Worst conspiracy theory ever.

[seemslikeadream]

oh shit ...never mind then

wow brekin has the super ability all by himself to choose which superpower?

that's fantastic

Don't get excited. It's a mental exercise. A rhetorical question, if you will. An experiment in social engineering theory.

[minime]

Of course, if I had power to choose the superpower to control what I do, where I go, what I think--and of course I do have just that power--I would choose the superpower of me.

I would suggest that you all do just the same--choose the superpower of you I mean; but of course it's just a suggestion. I don't need anyone fucking following me around, asking me what I think or what they should do. How would I know?

I'm too wise for that.

[brekin]

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Mmh...so many super powers to choose from.

[minime]

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Mmh...so many super powers to choose from.

And don't you forget it. Always choose the third horn of the dilemma.

Not a big head/little head metaphor.



"Too many choices" (courtesy of the filename of your image), so to speak, is brought to you courtesy of intelligence. Winnowing the choices is courtesy of wisdom.

Knowing that you, finally, are the only superpower to answer to is the height of wisdom.

[seemslikeadream]

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Mmh...so many super powers to choose from.

PICK ME ...PICK ME

there is a rumor going around that I have super powers

actually that is the Worst conspiracy theory ever.

[minime]

BTW, please take note of the origin of every ray and arrow in the above image. It IS a clue of sorts.

[DrEvil]

I would pick being really smart so I could figure out the algorithm for Lotto and get rich.

(That's a real quote from a real idiot).

@minime: You're not a superpower, you're a random guy on the internet spouting quasi-philosophical bullshit and deluding yourself into thinking it's wisdom, just like the rest of us.

[seemslikeadream]

yes but what if someone's brain has been taken over by an outside entity

like that mind control thing that I have heard about

[minime]

I would pick being really smart so I could figure out the algorithm for Lotto and get rich.

(That's a real quote from a real idiot).

@minime: You're not a superpower, you're a random guy on the internet spouting quasi-philosophical bullshit and deluding yourself into thinking it's wisdom, just like the rest of us.

In other words "Stop humping the laser".



Random. Spouting. Deluding. Such rhetoric.

[brekin]

I'm going to go with the Lasso of Truth.
We could tie up a lot of the subjects in these threads in a neat little bow.

[minime]

yes but what if someone's brain has been taken over by an outside entity

like that mind control thing that I have heard about

And of course I love that. It's a curious kind of inception: convincing someone they are in control of their own thoughts, that their thoughts are their own, when in fact (so the story goes) they're not.

And of course, it doesn't matter the origin of the thought after all, does it, it's the content and quality of the thought that matters.

Are any of our thoughts really original anyway. Does it matter if they are? Is that originality part of their goodness? If the thought includes 'us', do they still stand side by side, or does that inclusion change the thought, making it original? Is it better somehow because of that inclusion?

Do they stand side by side? Or is it diminished because it includes us?

[brekin]

yes but what if someone's brain has been taken over by an outside entity
like that mind control thing that I have heard about

And of course I love that. It's a curious kind of inception: convincing someone they are in control of their own thoughts, that their thoughts are their own, when in fact (so the story goes) they're not.
And of course, it doesn't matter the origin of the thought after all, does it, it's the content and quality of the thought that matters.
Are any of our thoughts really original anyway. Does it matter if they are? Is that originality part of their goodness? If the thought includes 'us', do they still stand side by side, or does that inclusion change the thought, making it original? Is it better somehow because of that inclusion?
Do they stand side by side? Or is it diminished because it includes us?

Are you looking perhaps for this thread?

Questioning Consciousness
viewtopic.php?f=8&t=15948&start=420

[minime]

yes but what if someone's brain has been taken over by an outside entity
like that mind control thing that I have heard about

And of course I love that. It's a curious kind of inception: convincing someone they are in control of their own thoughts, that their thoughts are their own, when in fact (so the story goes) they're not.
And of course, it doesn't matter the origin of the thought after all, does it, it's the content and quality of the thought that matters.
Are any of our thoughts really original anyway. Does it matter if they are? Is that originality part of their goodness? If the thought includes 'us', do they still stand side by side, or does that inclusion change the thought, making it original? Is it better somehow because of that inclusion?
Do they stand side by side? Or is it diminished because it includes us?

Are you looking perhaps for this thread?

Questioning Consciousness
viewtopic.php?f=8&t=15948&start=420

Nope. Just having a nice chat with SLAD it seems re: the source? of intelligence and wisdom.

Wait, I get it: You're brekin bad!

Amirite?

[The Consul]

Old friend years ago took “an experimental vow of silence.” He stopped talking. It was good he did, more or less, because he was in this process of “pulling off the wallpaper from what we really are” and would ask questions like, who do you think about when your masturbate and why didn’t we come up with something better than god if we are afraid to die? Maybe it was because he almost died of sepsis after a rare undiagnosed disease ravaged his body. He came to and his family was around his bed weeping, some were out in the hall, weeping. I expected to enter the room and maybe get in a farewell, a man eye to man eye goodbye. When I entered room 202 he was sitting up in the bed, all 80 pounds of him, his eyes shining like black diamonds.
I gave him a head check and he spoke:
“What’s weird is I had to go through all this shit to be this glad to be this alive and there is a chance I might never feel this amazing again. It’s beyond love. So soak it up.”
There was an aura in the room. A long shut door had been opened.
It was pretty much then he gave up speaking. After a while not talking was insufficient. Hearing words was too much. So up to the old mining cabin he went with little more than a book I loaned him, and the first time I visited under the promise of silence the only sign of words was that dog eared copy of “Freedom from the Known” by Krishnamurti. We fished, we hiked, took a leaky boat out on Cliff Lake. I swore once for a lost hook, and he gave me the evil eye, not for swearing, but uttering. When It came time to leave I pulled out the dented flask and he took a swig of bourbon and handed the Krishnamurti book to take back down the mountain. As I took it from his hand he looked at the cover as if he was saying goodbye to language itself.
He was trying to escape his conditioning, the feeling of being trapped at the bottom of a dark sea of lies. At least, that’s what I figured. He never said why he wouldn’t say.
There is a way away, but it cannot be motivated by any fear. He told me this in a dream, which I told him about and he looked at me the same way he looked at the book when I took it from him. You can take your piece out of the puzzle but it doesn’t change the puzzle. After a while the empty space becomes invisible.
You can take up the penny whistle like he did, and lose yourself in Irish reels. You can unwrap the onion of your mind and experience the nothing that isn’t there. The birds at dawn are all we need to hear. And as the light comes up and the sky turns silver, in that instant where everything seems to stop, everything simply shuts the fuck up, there’s a nano chance of being un-owned, un-owning and unknown.

[norton ash]

Bravo, Consul.