Hey, theres some experience.

lets go get it.

ahh yeah.
divine.

Can’t live a good life if you don’t go out and do things.

‘My stomach went outside of my shirts ability to cover it and started drooping,’ said a random fat person. Somehow, I think they missed the point. But, won’t they ever be glad when they find their feet again?

A life full of experiences rich in qualitative diversity is worth more than a life of pleasure and pure bliss but qualitatively monotonous.

A life of pleasure and pure bliss is an unobtainable. The best that can be measured and gained still can not be had without qualitative diversity AND the lack of it at times. Without Monotony OR the inverse, where the monotony becomes un-monotonous. Or, where monotony can not be measured and only epic is; at least until the epic becomes monotonous.

Epic isn’t the same as joy. Epic is like ten shots of Jaeger in five minutes, joy is like a fine wine in the evening sun shared with some woman or god of nature.

We mature into joy. I hate to say it, but Im starting to find out that its true. Life does get better. For those that work on the world incessantly. We are rewarded with a toughness of the spirit, deliberate to take only value as reality, deeply based in favour of existence, drawing joy from its own constant justification of said existence.

Existence suffers us. Not the other way around.

I can confirm that the two people I knew that never left their house were the most miserable people Ive known. One sister kept the other from moving to the French Pyrenees and live in total freedom with a lover for fear she might fall and die. So they both lived on each others lips in a mouldy house, the potentially happy one got Alzheimers and died mercifully, the one who had prevented her sisters life got cancer and died surrounded by sick cats.

Then we moved into that house.
Shit went very, very very wrong with everybody. All terrains, life, love, sex, science, demons crept into it like emerald ash borers into the soul of the world.
Thank god they let me put it on the market. I sold it for a million dollars. Its a fucking nice house if you don’t know the people that died there.

“Fuck Buddha” is what I hear you saying.

It depends. There is things to be said about mystical travel to the inside sealed in

I’ve always had one foot in the clouds and another on the ground. I think if I somehow attained enlightenment, I’d realise immediately why I was asleep all this time and come back down to Earth.

Glad you understand that.

Thats my thinking, and experience.

I don’t know why someone would imagine enlightenment to lead to a want to leave this Earth. Its the saddest, dumbest concept around. And its popular too.

Enlightenment means that one stops refusing to exist. Yeah sitting under a tree can be pretty awesome. But so can owning a castle in Italy and cultivating the waving fields. Renunciation of the material is only useful if one owns filth or owns in a filthy way. I guess Prince Siddharta must have felt pretty filthy.

Nietzsche observes that all of Buddhism is simply the work of not feeling physically unclean inside. This is the truth. It is thus ultimately a means to the Earth - a discipline to allow a human being to be in the region of health as animals and plants.

So Buddhism is the preparatory work for occupying the very lowest platform in Earthly life: acceptance of life as good. Before they can make this commitment, many people have to go through decades of physical purification.

To me, the value of enlightenment is the ability and wisdom to know when and how to let go of attachments. It doesn’t mean that one retires to a monastery–it’s pretty easy to stay detached from things when there isn’t anything around to be attached to–but that one learns to move from experience to experience, to never stay put–or addicted–to one strain of experience for one’s whole life–to move about and gain as wide a repertoire of different experience as one can. Yes, it would be pretty awesome to own a castle, but it would be more awesome to own a castle at one point in one’s life and to be a destitute bum at another. At the end of his life, who has the better tale to tell: the prince, or the prince who became a bum?

Every go to the Genius forums? It’s a community of psychopaths.

Apparently, Star Wars is a film “too cute” for them. Apparently, a film about war is too “cute”.

I know what you are experienced in, and it involves togas and buttsex

Reminds me of the documentary Grey Gardens, if you have not seen it, I believe it is a MUST. A sneak preview to get you going.

youtu.be/CEKWeWL7cJQ

Hmm… one wonders how you know that, Auty.

I agree to an extent. The reverse argument can also be made, that to attain depth of experience, you have to stick with one strain of it for a long time.

The bum who became a prince.

Heh. Yeah, its a real mystery. A penny for his browser history.

The same way you know that I know it. You read a post.

Ah yes, depth-first vs. breadth-first ← Which is better? It all depends on the situation I suppose, and on finding balance. It’s funny. These are actually software terms just as much as they are psychological terms. We software developers sometimes have to decide on the better of two algorithms to implement in order to solve data sorting or searching problems. Do you want to search each branch of the tree to its depths (right to the very leaves) before moving onto the next branch, or do you want to search the entire tree in its full breadth, exploring each branch simultaneously? The advtange of the former is that it’s quicker (assuming you know what you’re looking for). The advantage of the latter is that you cover more in the end. The latter takes a while, but in the end you’ve covered the entire tree.

But then again, it all depends on if the branches indeed have ends–or whether they’re like Nieztsche’s Abyss–endless–in which case the depth-first searcher will always be ahead of the breadth-first searcher. Yet, given enough time, the breadth first searcher will always be able to catch up to the spot where the depth first searcher once was at, and have covered the entire tree at least up to that point.

I find that with a mind like mine (ADD), I’m way more partial to the breadth-first approach. Focusing on just one thing in depth for a lengthy period of time can be excruciating for me. But that’s not to say it can’t happen–not with things I’m passionate about–but yeah, in general, my mind likes to jump from one thing to another and never sit still for too long.

I suppose it depends on what kind of drama you want: one of struggle and striumph, or one of tragedy and despair. ← Either way, as long as you have gripping story to tell…

^ Anything’s better than monotony (tongue in cheek).

Auty, are you closet case Jew who’s trying to come to grips with his repressed homosexuality?

^ I’m just saying, your extremism kinda strikes me as a case of Freud’s “reaction formation”.