Born and raised in the wrong place at the wrong time, ever feeling the lack of compassion and understanding so sorely and truly needed.
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I did not know Abstract as I am new to this Forum.
I hope there is no one here who has taken cause to wonder if something they said might have upset him.
The world of Forum posting can be very aggressive and upsetting. I have to say that I’m a refugee from one or two Forums that seem to have no limits to the evil that people will do another. I’ve always liked to think that I can give as good as I get, but have always tried to start by giving the benefit of the doubt by never making that first strike, with the vitriolic attacks.
But, so far so good. I find the debate here rather good natured, with a little sarcasm, and although people seem able to say what they feel without the wizened hand of the moderator scratching their eyes out, it seems the balance is about right.
I’m not under the impression that this forum or anything that happened here had much to do with it.
I can’t help but say how hollow that is. What is the god of which you speak?
If god is all powerful then you have to ask why he allowed Abstract to do what he did. And he will comfort whom he wills, or not as he sees fit.
You might also reflect that in Christianity suicide is a mortal sin, so your co-religionists are now of the opinion that Abstract is gone to Hell, is that how you feel about it?
I did not even mean to imply it.
But you said something about people ‘being real’, and it made me think about what it can be like in the online world.
God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform.
Ok I am not going to argue that, there is never any reason for someone who is so popular and seems to have so much to give to the world to die before his or her time. There are 7 billion people on Earth it is likely everyone is going to see dozens people die before their time in their life (some of which they may know personally and some of which they may not), and the lesson will not become clearer or more magical even the 3rd time. No matter how much you want it to. Life is arbitrailly “cruel”, for an atheist, for an agnostic it is utterly unfathomable, for a religionist it is a matter of apologetics. If there’s always a plan, why is religion so bad at following it or making it clear? Is God not perfect? 
Anyway this is not the time or the place to polute a thread with arguments, so I will ask if this can be moved.
i am shocked at this, i really liked him.
The way i see things is that his pattern [or essence] will go towards the creation of further generations of thinkers. Maybe some great philosopher of the future will learn from his experience in an innate manner. I hope also that one flame has gone out and yet another is lit!
Honestly Abstract has affected me quite a bit. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I had recently been arguing with him in a thread about the indeterminacy of nature and then I participated some in his thread about his real life ordeal and being held against his will at a hospital. I really thought there was more to the story than Abstract was keen to discuss (like what his shouting and laying in the street really meant, or why his parents would sign the petition for him to taken to the hospital), but since it was so personal I wasn’t going to push for more information. Even now, I realize what I’m bringing up might be uncomfortable to some, but mostly I can see no greater way to respect Abstract than to find him and his ideas worth reconsidering.
I got arrested for public intox in 1995 and because I was already on probation and I could have gone to jail they threw me in a hospital for a 4 or 5 days with all these lunatics. One kid thought he could do magic, there were a few droolers, and a few kids who were like drunken delinquent gang members who were probably there because of some technicality that their lawyer pulled off for em.
It was an interesting place to be for the short time I got to be there. I became the hero of all the crazies inside when they had to let me go. I mean, if you’re not crazy, you’re not crazy no matter how much money a hospital or pharma company wants to make. I should probably be quiet. I have a lot of grievances with the “mental health” system as it is. No need to go on a tirade any longer than this.
But the fact is fuse, he very well coulda been telling you the whole story. The sick part of all this is that as they’re destroying your life and raping your freedom and prodding you and violating your privacy and your personhood and treating you like some specimen they actually in their minds believe that they are helping you and they’ve got a whole cookie cutter line about denial and self control and how the brain is a mystery that they understand but can’t explain to you in any proper way. One of the worst feelings in the world is that of being overtaken by a bunch of people that you know are not as smart as you. Especially when it’s via the use of some kind of force. I had to ride almost 200 miles in the back of a van with my hands and feet zip tied together when I was 15 or so because my parents thought I was on drugs. Insanity. I wasn’t.
Ok. I’m stopping.
Rest well Abstract, may your questions be answerd in the afterlife!
I never corresponded with Abstract after he became a moderator. I just couldn’t take him seriously anymore. He just seemed too—moderate, and I imputed that to his being a mod. But maybe it was the other way round. In any case, I regretted not being able to correspond with him any longer. And when I read Carleas’ post, I did wonder, like Hobbes Choice said, and with a chill, like Silhouette said, whether his becoming a mod might have isolated him just that little bit more, that little bit too much. I mean, it must be depressing for someone so young to already have ended up where Faust has. Just kidding, Fausty… I hope this post takes a middle ground between being funny and sad.
I have been working with Robin (Abstract) over the past couple years collaboratively on spiritual philosophies, as well as on the theory of writing spiritual philosophies.
At the beginning of this year, Robin emailed me a body of over 32,000 words that he had organized his thoughts into for what he had titled so far as his, “religious text”.
He did this with request for me to proof the work and provide feedback, which of course I did.
Due to his death, and in honor of his philosophical gift spiritually, as well as his interest in people reading his work which he viewed to contain truth, I have copied the contents of what he had emailed me and posted it online with essentially no editing; leaving it as he last wrote it with his hand.
Here is the page in honor of Robin Anderson’s Religious Text.
The Religious Text of Robin Anderson
Nice Jayson. 
Yes, well done Jayson. I will read this work with interest. And take time reading it. As Abstract says
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Yes, very nice, thank-you.
A great pity.
The most ironic thing is that his gift, the thing that killed him, is termed illness. The very thing that made him beautiful, his extremely keen and receptive mind and absence of presumption, is what caused his death. This is simply a matter of a world without heartfelt standards, without trust, without “God”, as Abstract sought -
He wasn’t the first to fall in this way, as the only way to draw the consequence of his experience in the world - it is a curse of mans best young. Our standards of well being are a deep sickness to those who have it in them to live pure - they can only keep valuing themselves by withdrawing from the vortex of corruption, ‘normalcy’, and doing the radical thing - truth.
We can be proud that he endured us with some real joy. It means we are not ‘normal’, but real, to a degree.
I knew nothing of ‘Abstract’ when I posted in his recent thread. It was the title that drew me as I at one time thought life not worth living from the first of the two tortures.
I regret that I dropped the ball, that I didn’t press.
I see the cold mist in the night
And watch the hills roll out of sight.
I watch in ev’ry single way, Inside out, outside in, ev’ry day.
The sun can warm the coldest dawn.
And move the movement on the lawn.
I learn in ev’ry single day, Inside out, outside in, ev’ry way.
And there you are!
(Making it up but you’re sure that it is a star.)
And all you see!
(Is an illusion shining down in front of me.),
And then you say!
(Even in time we shall control the day.)
When what you see!
(Deep inside the day’s controlling you and me.)
And one peculiar point I see,
As one of many ones of me.
As truth is gathered, I rearrange,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in, Perpetual change.
And there you are!
(Saying we have the moon, so now the stars.)
When all you see!
(Is near disaster gazing down on you and me.)
And there you’re standing!
(Saying we have the whole world in our hands.)
When all you’re seeing!
(Deep inside the world’s controlling you and me.)
Who’ll see perpetual change?
You’ll see perpetual change.
And there you are!
(Making it up but you’re sure that it is a star.)
And all you see!
(Is an illusion shining down in front of me.)
And then you say!
(Even in time we shall control the day.)
When what you see!
(Deep inside the day’s controlling you and me.)
As mist and sun are both the same.
We look on as pawns of their game.
They move to testify the day,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in,
All of the way.
I find it hard to accept that he screamed out, I heard it and I did nothing.
I really do.