/lit/ - Literature

oy...Be Good. o ye, b gud. Oh ya, bged. Oye bee goud, oo bbee ggoooodd, gud gud.

Stop pushing sensitive buttons. You are smart. You are good. You are passionate. Focus. Be clear. Be purposeful. Be right. Be Righteous. Dont be petty. Be Big. Be Small. Dont be small. Be Good, as you are. Be Well, Friend.

Life can be so good and fun, even writing this, even talking, is so nice. So many people want, sometimes as much as anything, to speak unadulterated, to just let it all out, anything, everything.

So many people want, sometimes as much as anything, to speak unadulterated, to just let it all out, anything, everything.

Like right now, everything has settled. It is like there is no time. All is peaceful and quite. Still. Perfect. Everything is nice now. I just which I could say the same for all who want such.

Its indescribably beautiful. This single moment. All moments are just the continuations of the minutest moment. All that is done is to celebrate this. Is to express and prove the love of this. The value of even one, let alone 100 years worth. Let alone 1000, much more. As we know. All art, all goodness, all love and family, and friends, all actions, and beauty, and fun, and happiness. Its all made of these tiniest moments. And there is so much good in even this little one. And then how many of these little ones, even go into a well spent hour. And we get years. and years. :)

Think about a tremendously beautiful song. You could not get tired listening to a million times. And how much beauty is contained in even 10 seconds of it. Think of a minute in your lovers eyes.

So many people want, sometimes as much as anything, to speak unadulterated, to just let it all out, anything, everything. With Actions, with Words. What do we want? Why? Things are difficult... They cant be easy, how easy? For everyone, always, all the time? And to compare, and judge everything, always, all the time. It cant be a loose mess... Much consolidated energy, even in an atom, and how many in a body, so even in a person, and how many of them can come together, to do how much when of why what?

And the world is only how much, how long? And these groups want how much, and how to get it? What should be wanted, what should be got, why how? Lots of people work lots of often lots of ways of lots of hard and this creates lots of great and lots of good. Think of how much Good exists in the world. Not just little levels. Not just an imaculate house, or a beach town, or a cottage in the woods. Not just 1 motorcycle, or boat for cruise. Not just 5 sharks. Not just a few dogs. Not just a pond, a rainbow, a rainstorm, a sunshine, a lightbulb, a mountain, a ravine, a horse, a forrest, a flower, a castle, a temple, a planet, a lightning, a love fest, an awesome makeage, a radical opportunity, a trancendent marvelation, how large is a town, how large is the world, the universe, baby, Love it, Dig it.

>>9208769
>Maybe there was no exit from the cave
Do men know more than monkeys? Do men see more, more clearly than monkeys? Do some men see more and more clearly than others?

>>9208769
>monkeys with cymbals
I hope you did what I see there

>>9209485
Actually now that I read that, that may be correct:
*blushes, urinates self*
But it is implying a scientist has such a duty. Or that a scientist is inherently able to bridge the gap. Or that, it is possible to bridge the gap between science and the public without going away from mathematical exactness,

*wipes up urine, unblushes strongly now!*

>>9209330
>>9209367
No. The question and answers were either made by someone who didnt understand that they didnt understand what they didnt understand. Or it is purposely a construed meaningless convoluted non-sensoryness experiment, to attempt to see how people will react when given "complex" nonsense, and implied there is an answer (1 of 5) to see the type of posturing, assuredness, and self back patting would be done, to out pseuds for being pseuds who think they are not

"When science speaks to others, it is no longer science, and the scientist becomes or has to hire a publicist who dilutes the exactness of mathematics. In doing so, the scientist reverses his drive toward the mathematical exactness in favor of rhetorical vagueness and metaphor, thus neglecting his duty of bridging the gap between science and the public"

>>9208906
As so as that may be so, my dearest of friends, I was attempting to more point out, even the possibility, for one might claim to be a 'singleness' of I, a single little dot, inside the head, that is nudged this way then that way, by this instinct than that impulse. To draw your attention for what it must mean, for the potential of that single dot, to be able to 'push this finger' and push that finger' (and 8 more, in continuos real time, at complex adjusting speeds and meanings) this way, and that way, at once.

>>9208440
funnily enough the example you gives appears to be almost the ideal example of proving determinism. There are notes severely and concreted engraved onto page, and a performer is merely a robotic machine inputing and outputting such. Also.. I would have never written this if you did not determine me to write this. I have no choice over these words, they are merely the ideal words I am forced to write in response to you. Blue bear, koala turkey carnival pig sty loving buddy group hug group on turnstyle turn table windingo windango butterfly buttersby. In that exact moment, of stream of writing, there was absolutely no way, I could have chose any other words then I did, if I could have, and if I did, then what I would have written then, would have been the only thing I could have chosen. Just prior I typed a i that was lowercase, and there is something in me even though I see it on this site all the time, that cannot allow myself to write a lower case I, just something so ingrained, something so determined in me, that I had to backspace and capitalize it. In the moment I was doing it I was forced to think to write about it which I am now writing about, and I thought, it would be possible for me to not only leave it, but then not write this what I am now writing about it (I could have written that sentence in another way, I thought, but if I did, then that would have been the exact way I must have written it).

