shadow puppetry sucks[views:1362][posts:3]_______________________________ [May 4,2004 7:07pm - XmikeX ""] "i've got something in my front pocket for you" - iced earth |
| _______________________________ [May 4,2004 7:09pm - retzam ""] "you're gay" - anal cunt |
| __________________________________ [May 4,2004 8:13pm - JellyFish ""] "kill yourself" -SOD |
| _________________________________________ [May 4,2004 9:13pm - TheGreatSpaldino ""] "First of all, Bergson is right. Life cannot be explained in intellectual terms. As Confucious said long ago: "When we are so ignorant of life, can we know death?" And ignorant of life we truly are when we cannot explain it in term of the understanding. We know life only phenomenally, as a savage may know a dynamo; but we know nothing of life noumenonally, nothing of hte nature of the intrinsic stuff of life. Secondly, Marinetti is wrong when he claims that matter is the only mystery and the only reality... I say that matter is the only illusion. Compte called the world, which is tantamount to matter, the great fetich, and I agree with Compte. It is life that is the reality and the mystery. Life is vastly different from mere chemic matter fluxing in high modes of motion. Life persists. Life is the thread of fire that persists through all the modes of matter. I know. I am life. I have lived ten thousand generations. I have lived millions of years. I have possessed many bodies. I, the possessor of these many bodies, have persisted. I am life. I am the unquenched spark ever flashing and astonishing the face of time, ever working my will and wreaking my passion on the cloddy aggregates of matter, called bodies, which I have transiently inhabited. For look you. This finger of mine, so quick with sensation, so subtle to feel, so delicate in its multifarious dexterities, so firm and strong to crook and bend or stiffen by means of cunning leverages- this finger is not I. Cut it off. I live. The body is mutilated. I am not mutilated. The spirit that is I, is whole. Very well. Cut off all my fingers. I am I. The spirit is entire. Cut off both hands. Cut off both arms at the shoulder-sockets. Cut off both legs at the hip-sockets. And I, the unconquerable and indestructible I, survive. Am I any the less for these mutilations, for these subtractions of the flesh? Certainly not. Clip my hair. Shave from me with sharp razors my lips, my nose, my ears- ay, and tear out the eyes of me by the roots; and there, mewed in that featureless skull that is attached to a hacked and mangled torso, there in that cell of the chemic flesh, will still be I, unmutilated, undiminished. Oh, the heart still beats. Very Well. Cut out the heart, or, better, fling the flesh-remnant into a machine of a thousand blades and make mince meat of it- and I, I, don't you understand, all the spirit and the mystery and the vital fire and life of me, am off and away. I have not perished. Only the body has perished, and the body is not I." - Professor Darrell Standing from the novel "The Star Rover" by Jack London |