truth that burns through the human soul like a disease of despite and depravity. A truth so fundamental, that the vast majority of people refuse to think about it, and indeed block it out by whatever means possible. So many people ignore the truth, and so avoid asking the question that preceeds it. A question so damaging that it has cost the lives of millions of people during human history. Because the answers to the question breed only hollow contempt for the lives we are meaninglessly forced to carry out.
The question so many avoid, and so many others lie to answer is this:
==================================================
What is it all for? What is the meaning of life?
==================================================
And the answer that breaks so manmy hearts, the killer of millions as those who refuse to believe try to mask the awesome power of the truth is this:
==================================================
Nothing. There is no meaning. There is no fundamental purpose for you, for your neighbour, for anyone. Life and death are but one and the same, and your existence is but a drop in the ocean of time; For a moment making some almost indiscernable ripples, but ultimately, ineffectual and meaningless.
All your struggles, all your pains, all your efforts mean nothing.
==================================================
Life is the greatest waste of time since time itself began.
IB
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Misinterpreting what I'm saying as quotations from the Matrix trilogy makes a good start.
And why shouldn't I call you monkey boy when you are so ready to act the part?
And why shouldn't I call you monkey boy when you are so ready to act the part?
Wow, we've reached that point again? OK, what am I failing to understand. Spell it out.
P.S. Keep calling me monkey boy and we'll see about getting you banned again while we're at it.
P.S. Keep calling me monkey boy and we'll see about getting you banned again while we're at it.
Better than sounding like a self-important monkey boy, constantly failing to understand everything put bfore him I guess.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> You make me smile, monkey boy, but I don;t recall any of those lines
> being in the Matrix.
I knew you were going to be pedantic about it. I wonder if you'll start talking like a LOTR character in the new year....
> You make me smile, monkey boy, but I don;t recall any of those lines
> being in the Matrix.
I knew you were going to be pedantic about it. I wonder if you'll start talking like a LOTR character in the new year....
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Either way, you're still existing within an economy, and are thusly a
> slave to it.
I achieved transcendence eons ago. I only exist between the Void and the realm of Ghosts and man.
I gave my money away yesterday to fund Casper the friendly Ghost does Dallas.
> Either way, you're still existing within an economy, and are thusly a
> slave to it.
I achieved transcendence eons ago. I only exist between the Void and the realm of Ghosts and man.
I gave my money away yesterday to fund Casper the friendly Ghost does Dallas.
You make me smile, monkey boy, but I don;t recall any of those lines being in the Matrix.
Considering you once posted an entire chunk of the architects speech to Neo (where Neo said 'this is about choice') in an argument with me, I find it hard to believe you made all those statements completely oblivious to the fact it was all lifted from the Matrix.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> you're not 'free', as you have to
> exist within the confines of the system.
> you're not 'free', as you have to
> exist within the confines of the system.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Forget choice, it's not yours to have. Forget decisions, they're not
> yours to make. Forget freedom, you're not yours to enjoy it.
> Forget choice, it's not yours to have. Forget decisions, they're not
> yours to make. Forget freedom, you're not yours to enjoy it.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Freedom, even in the
> western democratic world that lauds itself so highly on its ability
> to provide it, is a moot concept. It's impossible to attain so long
> as you exist within 'the system'.
> Freedom, even in the
> western democratic world that lauds itself so highly on its ability
> to provide it, is a moot concept. It's impossible to attain so long
> as you exist within 'the system'.
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