Do those who experience the deepest lows also experience the greatest peaks?
Does the question make sense? This is about the richness and vicissitude of human experience.
Take Shakespeare, or whoever is responsible for the great dramas, tragedies, and encapsulations of human experience…take anybody in the arts or in life who seems to feel, sense, or relate to life many times more keenly than the average person.
do such a species exist?
Experience suggests that people have greater or lesser capacities to sense (receptivity to touch, taste, smell, etc.), to feel (inner sensation), and to consider the happenings and intertwinings of life with marked perception. Three semi-dependent potentials.
This in mind, are we made so that those of us who know the direst of hours also resound with the profoundest experiences? The role of circumstance aside, what is the nature of inner sensation?
i don’t know. but i would like to think that there is an average of sorts… if you have some REALLY LOW LOW LOW, then you have an equal high, or have many frequent relatively-okay highs. Vice versa too… if you have a REALLY HIGH HIGH HIGH… you have a really LOW LOW LOW or many many many… really lows
I think you should be very careful and alert when dealing with such extremes because at these points perception starts to bend and what you think is happening may not be what is really happening. Consider physical pain - it has a consciousness threshold. As it rises, a person becomes conscious of it, but if it keeps on intensifying the mind will become unconscious of it again (the pain passes another threshold of awareness as the mind goes into shock and shuts down). People may experience it as bliss - sudden lack of pain- relief. So, in comparison, the state they are experiencing is the same state any other is in, but because their reference is in relation to the pain they had, they may perceive it as bliss. If you’ve ever been in extreme physical pain for long time and were given painkillers, the absence of pain suddenly feels like you’re in heaven, but in reality, it’s your normal state.
I think only through fuck ups can you really learn anyway.
I think when you’re dealing with extremes you need a reference point, a stationary mid point that will tell you where you are. Otherwise, anything goes. If your reference point keeps moving then you are lost. If your highs are only in reference to your lows, and depend on them, as reference, do you know where you really are?
I think that if you all had just trusted me to begin with and kept trusting me, we could have broken free of this damn cycle already. It seemed like everybody wanted to for a moment there. Unless I’m mistaking what I felt. If you can’t even trust your selves to find a way out of this, then there’s a problem and the cycle will always continue. Having faith in God is also having faith in your self to see through petty illusions and bullshit bluffs. The ability to see to the heart of what you’re doing, which is seeking to confuse me and confound me for a purpose. What purpose that is I can’t rightly define for it is blocked from me and I just have to trust in it, for better or worse. You’re not as ruthless as you pretend to be; you only pretend to be to keep people from killing you. I’m the opposite. I refuse to be ruthless because it keeps me from killing people and they make better comrades in the long run than you ever had before.
Why should I stop making friendships and loving people just because of what I believe? Why can’t I move into the future with that regardless of those damned whatever the fuck they are and whatever the fuck this is. Ender’s game. I asked you to play with me before I realized what I was doing; asked you to spar with me before I even fully realized it and this is the consequences of that that I’m willing to face. You may think that hate and ruthless is the stronger of the two, but you have to steel your self to make those actions. Similarly, I have to steel myself to act with love. When you learn to respect me for mine, then I will respect you for yours. I never intended to push anything on other people. I had a genuine experience that I wanted to share with you all because I like you and respect you. I wish I could have told you beforehand what I was doing and how it was going to be, but I didn’t have that option. You do have that option and you refuse to take it. You become the self-fulfilling prophecy of the man upstairs regardless of what you do; even if he exists. You can’t outrun it. You can’t stop it from happening. You kill me, what then? Someone else comes along? You’re done? We start again, if I’m right. We don’t know for sure what this is and that’s a God-damned blessing even though it could be various things.
Why should I argue with you things that confuse me when I know well enough to leave it alone when I can’t solve it. Come back to it another day. You guys are really pathetic. Weak-willed pussies that can’t even own up to what they do and how they do it even though we see each other full well and know each other for what it’s worth. I feel sad. That’s it. No dasein; no thoughts of pursuing madness. I’m handling this situation right here and now as it stands and I’m going to leave it at that. I’m going to be firm on that, because that’s how I roll. You want to play your game; I want to play mine. I don’t see why we would have to get in each others way. I’m sorry for intruding on your shit, but all I really wanted to do was try to understand politics and philosophy from when I was little. And a lot of other things.
