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Who am I? I am but a mere mortal, am I not? Yet, I dare do what no mere mortal has done before?I dare question the purpose, all theory, and the very foundation of existence! Why do I do this? What motivates me? I am afraid I have more questions than answers?for, every time I answer a question, it leads to more questions based on that answer?.What is life? Is life lived only by those that perceive it? If one cannot ask the question ?why am I?? the one who hath not capacity to inquire such, are they non-existent? What is the constant that answers all, the one solid, unbreakable law that applies to all, no exceptions? Perhaps, there is none! I have given this much thought, and I concluded that the only was to prove existence, is to ask oneself the question ?Do I exist?? and, ?Why do I exist?? The answers are not easy to find, but they are there, because for every question asked, there MUST be an answer!

So, I reiterate?Who Am I? I am human, composed of flesh and blood, coursing through my veins, a never-ending process of death and rebirth?but, take away that vessel, that body, and leave only the thoughts, silent whispers that fall upon deaf ears?and, then, who I am I? Do I exist? I have no proof in that! I cannot prove that I, alone, exist, or that everything else exists as well! Then, perhaps, another question must be asked??What is life?? ?What is death?? Life is the same as existence; therefore, if I perceive myself as existing, I have life. Then, perhaps, what is death? Merely, the absence of life? Or, another plane in reality, one devoid of all senses and objects, only filled with thought, regret, sorrow, frustration, and hopelessness? But, that can never be proven?nor, can it be proven that life is the same as existence?if a rock ?exists? is it alive? No? Then, one must redefine ?Life?. A more scientific term for life is ?A form that consumes a gas, releases a gas, gives birth, and dies?? this groups all ?living? things together.

But, my question now, is: ?is fire alive?? ?Surely, it is not!? laugh most educated scholars… ?But, it fits all the requirements of life! It is borne by act of friction, it gives birth by touching from one surface to another, it consumes oxygen, and it releases heat! And, it dies when cut off from its supply of oxygen…? This was met by most unusual glances? ?Surely, you jest!? they replied. ?fire is but a product of man, and is controlled by humanity, and devoid of life!? ?Not so!? I retorted, much to the shock of my colleagues. ? lightning is not manmade, and yet causes fire?an act of friction by wind rubbing two surfaces together produces fire as well!? this was met with even more confusion, as a disbelieving murmur went up amidst the throng. ?AHA!? shouted yet another colleague… ?You forgot one definition of life: it must be made up of cellulous protein structure, which fire has not! Your proposition is invalid!? And with this, I set off, dejected, embarrassed, and resentful?.This little quibble proves, that the answer can be found by merely re-writing the question, guiding it, re-defining it, ?till it is corrupted beyond recognition?

And, even then, the grasp of society unenlightened stays firmly clenched on the nape of our necks! There is no room for independent thought, only ideas that are accepted by the public at large are thought to be beneficial?Well, enough, I say! I cast off this sheath of unenlightenment! I strive toward perception, in the mannerisms of the universe! So, I ask you, the reader, to consider my ramblings, take heed, and please consider that there ARE alternatives?independent thought is capable?and, do not bow to the will of the crowd! Be proud, speak freely, letting no hold on emotions take place! With that, I leave you, the reader, alone with your thoughts?.may they be enlightened ones!

But, what then, is the purpose of being? Is it merely to know one?s existence is beneficial? Or, is there an ultimate purpose, one that cannot be comprehended by the human mind? ?I think, therefore I am? Quoth Rene Descartes, a philosopher of the ?enlightened? age in Europe some 500 years ago… while I respect the intellectual capacity of this man, I must disprove this theory as incorrect! For, a blade of Grass, a single blade is incapable of thought! It merely carries out its task, growing, obtaining carbon Dioxide, releasing Oxygen, burrowing into the soil to feed on nutrients, and eventually withering and dying. At any point, does it stop to reflect? Does it consider the delight of the warmth of the sun, the coolness of water? Does it perceive that it EXISTS as a being, as a solid object, a tangible plane, that is born, grows, and dies? The answer, of course, is No. It cannot perceive its own existence; therefore it cannot philosophize, and cannot think freely, if at all. So, then, does a single blade of grass exist? Yes, it does! And, the theory, then, would be disproved.

But, wait! It only exists if one PERCIEVES its existence on the same plane! So, instead of debunking Descartes? theory entirely, a new one can be hypothesized! ?I think, therefore I perceive, and therefore the things I perceive exist!? With the ability to think the only constant in the world! With that, you can prove the existence of everything based on one?s perception! Logically, this statement is proven true under all costs! But, once again, that answer is the key that opens one door, which leads to a room with many more doors! That IS perception? What IS existence? What IS thinking? ….and so forth?.I challenge the reader to think of these things, and perhaps answer THESE questions, as well! And, this I leave the reader with?for, no one man can come up with all the answers, but working together as one humanity, the answers we seek can be found?

– Davey Rootbeer <– not me.

Rejoice!

I just thought you would like it, since everyone likes Bohemian Rhapsody.

