I’m breaking the Ben rule by being here. I said I was gone, and I am not. I comfort myself with this reminder: I am a decorated commander in the US - I do what I want. My punishment: I must kneel to see the screen, my fingers are too thickened and strong for this keyboard, but I press on.
Many dumb things have been said about philosophy. This is not the dumbest: Philosophy must be consonant with joy or it is hateful.
Many pretentious things have been said - this is not the most pretentious, nor the least: I busy myself in the study of joy. I for one find it in fight. The bloodier the better. I find it in guts. “Power and magic in boldness,” as Goethe says. This is why I left ILP, and why Gates is leaving Microsoft. (And why neither of us can ever really leave.)
System building should be about the builder. The rubix cube should be your own life, not the outside world, far removed, or abstract concepts in books. Your life is the premise. Your actions should be the carefully discovered ramifications of that premise. I’m talking about war.
War, children, is a game played on a melting field, the generals have the fun, like surfers with flow, fists of fury, childhood nirvanic sweats. They get the girl, too. Generals can not be made - they are born. But they can be unmade. You are the proof. I count at least 18 generals here who have been unmade by the infernal trappings of our times.
Generals can also be re-made. I stand as proof. ILP is partly to blame.
I have enjoyed this chance to chat, but my steed is restless; here, finish this goblet, my minions wait. I shall hope to see you among them soon, and ride with you.
Gamer, few remain from your heyday, the new crop of lads have little or no recollection of you or your relevance; and those who do are simply boycotting you. Perhaps you are not the comfort of an old pair of jeans, rather, the burden of a herpes virus that surfaces for air every so often. But your note was not lost on me. Play well.
I think that Gamer is trying to stay out of the game and comment from the sidelines, but there isn’t any outside in philosophy. It is all inside. We are all in the middle of it and cannot ever stand apart from it. Everyone is an insider.
Yes, for those who may not remember, Marge is an artistic flourish that the one called Gamer liked to use sometimes.
And so he is. I almost shit my pants when I heard this on the news. The motherfucker has finally taken a step in the right direction. Rather than buying another island…he’s going to help fund medical reasearch for curing diseases, as well as various charity donations.
Way to go, Gates. You were one of the guys at the top of my hit list. You have redeemed yourself.
I also heard that North Korea is building missles which can reach California. Now that is some good news.
I used to kill dragons in my younger days until I finally realized that the dragons were inside me, not ‘out there’. I’ll share the same observation with you that I shared with another ILP friend. There is a subtle difference between giving up and giving in… Come visit with us now and then. We miss you.
Any want to place bets that Bill Gates will eventually run for President? At least get nominated. Remember he does know how to sell and run a major international Company, and while he is very sincere about helping and I do respect and admire him for that, I am willing to bet there is more on his agenda.
You shouldn’t need to write anything here, at all, if you truly feel the way you claim. Poetic, intelligent – sure, but the the OP was just big contradictory jaunt down memory lane.
ILP is a tool, we use it as we will. I don’t know why I seem to get this objective vibe from you.
This is so ridiculous I find it to be borderline funny, satircal even. The only problem is you’re the only one who gets the joke… you’re a one man audience in a room full of people.
Funny idea of good news you have there. How, exactly, is putting nuclear weapons in the hands of a leader who, for example, blamed the Americans for the bad weather North Korea was having for a time,
that used to be the link to the story talking about how Paul Maccartney paid like a million to the gov’t to alter the weather for his birthday bash a couple years ago.
JT, the quaint “taxonomy game” of which dwells inside versus outside, perhaps you and your straw man will enjoy that conversation over something macrobiotic, and while there, notice the way in which food appears to be external - this is the way in which my dragons appear to be external, and while appearances are deceiving, they both nourish in similar measurable ways which appeal to men and women I choose to ride with. OG, moth to a flame on the comment aimed at you specifically. The hulking harrison bergeron of the mid-bellcurve set, the only one who could have been a leader AND a man of the people. At least you show some malleability. Indeed, you had just become worthy of conversation moments before my exit, at the buzzer as it were.
And to Gobstopper (he who stops himself) I haven’t worn earphones in some time. Pity. Even something as tired as Steve Miller Band is sublime in earphones. It’s true in earphones, smoke filled rooms, or in the company of f(r)iends. If you have something to say I’m listening. For a limited time only. I grant myself resurfacing now and then. But to be a regular poster would be pathetic. Speak now or hold yours till September.
Alright… basically my ‘something to say’ is that I don’t really have much to say. Despite the esoteric cologne you douse every post with, I do like you and your writing. This is only natural given our interests. So in that light I would prefer that you stay, and like with Dunamis I enjoy playing the moth because I find it to be so easy sometimes. If you post, I win. It’s that simple. I may not agree but I would rather read yours and his writing than the majority of the people on this site. I admit this freely, but I think so would everyone else.
But that’s it. And I mean, that’s all you want to hear isn’t it?
Do I really care that you’re gone? Not really. Do I really care that you drunkenly throw dinnerware judgement plates at me and everyone else? Not really, and if me and everyone else are so far below you then why would you even care if I did?
I’m still missing the point of this thread
Stay, go, whatever. Maybe it’s me holding myself back, but I sit at your awarded dinner table and I’ll have only water.
Then Gamer’s game is misplaced. If you want skydiving, then skydive. Words just point, Gamer. Bottled smoke. Word knives? Slashing at what? Other word knives? Illusion clashing with illusion. Real blood is wet and sticky. It doesn’t evaporate at the click of a mouse. A giant army built of words is still just words… and words will never save you.
I have idea what you guys are talking about. Fitting I suppose. One thing is certain - ILP was more useful to me than college, re: confidence, wisdom, awareness, emotional intelligence, articulation, self-awareness. I miss you, my alma mater. Adieu.