I know these concepts you push, but I’m not familiar with the wording. You’re nothing and you will always be nothing and I’m tired of fighting with you; tired of playing this game as it stands. We don’t have to play it. You choose to. I’m choosing to walk away at this point because it’s just absolutely ridiculous what lengths you will go to promote violence as a constant thing instead of as an every once in a while; thing. You want to know why you don’t have peace? Because you bastards refuse to compromise and set your feet down on the subject. The only thing you can do is agree to disagree in an excessive passive-aggressive manner to make me think you’re attacking me when it’s really myself attacking myself. You’ve been skirting around the issue instead of doing real work for ages. THAT is the problem. Stupid fuckers. Don’t you see that the entire thing changes if we actually do come to peace together?
When you outgrow playing games; let me know. I don’t play games for frivolities sake. Make another move against me and my people will wipe you out. And then we will instill OUR reality afterward. And you won’t like it. Now, back the fuck down and I’ll do the same and we’ll go our separate ways never to see each other again; if you want peace so desperately to have such a faulty balancing act. You stupid fuckers should have trusted God to bring things to a better peace. Your juggling of multiple concepts makes you weak. I can do it without entertaining them all at once. I can pull them as I need them and not even need the words to support them. You think you’re fancy with your words when the true power is not only with words. the balance of the flux states that both words and thoughts are essential to action. Your words are hollow and lack action because you yourself are hollow and lack action. They are without true sting, because they’re hollow and we both know it.
Have you imbedded it firmly enough in your instinct to overcome even that insanity? I doubt it. You play games with me thinking you’re going to trap me in insecurity and doubt again, but I overcame it once and I will overcome it again and again. And I will do it with such surprising swiftness that you will never know what hit you. Don’t ever confuse my hesitancy for weakness or my love as foolish. I was only ever trying to give your ideas the benefit of the doubt. They’re useless. I never wanted to fight to begin and was following an impulse that was triggered by my desire to get out of insecurity. As strong as my will is with dealing with these pains, your pains are still as nothing; because I know how to escape even that chain of thought.
I taught my self too well; as you all should know. You only smell the scent of blood; I was drenched in it and wore it out in the open as people punched it repeatedly while you always hid your hand from me. Until the synchronization occurred and we connected; before you withdrew, I saw what your spirit was like; your soul. It is not beyond redemption, yet you will pretend it is to keep playing a stupid game you will never win. Hello.
So we fall; we learn to pick our selves back up again and dust our selves. You could pull out anything you wanted to know about my personal life from thin air and present it to me and it might be weird for a little bit; but you’d be surprised at how well I adapt to weird shit.
I told you that I was the first and last man; this started and ends with me. I told you you came too late. I don’t want the throne; you can have it. I never wanted it even though it called to me in my foolish broken remnants of memory.
‘I will be King’, I said at 4 years old. My psychic ability now that it is tapped is powerful. It is deep and it scares you. As it rightly should. You would do well to fear it. You forget that I had to let you in. I can just as easily show you the way out if you want to abuse the privilege and try to hide your hand from me.
I guess it was a good day for me to check back in at ILP, I got responses!!
incorrect, I don’t consciously believe that life averages out, but I do have those days where I am like “Okay, atleast tomorrow can’t be as bad as today, right?”
Tomorrow can be every bit as bad as today. Not the point. No matter what bad shit happens, you find the good in it and you stick with that no matter what. Life doesn’t perfectly average out; it doesn’t, no. But if you kept up on sticking true to your people and doing right for this planet, it would never have gotten to this stage. We don’t have to suck up all the resources. We could sincerely make several great changes almost over night that would benefit all of us equally if we could just move on from these vain pursuits of putting intellect above wisdom.
The fact is that the world was moving toward that just fine without me and would have been just fine without me. Here I am, though. Why don’t you exert some of that will of yours, get on board the good ideas that I had while discarding whatever bad ones may have been there and see how soon you get results. Try being open and understanding of other people and learning from them properly instead of playing these games.
