Here is Practical Explanation about Next Life, Purpose of Human Life, philosophical/religious facts,

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leeaa

leeaa

Fresh Meat
I see it, you're great in ignoring and not watching. You are replying on every crap I'm posting like I had a remote control for you. Lollitrollolipop?
And you are great at shifting burden of proof on me.

And failure in touching any real issues.

And if I m like johavo witness than you are like those russian terrorists.

And you are sound trolll rascal whore. :faganono:
 

Be happy⚕

Vacant, Composed
So I make 4/5 improvised songs a day and send them to friends and what not..
Anyway if the lyrics come out alright then I transcribe them..
I like your eastern take but I find it full of superfluous additions and the whole eastern tradition ends up being rather conflated and just a means for people to lose themselves in bollocks honestly.

Anyway point is
These lyrics are relevant to the thread (2nd half) and basically boil down to the hermetic tradition which I find a far more succinct way of expressing the inevitable breakdown of human logic.
Hopefully some of you will like this shit, but fuck ya'll if you don't lmao just take the first half with a pinch of salt, as said these things come from improvised tunes.. (I'd post the tracks but I can't sing, they're improvised and I record with the audio recorder on my phone as I have no camera)

So yesterday it's already long gone
Can't say for sure it existed
Not that I miss it
I know that's dismissive
But it's best not to wish it, back
Cuz that involves turning around
And it's not long till you'll have to turn around again
And if you keep on spinning, how will you stop
Here's a strange thing
You think you're listening to me
But really you're not
Right now who knows what I'm doing?
What you hear are sound waves
Apparently recorded
And transmitted through your speaker
But where is the speaker?
It couldn't be the phone could it?
But can you see me?
Can you touch me?
So can you hear me?
I'd argue, probably not.
Apparently there's 7 billion people in the world
Well I can't see them
I can't even see me myself
No mirror in this room
Sure I can see a pair of hands
On the neck of this guitar
But that's not 7 billion people
Not by far
And this moment, right now
It's never going to come again
Already long gone
If you asked me what I ate last week
I probably couldn't tell you
So did I eat anything at all
I'm looking back on memories
And it turns out I barely remember them
Can't be sure of most of the details
So do I really have any
I remember pieces from last night's dreams
Better than I remember some people
So which memories are more real
Is it all just formless fantasy
Portions of this world are uninhabitable
Portions covered in ice
Portions covered in sand
Portions which you couldn't stand
It's all just surroundings
People struggle to improve their housing
Adorning their views and building walls
But me?
I struggle to see the difference
Between a mansion or a street
Isn't it all the same essentially
Just surroundings
Perspectives more or less effective
But effective at what?
Numbing the senses
Or exciting the senses
So are your surroundings
Nothing more than stimulus for senses
And what's the difference between good and bad
Ultimately they're one and the same
What you call up
The birds don't notice
What you call down
The worms don't notice
And when you're walking forwards
That person who passes you by
Sees your forwards as backwards
So which is it? Both or neither?
Is the earth curved
Or is that an optical illusion
Sure I've seen the photos
But then again
I've seen the photos of Bigfoot too
And honestly
I've never been to space
Never seen the earth from out there
Don't even know if there is an out there
But I'm told that it's been proved
And if you don't speak my language
You can't read my words
And if you can't read my words
Then are they words at all?
Or just another crazy persons symbols
They're just squiggles really
And can you honestly say
That the sounds you make in conversation
Have anything to do with the written words they're supposed to represent
Put yourself in perfect isolation
So you're completely alone
Sit down in an empty silent darkness
And call that your home
If you can be comfortable there
Then what else matters anyway
Does matter matter and what's the difference between matters and matter, is there any such thing as a matter of fact or a fact of matter? And infact, does that matter
And if it does matter then what matter does it matter to. I mean you're matter and you matter so that matters to you? Right, but what matters to you might not matter to me and vise versa.. it's all just perspective.
Essentially this is my only belief
We are all finite replicas of some original experience, trying to experience itself in ever more finite detail, and experience is all there is, if you're experienced at experiencing experiences then all experiences are experiences to be experienced until eventually all experiences have been experienced and then the experiences return to that original experience to create once again experiences which weren't possible to be experienced under the original experiences experience. And experience is good or bad, happy or sad, up or down, left or right, but ultimately everything is just an experience to be experienced in order to find new experiences, and if you can appreciate experience regardless of the type, then you will experience nothing but appreciation, only the inexperienced fear new experiences, but the experienced is experiencing itself as that very same finite original experience, and appreciates everything as much as it appreciates nothing, the good the bad and the ugly they're one and the same, pain is as beautiful as joy because they aren't really any different at all and what's beautiful is ugly, what's clear is unclear, everything is as certain as it is uncertain and everything is as permanent as it is already gone, I believe that this is enlightenment, yet I'm sure that I'm wrong for I'm the same as you all of you and some will disagree, so tell me if you can.. what is reality really when you realise nothing and everything are real
It's experience
And that's all you need
So
If you can't be happy
Then don't be sad
Be an experiencee
For all is of the all
And after all
That's all there is
 

Ward Cleaver

Resident Expert
Leeaa said:
That is fact that supreme lord Krishna exists.

Therein is the problem with all man-made religions.

Each one of them starts off by dogmatically claiming...without offering any proof...that the existence of their deity is a fact and you should just accept it and believe it.

That premise is a non-falsifiable negative...such as "Russell's Teapot."

However, it's not up to the listener to prove that their claim is wrong, but rather the onus of responsibility is upon them to prove their claim is correct.

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.


Regards,
-Ward
 

Venture _Capitalist

instructor - situational awareness
Therein is the problem with all man-made religions.

Each one of them starts off by dogmatically claiming...without offering any proof...that the existence of their deity is a fact and you should just accept it and believe it.

That premise is a non-falsifiable negative...such as "Russell's Teapot."

However, it's not up to the listener to prove that their claim is wrong, but rather the onus of responsibility is upon them to prove their claim is correct.

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.


Regards,
-Ward
The Sagan standard is an aphorism that asserts that "extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence."
 

D.O.A.

These are great days we're living, bros
if you are not able to tell me about this life then what proof do you have that you didn't forget your past ? and that you will not forget this present life in the future ?
Who even cares about this bullshit besides some useless cunt from a doctor philosophy class?

The meaning of life is to survive it or kill yourself, that's it, you spiritual faggots overthink everything.
 
So we aren't God? I could go create a child with a female or kill my neighbor for whatever reason I prefer... Right now. Then.... It is up to other humans to praise and support me or punish me for my wrong doing. If other humans do not react... I can go about life as nothing happened. Gods don't show up and play a role unless you're schizophrenic.

A lot of things happen when you die... they just don't involve you.
 
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