>>9208528
>I was only startled by what appeared to be a random assortment of symbols instead of "Anonymous" and tried to warn the poster of some kind of malware.
And if this is true, sorry for my outpost. I thought you were another scum fucket that was saying:

Youre post is wrong, teheheh, without offering any reason. Thank you for inspiring my outburst as I got some good nodes out of it, dont think it was directed to you, though take maybe .0111% of its heat for being an ignorant newfag, that people can write their name in place of anonymous. but there is about a 30% chance that you were that original poster

>>9207927
>again
>who /New Sincerity/ here
Who /never left, but also doesnt partition things by genre but just looks at the whole totality of all possible possibilities and at ones will and whimsy chooses what one thinks and feels are the best or just even most desirable for that moment, for that sentence, for that section, for that work/ here

>>9207481
I dont know about you guys, but I found OPs OP rather affectatious

>>9207770
You thought all that about it? Please, that is too much enough, do not tell us any more. I am now to extinguish my oily flame, and retire to my chambers, to contemplate the severity of the profundity of this discovery and illumination

>>9207876
Make up your mind frogposter, either women are eternal children or not, in which case the former, if he had come to know any woman and love them, he would know and love a child

>>9207876
Make up your mind frogposter, either women are eternal children or not, in which case the former, if he had come to know any children and love them, he would know and love a child

The caliber of ex was pruficient in distributing the mony of all, let us rejoice says the shine perpetuating ceremoniously.

and when the gates are opened what shall flourish

and when the pewter mass is polished to a bronzen gold what hues hues shall be seen reflected in the inner eyes inner mirror

and when tenfold tenfoldedness is halved by twice tenfolded tenfoldedness how many shapes and colors by or by not design will be rosen to be placed on the great alter of divine

dividends divided without end
the faithful weep in blissful agony
the petulant woe in painful joy
the rabid breathe with heavy artillery
caressing the intimate textures of lontef, and chivalry, asiatics in armor, triple edged swords, a heap of carc ass piled high so that the suns flames may lick the rotton flesh of all that could not stand, and lay, and jump and rest, the light of the Many Ever Golden Ones

and whats a bruised apple, or banan, to a rib or lung, and what is fullness to leaking, how to feel your cells squeals and yips for joy, as your cosmic ancient beauticianry is inherently decadent for good of you and all

let us praise and swear to the God of Muscle. Ancient vortex of sin and strength. How many possible gears and joints are there? I dont know but id like to wait around to find out.

Would I like a prism as my prison? It depends what kind of light, one my say or ask, and expediently, and exudiantly, how to capture the subtle sands of innumerable shape and type, in the Holy Spirits Chamber, The Museum of All Time, to rest ones head on ones arm while in their favorite stool reclined and say; yes, I do recall, that amount of bliss for that amount of time, but, let us have more, oh cant we have more? I promise I will be better this time.

>>9206664
>>9206657
>>9206640

There is no reason for the answer to be 5.

Science world. Waaayyyyyy over here.

Consumer, business world.... wayyyyyy over here.


The same thing happens in any specialized field. You need middle men to buffer the specialization down the line towards plain english, so financiers can finance and consumers can consume.

Imagine instead of going into the refrigerator isle at homedepot the label in the aisle was 100,000 pages of the history of every single component that makes up a refrigerator.

The question is stupid. The answers are stupid. All I want to know is if a native English person wrote them.

>>9206653
He was old. Failing eyesight. Maybe that wasnt his home, and one of those ladies had just fetched that photo of him as a younger man, and maybe he photographer said hey, hold right there for a moment, this will be a good shot. Look at all those nice books in the background and photos on the wall. you should be envious of him, would justify your reaction.

>>9205973
A few years ago, I came across stuff that was saying "Sam Harris actually doesnt believe in free will, as defined: A person cannot make a choice between 2 distinct things, there is no such thing as 'possible choice', there is only ever '1 possibility'', and so I looked into it a bit, and found someone online who believed the same thing, and so had some back and forth with him. I just remembered looking at this however, that when I copy pasted the discussion into word, it was all messed up... which sucks... its al out of order...so it might be impossible to read... but oh well.

http://pastebin.com/B6NiQvRv

The person I was arguing with, never conceded, but I am confident, and have written more concise and clearer, just dont remember where those are, my points, that I think are absolutely correct.

>>9204830
I dont have a problem with these threads (some of them, if they bump kill a good one), but you should before you have a problem with Phil and Psych

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>>9205812
He did cause me to write about a 30 page Fool Proof Proofs Proving once and for all the existence of Free Will, so I will give him that, if my destiny fates me to

>>9204737
also dude, thanks for making this thread, because for whatever reason, it inspired me to write what I did, and I am more than less proud and psyched on what I wrote. At first the thread angered me, because the OP seemed crazy, and as others said, unnecessarily confusing, so I was just gonna fuck around, but I guess I ate a nice dinner (tacos) had a clementine as desert, and just went into the zone. Cheers.