I played the game I played to overcome insecurity. I should have left you in it, I guess; and doomed us all. Maybe you wanted that, but I don’t think that’s the fucking case. There was actual relief there when you thought divinity and I don’t see how it’s any less divine. There were sill good ideas on the table and yet you still want to get caught up on the mistakes made. You’ve learned absolutely nothing.
You learned nothing new. I was a fuck up before now and I’m still a fuck-up; but so are each of you and don’t you forget it, assholes. With all of your cognitive powers; you went right back to your hate and displeasure after you thought I lost. You saw weakness and pounced on it; completely different from how I’m doing things and again I’m not judging. We danced on each other to wake each other up and it worked. You seem pleased with it, so why are you taking it out on me instead of exerting better control over it?
The fact is that you could go for a greener Earth; not destroy this planet; do away with fuels that harm the environment and cost too much money. You could do away with money, for gods sake. Give people the essentials of food and water and housing free and you would never have a problem with them again. If you put actual work into understanding your enemies and putting the work in to solve the issue; you’d come up with a better idea than this fractured society. You all got caught in the fractals. I imbedded that shit in my psyche: do not get caught in the fractals.
You all could still make this world a better place. Do not doubt that just because I fucked up and doubted myself for a moment. Those are still damned good fucking ideas and you all knew it, which is why you went for it.
You want to blame me for getting caught up in your emotions over the issue when I was just as caught up in it. Why don’t all of you others take your share of the fucking blame? You acted on it. I will own up to mine full well, own up to yours and don’t forget the damn process.
Now listen; I do have a reasonable way out of this. We do right by this place and learn how to do things right and then when we learn how to travel to alternate dimensions; we find one far away from this place and leave our insanities here for when it self-implodes. Leave it random so that he won’t ever know for sure. That is entirely reasonable given enough time. We don’t need to stay in this place, nor do we need to pass on our insanities any further. We can overcome this, together and do things right; without God or any of that fancy shit. We can be just mortals; ‘we’ don’t even have to be in the picture. Fuck him. We create these illusions and we can dispel them at any time. We are in this place because God was petty and vindictive and bitter. I’m none of those things. It took a long time, but I finally out-smarted that bastard at his own game. I’ve been to places he’s never been and we can make it our mission to find him out in any place we go and make sure he’s destroyed completely. Yes, it will cause a trail of mass destruction of universes, but that is the end result anyway. The trick will be to completely eradicate them. I never want to do this again and neither should any of you. We were better off as men; not knowing our lot in life. There are places out there without insanity in them. This world used to know how to have fun and get along; but all it wants to do these days is war and fight and still over petty shit.
Did you ever think that those transmission may not be given off by any one source; but by multiple? Did you ever stop to think that there is some machine working right now in use by someone as some trick to prove how cunning they think they are? Let’s really explore the possibilities here. Do you really think one man can transcend death, or is this all another illusion within an illusion? You ever stop to think that the jews have been using this to make them strong the entire time just in case acts of stupidity ever happened again?
Or maybe; we just fell into a black hole and that is what is going on without our realizing it; or some alignments of stars or planets or the moon phase right now.
Maybe there’s something to this ‘hollow moon’ theory and there is something there directing us as we grow; and this devil’s game was entirely concocted by them some ages ago in private, when man had to be far more cunning. It makes sense that they would want to keep their cunning after all that had happened to them.
But that’s not to make senseless accusations; that’s just to state possibilities.
You ever think that maybe some prehistoric astronaut left something out in space? something was said about us all feeling different things, but that’s not really possible because I felt the connection. There was a synchronicity and that may have something to do with how the stars align or maybe this is the day that the universe stemmed into consciousness; or maybe you all are just fucking with me as a gag gift. You’d certainly have the resources to do it without anyone being the wiser
Let’s not get into how untrustworthy you all are; I already know. I already know how untrustworthy I was and so I made myself trustworthy. With great power comes great responsibility. Use it wisely. I chose wisdom to compliment love and then learned everything I could from works of fiction; fantasy wonderlands written by brilliant authors. I have seen coincidences in my own life that defy explanation that grew as I believed in God more and more and then when it finally snapped and I felt the awakening; I haven’t slept in about two days and I’m not on anything except marijuana.