Its the perfect time wasting place. In a few hours of browsing i’ve found the ones i like the most:

* JosephKer on 2.4.14
exciting ;>
yup! I got my kernel down to like 600k though
nice ;>
kernels below 1 mb are for pussies
kernels over 2 mb are for men
hehe
It’s not how BIG your kernel is, it’s how you use it!
sure…thats why girls always laugh at you when you pull out your kernel
Then I set them straight with a good fsck’ing

#16779 +(1207)- [X]

So if black guys like white girls, and white guys like asian girls… what do the asian guys like?
hentai

#17469 +(654)- [X]

HolyViper7: im confused as to how i’m still allowed to breathe the same oxygen as other human beings. i just bought some tic tacs, and most of em are gone… and you know how some tic tacs get like, stuck? well, see, i didnt wanna make too much noise so i put the tic tac container in my lap and i hit the container. it was then i realized i had testicles. it was quite painful

#22089 +(309)- [X]

fuck me in the Ozarks…
i was whacking off to this hot naked Japanese chick.
and it’s actually a guy.
stupid How to Draw Manga books.

I have a project due for school.
I have to make a collage about my mind body and soul, then explain it.
Just post hentai and ecchi all over it, and say this…
“As for mind, i really like Hentai, or ‘Cartoon Porn’. Body is mainly about fapping ot that hentai, or ‘Cartoon Porn’. and lastly, Soul. My soul is about finding a girl that loves me for who i am, a hentai-loving fruit.”

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And here is the quote that concludes this post

<– FaNt0m_ has quit (Quit: Procrastination is like masturbation; it’s all good until you realize you just fucked yourself.)

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Edit: Arfandualo may have had something with the images.Oh, yeah, he kindof, probably made them or something.

From his website:

Ed Howdershelt, who got us to try Xandros before, sent Version 4, so I tried it. For the past year I had Xandros on my correspondence computer, that doesn’t connect to my paying-writing computer (sorry, hackers), and it has worked okay. A prior edition trashed my files, but this version didn’t, so I was willing to give it another try. I liked Kubuntu, but it was incomplete, and it tended to make OpenOffice crash when I used escape to escape a menu. I didn’t like that. So I tried loading this new version on my writing system, and lo, it loaded and was complete. Only then did I discover the key files I had forgotten to back up, or that I had backed up but when I went to read them turned out to be merely titles with zero bytes. My bad; I should have verified them more carefully. But the new Xandros’ most recent file was 15 months old, the same date as the version we already had set up a year ago for correspondence. I am bemused that Xandros couldn’t find any improvements to make in a year. I can suggest some. The speller doesn’t know the most common word in the world, “okay”; sure, I added it, but it’s a curious omission. When I used the word “jew” missing the capitol, the speller did not know that either. Does it think it’s a bad word? It has a panel for “Home Folder” but it appears to be pre-set; I set my default home path, as I did with Kubuntu, but Xandros ignores it. Apparently Xandros turned off that useful feature, or didn’t know how to implement it. So I have to stair step to and from my home directory, which is a nuisance. Xandros evidently can automatically load OpenOffice, and correctly place the files I call up according to where they were when I closed, as Kubuntu did, but it refuses. I know, because one time it did it, on March 20, 2008; all other times it doesn’t. Why did they turn off that nice feature? It forces me to waste extra time each day setting up, and yes, that does make me miss Kubuntu. With Xandros it seems I can have either an automatic sleep mode after a certain time inactive, or I can have a screen saver. Not both. It’s like your date saying you can kiss her or hug her, not both: frustrating. Xandros also has hangups about printing: it likes to offer K-print as default, ignoring the default Hewlett-Packard printer I use. If I make it use HP, it starts it blinking, then goes to orange, refusing to print until I go there and physically press the green Print button. If I accept the K-print it offers, it hesitates, then offers HP on a second menu, then it prints without making me hit the green button. Is there a reason, other than Xandros proprietors showing their power by such stupid teasing? On the other hand, it does back up my files when it says it does, unlike Kubuntu, which saved them only as I exited, and it has an easy time change, and it doesn’t crash when I use Escape, though it can crash when I plug in the backup flash drive, as Kubuntu could. (And my wife’s Windows can crash when she disconnects from online; it seems to be an equal-opportunity type of foul-up.) It can also write a file to another file’s name, obliterating that other file; I almost lost my most recent Survey update that way, when it became Chapter 13 of Climate of Change. Fortunately I had a backup, and was able to restore it. Xandros does have the games Kubuntu did not, which is nice. So it’s a mixed bag. More mixed than it ought to be.

I was surprised and pleased when i found out that my favorite writer also uses linux.

W00T! The old accounts still work!

How cool is that? For me, i mean. You readers gain nothing from this, but managing the blog is much easier for me : )

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires–and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings–the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d,
And men were gather’d round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other’s face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;
Forests were set on fire–but hour by hour
They fell and faded–and the crackling trunks
Extinguish’d with a crash–and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil’d;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d
And twin’d themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless–they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought–and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails–men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour’d,
Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur’d their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer’d not with a caress–he died.
The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak’d up,
And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other’s aspects–saw, and shriek’d, and died–
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless–
A lump of death–a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d
They slept on the abyss without a surge–
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;
The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them–She was the Universe.

I don’t have anything to say. Its awesomeness has destroyed my writing abilities, just watch:

The original announcement.

What happens when you mix Death Note and Spongebob Squarepants? You get DeathSponge NotePants!