Nuclear Spoon
07-01-2006, 10:31 PM
I don't think I have ever written more bollocks in my life:
Too Much Thinking Will Kill You
First of all, nothing is certain. This is why I'm an agnostic. You can have your two feet firmly on this planet, and drop a rock from your hands, and expect it to fall to the ground. Everyone would think this. Very probably even crazy people, who think that they're sofas, or penguins. However, what is not certain is that there is not a giant magnet inside the earth, which attracts everything to it in the action of what we call gravity because everything has magnetic material inside it. But possibly, the rock is retarded (don't ask) and has no magnetic material in it AT ALL. Therefore, it simply hangs in the air. Of course, it will move very slightly, because of momentum and all that jizz, but of course you won't be interested in that.
There is also the debate of why we exist. Many say that we were created by God. That doesn't tell us why, it just tells us what or how. Perhaps God doesn't exist, but still somehow managed to make us. Which means we exist by means of a non-existant entity, thus meaning we don't exist. Not even Dr. S. Or his Microsoft Powerpoint Harry Potter cartoons (which are rather good (If they actually do exist)). How are we so sure some God-like entity does exist anyway? "OMFG COS ITS LIEK LODS UV PPLZ BLEEV IN IM!!11!!!!111!1". Not necessarily. A lot of people believed that the gay German who couldn't actually play the piano could and was from Sweden or Norway or some weird country like that. Weren't they wrong? Also, there are a lot of people who believe in Buddhism, Hindusim or Judaism (apparently the Jews' Messiah hasn't come yet). Does that make them right, too? Although, there may be another theory. One of the books in Terry Pratchett's Discworld series is called "Small Gods". It involves a god by the name of Om, whose powers are restricted to being a turtle (not a tortoise). The reason for this is because not enough people believe in him/her/it/lemon curry. At the end of the book, everyone believes in him/her/it/sports bra and he/she/it becomes powerful again. Hooray and woo. So perhaps God is restricted to being the table lamp (which, incidentally, is broken) which lies on the table near me as I type this up. Of course, this would be utter crap. The table lamp is an object created by mankind, which would mean God created us who then created him. And nobody likes a paradox. And maybe nobody really believes in God, they just use religion as an excuse for their existence, a crutch for their reason.
And why doesn't God want to be proved? So he can test people's faith? If people spend their time going to church and putting their hands together, wouldn't it be nice if they could get something in return? Yes, entrance to heaven maybe, that sounds good enough. But isn't that a form of gambling? Last I checked, gambling is wrong. For some reason or other. Maybe God is just toying around with us, and maybe that's scrotal mass, because that's blasphemy.
If he does exist, why does he create us? We probably get told if we manage to get into heaven. But then it's not much use to us then, is it? In fact, it's possible we're part of some sort of simulation, with some purpose or other, and when we figure that out, we get terminated. How fun. We might even get a free toy with it. Of course, it's very likely that I'm talking complete shite. Maybe Christianity is real, and some magical bloke with a beard was born around 2000 years ago, and died because we were bad people.
Maybe God is eternal, maybe he isn't. And surely if he doesn't have an end OR start, then he can't exist because he never started to. Perhaps he started existing when we thought he did. If God is an endless loop, then so is time. Somewhere along the line, this universe will collapse in on itself and start all over again. Nobody knows when this is. Possibly there's some very complex procedures involving parallell universes and armadillos. And now, this is where the title comes in.
I reckon most people look ahead and wonder what the future holds for them, and what their futures will hold for the next generation. Others may look ahead and piss themselves because a lorry is about to run them over; that's besides the point. The depressing bit is, you may be really smart, you may have a terrific amount of potential, but will you contribute anything? And even if you do, what would the point be? This leads to the next question: "What's the point in the human race?". The point of it is to exist. And we should aim to exist as long as possible, even if some shitfaced aliens want to enslave us to build some ULTRAMEGALASAR so they can destroy the moon, just for the sake of it. This is terribly depressing, even suicidal in some circumstances, but since the average person could probably not even comprehend or contemplate just what the squirrel's testes I'm talking about or think along the same wavelength, I think they're relatively safe. Unfortunately, there are intelligent ones like me (I'm so boastful). We realise things like this, and thus we must be prepared for it. Life in itself may be pointless, but we may as well enjoy it while we can.
Good Night.
P.S. Not Enough Thinking Can Probably Also Kill You, but I imagine you'd much rather come across as someone who was intelligent.