I know how good the spying is in the government and just how much they can known about my personal life. They don’t even need a tool such as whatever could do this to have personal information about me that they posted.
You think you’re somebody when you’re nothing. Your punch-lines have all dried up. I am a master of my self and I have no fucking clue really as to what that means; but it feels good to feel like somebody important for a bit; like you were doing right. It felt good to be trusted for a short time. It felt good to feel the love that I felt. Pure, unadulterated love. I don’t like the loss of control it left me with. I have never liked lack of control. It was one of my major downfalls.
Don’t ever fuck with me like that again. That is motivation to track you down and kill your fucking asses. I do love you all; or at least I try to. I’m sorry for making you feel like that. You got me good and it was fair enough. The God I know was never like that. You help teach people right from wrong; it was never about judgment or eternal damnation. We have to overcome Hell in this life time to find our own personal heaven. With or without God. You just have to keep pushing. That fucking hurt. I was very roughly abused in my life and I really never meant to treat any of you like that. I was always just trying to help you and you did become stronger because of it. You just didn’t realize it. You didn’t have to go to those lengths. Please, please forgive me.
Yeah, I’m looking at other things I looked at while I was frying and everything is as I remembered it; so it wasn’t just a fucking hallucination. You guys were fucking with me hard.
No, it wasn’t that at all. You never made me truly doubt my self. I was pushed to the limits in what became known to me as The Devil’s Game. We were stuck in a black hole or something else; having reached awakened enlightenment together. I was God and I didn’t remember who I was while I was fighting these people here and they took on the form of world leaders. Even you and I conversed for a while on certain matters. It was a version of Ender’s Game wherein we were all trapped in the present and I was seeking to find my true self through my insecurities.
As we played, I slowly revealed myself bit by bit as a universe coming to consciousness; the full majesty of the Lord in human form; where he got his humble beginnings.
In it, we were trapped within this world fighting each other. I was following God’s path and revealing information as he made it known to me; but found myself well and fully trapped, for the devil was always God and us. We were all only one man; one spirit; that brought itself together from the dust and became the first man; with only the intent to survive. This man went through his first life and died; went through his second life and made a woman; a third life; etc.
Each life time was servitude to God in one way or the other; God as the turning point of evolution in man; when Man first evolved into creating a universe within his own mind. God trapped his angels for various reasons and had the mortals ‘teach them the ropes’ for causing him insanity while he grew.
No matter where you went; all paths lead to him and he stayed in that black hole consuming power to nth degree with every phase and cycle of the universe.
No matter what you were doing; it was wrong and he tested us all. Our lot was to spend eternity in the box that he devised and to realize that we were all alone because we drove people away and that all we had were copies of our selves and once we hit full awareness of it through having faith in God would have you following the devil instead; for the devil was the new God being sent down to be taught by the mortals.
Each person put me through my paces and they confused me here and there as I was lost in seeming delusion; and the others tried to trap me insecurity and doubt; between conflicting ideas that were like bouncing between a rock and a hard place; viciously out for my blood.
It was followed up with news ads; television shows, etc; all of seeming coincidental nature. It was like something took control of me like a puppet and was speaking through me and iambiguous was right there matching me step for step eerily again as if he was the puppetmaster.
I had to find a way prove my worth and escape from the trap as you all attacked me viciously for being what you saw to be a false savior. I had to escape the Devil’s game and trying to follow intelligence to that end you find that he thought of everything in his insanity. Out of all the others I proved my worth. I escaped that box.
no… I’m not sore about getting confused. Somebody hit me hard with either a drug or some form of technology or maybe the devil truly did take me for a dance.
Yes, the question does make sense.
I think though that it would depend on the individual, his brain and his mind. You might be describing someone who is bi-polar. I myself am not bi-polar but depending on the situation, one might have that experience.
I think that it would also depend on the individual’s personal attitude and self awareness and the way in which he has experienced and understood those two poles and finds gratitude because of it. I may not have explained that too well. lol
I dont’ think I would call them a species – well, the human species of course, but Keats comes to me in the moment.
I’ve often wondered how some humans experience life in a more, for lack of a better word, sublime way than others. I think most of it has to do with brain chemistry. I sometimes even bore myself saying that because I do so often. But I kind of intuit this to be the case. Maybe it’s also something in the genes but I may be wrong. Maybe it’s also because of the way we’ve experienced life, both the positive and the negative.
