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| "Sir, I cannot."
"What, my lord?"
"Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased."
--Hamlet
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| "I want you to see time and space not as entirely different things, but merely as two kinds of separation. Is that good?" --Dr. Mohr
Not really. It's been quite some time since I posted on here. And just like way back when, I should be asleep instead. So, quick update for anyone who reads this, maybe I'll do the RSS feed crap and spam it through Facebook (yay!).
1. I'm a comp sci/math double major now.
2. I have no idea anymore when I'll graduate. I don't care.
3. I'm back working at Don's Carpet One, and considering taking up a second part-time job with Charity Fundraisers where I worked for a bit a couple of months ago.
4. Just because I changed my major doesn't mean that I think philosophy sucks.
5. Religion still rubs me the wrong way something terrible.
6. I've gotten back into Camus, Nietzsche, and Blackburn.
7. I've picked up my bible about a dozen times this week only to grimace and put it back. Talk about a mental block.
8. I got tired of having so much energy, so I'm back smoking. Get over it.
9. I hate feeling energetic or happy. So now I'm content again, though frustrated.
10. Finally, I still have serious issues with the philosophical construct that the American church atmosphere seems to be based upon, or at least the 20+ that I've experienced.
Enjoy.
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| [03:08] twitchy: did you even leave clothed?
[03:08] Anthony: probably not
[03:08] Anthony: I don't remember much about it
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| Time for a smoke. Did I lock the door? Do I have my keys? Even if I don't, I can open the garage door. Did Mom leave the door unlocked? Who cares? I should light up before I pull out, is there anybody waiting? Wow, no traffic. I should think, and post it on my Xanga. Ok, going 50, are there any cops? Who cares, screw 'em. Is one really the lonliest number? No, three is. Or two? Four? A lot? Oh well, it isn't one. I'll drive past the old house. They didn't really stop for that sign. Did I? Doesn't really matter, they turned right, I'm going straight. With all the leaves, you can kinda tell who cleans their yard and who doesn't. But we just dumped our leaves in the back yard. Kinda symbolic of a lot of people. Or religion. Or my life. Man, this clove is really getting to me. There's the house. Those decorations are tacky, but aren't they all? I miss that house, life was so much simpler back then. It kinda sucked, but doesn't it always? Do I miss the dogs? No, I like Tasha better, but I do miss my fan. Why my fan? That's stupid. I want to look at the high windows. Why do I like them so much? I used to be scared of them from the inside. Time to go home. Turn left. Why do I always lock the door and pull the handle? What a stupid habit. Are all habits stupid, though? Any cops? I'm going 50, who cares? I should post this on my Xanga. Am I forcing my thoughts? Am I passing? I'm in the passing lane, I should be going faster than him. There. My brakes squeak. Why did I just try to hit that bird? I'm messed up. Why do people feel it necessary to watch people driving by? I'm home, maybe that's a good thing. Who knows? Did I park in the same spot? Does it matter? I'm tired of trying to cover things up. I do that a lot. Keys. Which one? This one and my dad's look almost the same. Ironic, I hate it. Home. Time to post.
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| To some the sermon simply brought home the fact that they had been sentenced, for an unknown crime, to an indeterminate period of punishment.
"Well, yes, I think I'm making headway."
"Have you much more to do?"
"I don't know. But that's not the point, Doctor; yes, I can assure you that's not the point."
Under these circumstances there exists a duty against which my habit, even more the pride of my instincts revolts, namely to say: Listen to me! for I am thus and thus. Do not, above all, confound me with what I am not! I am, for example, absolutely not a bogey-man, not a moral-monster -- I am even an antithetical nature to the species of man hitherto honoured as virtuous. [...] Philosophy, as I have hitherto understood and lived it, is a voluntary living in ice and high mountains -- a seeking after everything strange and questionable in existence, all that has hitherto been excommunicated by morality.
Go away from me and guard yourselves against Zarathustra! And better still: be ashamed of him! Perhaps he has deceived you. The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. One repays a teacher badly if one remains only a pupil. And why, then, should you not pluck at my laurels? You respect me; but how if one day your respect should tumble? Take care that a falling statue does not strike you dead! You say you believe in Zarathustra? But of what importance is Zarathustra? You are my believers: but of what importance are all believers? You had not yet sought yourselves when you found me. Thus do all believers; therefore all belief is of so little account. Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you...
Friedrich Nietzsche
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