Too Much Thinking Will Kill You
First of all, nothing is certain. This is why I'm an agnostic. You can have your two feet firmly on this planet, and drop a rock from your hands, and expect it to fall to the ground. Everyone would think this. Very probably even crazy people, who think that they're sofas, or penguins. However, what is not certain is that there is not a giant magnet inside the earth, which attracts everything to it in the action of what we call gravity because everything has magnetic material inside it. But possibly, the rock is retarded (don't ask) and has no magnetic material in it AT ALL. Therefore, it simply hangs in the air. Of course, it will move very slightly, because of momentum and all that jizz, but of course you won't be interested in that.
There is also the debate of why we exist. Many say that we were created by God. That doesn't tell us why, it just tells us what or how. Perhaps God doesn't exist, but still somehow managed to make us. Which means we exist by means of a non-existant entity, thus meaning we don't exist. Not even Dr. S. Or his Microsoft Powerpoint Harry Potter cartoons (which are rather good (If they actually do exist)). How are we so sure some God-like entity does exist anyway? "OMFG COS ITS LIEK LODS UV PPLZ BLEEV IN IM!!11!!!!111!1". Not necessarily. A lot of people believed that the gay German who couldn't actually play the piano could and was from Sweden or Norway or some weird country like that. Weren't they wrong? Also, there are a lot of people who believe in Buddhism, Hindusim or Judaism (apparently the Jews' Messiah hasn't come yet). Does that make them right, too? Although, there may be another theory. One of the books in Terry Pratchett's Discworld series is called "Small Gods". It involves a god by the name of Om, whose powers are restricted to being a turtle (not a tortoise). The reason for this is because not enough people believe in him/her/it/lemon curry. At the end of the book, everyone believes in him/her/it/sports bra and he/she/it becomes powerful again. Hooray and woo. So perhaps God is restricted to being the table lamp (which, incidentally, is broken) which lies on the table near me as I type this up. Of course, this would be utter crap. The table lamp is an object created by mankind, which would mean God created us who then created him. And nobody likes a paradox. And maybe nobody really believes in God, they just use religion as an excuse for their existence, a crutch for their reason.
And why doesn't God want to be proved? So he can test people's faith? If people spend their time going to church and putting their hands together, wouldn't it be nice if they could get something in return? Yes, entrance to heaven maybe, that sounds good enough. But isn't that a form of gambling? Last I checked, gambling is wrong. For some reason or other. Maybe God is just toying around with us, and maybe that's scrotal mass, because that's blasphemy.
If he does exist, why does he create us? We probably get told if we manage to get into heaven. But then it's not much use to us then, is it? In fact, it's possible we're part of some sort of simulation, with some purpose or other, and when we figure that out, we get terminated. How fun. We might even get a free toy with it. Of course, it's very likely that I'm talking complete shite. Maybe Christianity is real, and some magical bloke with a beard was born around 2000 years ago, and died because we were bad people.
Maybe God is eternal, maybe he isn't. And surely if he doesn't have an end OR start, then he can't exist because he never started to. Perhaps he started existing when we thought he did. If God is an endless loop, then so is time. Somewhere along the line, this universe will collapse in on itself and start all over again. Nobody knows when this is. Possibly there's some very complex procedures involving parallell universes and armadillos. And now, this is where the title comes in.
I reckon most people look ahead and wonder what the future holds for them, and what their futures will hold for the next generation. Others may look ahead and piss themselves because a lorry is about to run them over; that's besides the point. The depressing bit is, you may be really smart, you may have a terrific amount of potential, but will you contribute anything? And even if you do, what would the point be? This leads to the next question: "What's the point in the human race?". The point of it is to exist. And we should aim to exist as long as possible, even if some shitfaced aliens want to enslave us to build some ULTRAMEGALASAR so they can destroy the moon, just for the sake of it. This is terribly depressing, even suicidal in some circumstances, but since the average person could probably not even comprehend or contemplate just what the squirrel's testes I'm talking about or think along the same wavelength, I think they're relatively safe. Unfortunately, there are intelligent ones like me (I'm so boastful). We realise things like this, and thus we must be prepared for it. Life in itself may be pointless, but we may as well enjoy it while we can.
Good Night.
P.S. Not Enough Thinking Can Probably Also Kill You, but I imagine you'd much rather come across as someone who was intelligent.