do you understand why you said that? i will explain it…
in the post that you replied to i tried to be as nice as i a possibly could be … thus the balance of hate and love - which are just energy - was disrupted. you happened to be reading it and you were compelled to fix that disruption by countering with hate. conversation is indistnguishable from the sport of fencing.
" . . . in the beginning i was nothing. my father and my mother created me and i became sperm . . ."
That must be in the dimension where eggs are not necessary and fetuses develop from sprerms?
Notice, question, that this post of mine uses capital letters and is coherent. What am I balancing out?
Daniel
Justhink? Is it you?
Or, in this case, not fencing, but a one-sided, masochistic beatdown being dealt to you by scores of SDMB posters.
I picture him in a vividly-colored, tie-dyed robe, festooned with crystals, peace signs, amulets & a headband.
Behind him is an overaged Flower Child stoned out of her gourd, & studying the molecular structure of her hand.
The core of the problem I see here is, as almost always, communication. Regardless of how powerful you feel your thoughts are inside it is all useless unless you can properly communicate your ideas to the rest of us. My advice is to sit down and write it out coherently, if you can. That’s where the real beauty lies, not with what is locked inside your head.
Some people may be jumping to conclusions here. This could be a simple matter of having the ouija board plugged into the wrong port.
Here’s some extra enlightenment. EXISTENCE not existance. If you’re going to pretend to share totality with people who actually have a brain, you must learn to spell at least the main topic of your rambling. Self-Improvement is your friend.:rolleyes:
Now now, that’s just mean and hurtful.
It also made me laugh so hard that my ass actually fell off.
Mangetout was being funny. “Have you ever looked at your hands, I mean really looked at your hands?” is a Dr. Johnny Fever line, IIRC.
FTR, it goes back way farther than that. Trippers were staring at their hands so far back that it was a cliche by the end of the 60s. Fever was merely repeating a joke that we already knew.
Forget your hands. Go find a frisbee. Check out how round it is, man! I mean, whoa!
Hmmm. Has anyone else justhought yet?
OK–on reflection some of you have :smack:
THANK YOU !
FTR, it goes back way farther than that. Trippers were staring at their hands so far back that it was a cliche by the end of the 60s. Fever was merely repeating a joke that we already knew.
Yes, but how many capital letters? Could it be…SEVEN?
In fact, no. It is not seven, it is only four. Although, I think that, what with waveforms collapsing all around me, I may not be in the best position to discuss the importance of the number four.
WHOOOOSH
tdn is stuck in a loop.
(Thanks for the info, BTW)