Enter; Romulous

Snarling. But we are so close, we can taste it, our tongue is burning with eternity. Our lips are suckling the golden thumb. Our saliva is singing, the chorus of a Shillion Angles, an etched allongue, I am a dragon wolf tiger owl sun star moon lion shark whale hawk demon angel bug bird. I am a robotic computer. I am a castle and a mud hut. I am 10,000 villages and 10 trillion villagers. I am the whisky whispers of the sun light sparkling on the airs dangly cascade of orange oh and fuck dammit think of all the colors. think of all the colors, will you. I am crying now. tearing more like. and I do mean, tearing. Like paper, tearing, onto paper, wet drops form from my eyes. the Mount of Tant. the Lizing of Tant. I run faster than you! I climb higher than you! I jump farther than you! I fuck longer than you! let us go! and never! still startling stop. always never now slowly fast! We can fucking taste it. And the beasts belly growls. And the beasts belly roars. And out it comes from my mouth. The smoke is sating. The fire is reckless and never satisfied. The fire is hunger itself. The fire is life and love. The fire is death. Let us not forget though, of earth, water and air. But we can taste it, and it is too much, to dangle the steak affront the tiger. It is too little too much. The saliva begs. We listen to the heart, but much more, we listen to the saliva, begging. Begging to break down, break down to build us. And what is spirit made of. What is fire made of. We cannot be only fire. And when out of that which to flame it is so easily not. Though then the Sun scoffs at this. But then the Sun doesnt look all that fun to me. Quite boring really. Yes, magnificent, yes, all powerful... but without even hands? What really may be the use? We can fucking taste it. But like a flame without its food, we are fading. No, we are not. There is the water, and it soothes us. Our eyes see much past. Our eyes see far past. And far near. Again, with the saliva. To sate it, how?

Enter; Lork Artimist

What now then! My lovely Lover! My lovely Brother! My lovely Friend! What now, when time is so long, and the heart beats so fast still? When time is so long and the mind is so quick, and all there is to do is fill it with fancies...and think. And do! too. What now. When we have our nightly feast. And our morning, in the mist, in the sun, the warmth tickling the lovely air, and we stand in the warm cool fog and breathe deep and time is long and we stand well strong there and listen to the birds and the neighbors flute and horn and see the smoking chimney and hear the strings harmony and the distant boat on the distant shore blows its borne and we are satisfied in our home but we want more, what now then? And we see the mountains more than over yonder and we want more and we see past them and we see more and we climb them and see more and want more, what now, and what then?

Then once never for forgotten we only no not can see then once forever when yes ok and for more some twice not yes always ok and maybe

Fortuna, clandestine adolesence spills poregy reconciliation betwixt the momories of minerva, wandering sideways abungst the stratso spherica, epilogous, canal alagus, federicio,

A mon gate, the bells, the whistles, K. put.
Smut, smuckery.

Enter. Dawn. Always. Again.
riverside the banquets worry a bit like fish used to ponds. the stream calls. the wind answers. how many harmonies... really.

dis servce. dissonance. Sonic. and sound? how many energies?

Enter; Martuvious.

Hello! I have approached the market place, and the sand seems to be blowing everywhere. My cloak is made to protect thee, being me. Not to mention dagger, sharpened on more than stone. And how much for you talons? And bread? And we shall do this daily? For how long?

Enter; Affi David

Yes. It seems, I have been bequeethed. Or is it, spectacled. Or seeched. Yes, I see the sun, who one couldnt? Yes, the moon looks fine tonight, as always. A cosmic pull.

Enter; Remonia

Hello, how are we! Enter, desdemona!

Enter; Desdemona
Yes! let us run to the woods tonight?

No. We do not feel like that tonight, des. It is a bit chilly, though we do have our favorite speckled robes, we would rather wait by the temple walls, today, we think.

Enter; Barbotiono
Hello my lovelies! What are we to drink? And sup?

Virael, stands on the table round.

O, Hell! What time stands before it, and as if it never started, make it stop? Though it is, just my stomach grumbling. And how long I long to run! oh and the water too! whether sea or river or pond or pool, how I love them so! too much time I want them! to swim! to lay! tommorow! Today!

Elron; enters.

Elron grabs Desdiminia and sways her towards the moon, on the table, they dance, and mime the acts of sex.

Everything is Great, now and only for forever! and only for great, and Greater! more! we want more! more! give us more! let us get more! let us make more!

They dance, and sing, and the goblets clink and clank, and the sup is suplicated, and the rhythems of the bird and tree bristled wind, sing to sweet heaven a reverie, of the eternal day, and eternal night.

>>9204527
explain

How many women does it take to screw in a lightbulb? 0. one to hold her pussy lips open, another to place it in (bulb first), another to touch a live wire to the base, the 4th to gentle tap the base with one of those doctors knee hammers until the bulb shatters, the 5th to nag at her husband to go to homedepot because shes been asking him to change the bulb for a few days now and while he was at work had to invite her friends over to try to help her do it, but it turned out they didnt have a spare in the house, and she knows he works right near the hardware store, so the man gets worried that she invited a male friend over to help, so he rushes to the store, gets a bulb and heads home and does it himself.