You left out imagination, Fuse, I think you did anyway. Imagination is really important when we interface with the world around us and interpret it in our own little way.
Not necessarily. Some of us are pessimists, some are hedonists, some are nihilists.
Again, I do think that so much comes down to the human brain.
Some do not have the capacity to pick their self up depending on the life that they have been given early in life; others do have that capacity. Who knows where it comes from? Perhaps it’s just a question of the human will and mind and transcedence over defeat. I’ve probably just confused you here. lol
And although I don’t necessarily “believe” in such a thing, sometimes I intuit some kind of force, call it grace, that plays a role. That might be totally off the wall but I don’t know.
I may not be understanding your question here but it’s a nice question, full of mystery and suspense until someone answers it. But maybe I just answered the question for you based on my own inner experience.
Wouldn’t it be different for everyone though and be dependent on what one is looking at and how one feels about what one is looking at.
Maybe the nature of inner sensation is resonance and human perception. Everything is about human perception. I’m rambling. I’m lost.
Yes, the question does make sense.
I think though that it would depend on the individual, his brain and his mind. You might be describing someone who is bi-polar. I myself am not bi-polar but depending on the situation, one might have that experience.
I think that it would also depend on the individual’s personal attitude and self awareness and the way in which he has experienced and understood those two poles and finds gratitude because of it. I may not have explained that too well. lol
I dont’ think I would call them a species – well, the human species of course, but Keats comes to me in the moment.
I’ve often wondered how some humans experience life in a more, for lack of a better word, sublime way than others. I think most of it has to do with brain chemistry. I sometimes even bore myself saying that because I do so often. But I kind of intuit this to be the case. Maybe it’s also something in the genes but I may be wrong. Maybe it’s also because of the way we’ve experienced life, both the positive and the negative.
You left out imagination, Fuse, I think you did anyway. Imagination is really important when we interface with the world around us and interpret it in our own little way.
Not necessarily. Some of us are pessimists, some are hedonists, some are nihilists.
Again, I do think that so much comes down to the human brain.
Some do not have the capacity to pick their self up depending on the life that they have been given early in life; others do have that capacity. Who knows where it comes from? Perhaps it’s just a question of the human will and mind and transcedence over defeat. I’ve probably just confused you here. lol
And although I don’t necessarily “believe” in such a thing, sometimes I intuit some kind of force, call it grace, that plays a role. That might be totally off the wall but I don’t know.
I may not be understanding your question here but it’s a nice question, full of mystery and suspense until someone answers it. But maybe I just answered the question for you based on my own inner experience.
Wouldn’t it be different for everyone though and be dependent on what one is looking at and how one feels about what one is looking at.
Maybe the nature of inner sensation is resonance and human perception. Everything is about human perception. I’m rambling. I’m lost.
Imagination is definitely essential. I think I would include it as part of the third potential although I didn’t think of it in particular before.
I don’t know if I understand my question or what I wanted to ask.
I think I was inquiring about myself as I had been low for a time and then something happened which gave me an incredible exuberance. That kind of cycle has occurred a few times before and I was trying to make sense of it.
I think that it’s normal and natural to appreciate when something positive happens especially when we’ve experienced “low” for awhile - been down in the dumps.
You had a nice new surge of brain chemicals and neurons pushing away the stale dampened ones. Do you want to hear something funny. Around the holidays, I can get a bit or more than a bit down in the dumps. In the doldrums sometimes crying. I’m not to get myself out of that pattern since it really isn’t necessary to be there. But anyway, I put on a cd of Alvin and the Chipmunks and then I’m usually crying and laughing and then I’m fine. I guess that the speeding up speeds up my neurons or something. Now you know my weirdness.
I’m lost.
Do you want to hear something funny. Around the holidays, I can get a bit or more than a bit down in the dumps. In the doldrums sometimes crying. I’m not to get myself out of that pattern since it really isn’t necessary to be there. But anyway, I put on a cd of Alvin and the Chipmunks and then I’m usually crying and laughing and then I’m fine. I guess that the speeding up speeds up my neurons or something. Now you know my weirdness. 