Does reality exist?

Yes reality exists. What the fuck kind of stupid question is that?

I don’t know. You tell me.
You are the smartest person in the room.
Right behind Fixed.

Right behind your mom.

Moja serbian krv kaže da te jebem! Hrvati su sranje, to je jasno.

That’s a very bad translation, Wendy. You just told him something you didn’t really want to tell him. What you said is “My Serbian blood instructs me to fuck you.” Never ever mess with Google translators.

The correct translation is:
“Moja srpska krv ti kaže da se nosiš u tri lepe pičke materine.”

Use the correct swearwords and you can never go wrong.

Someone please quote me because I’m on Wendy’s foe list so she can’t see this.

Wendy, Maggie wanted you to see this.

Maybe I would fuck him…in ways that he would not like which would be the only ways I would fuck him. Now I’ll return to my PG mode.

Serbs always instigate conflict and then end up regretting it. Nothing new here. But yeah, let’s stop.

Yeah and now cause you quoted Wendy, who is on MY foe list, I ended up seeing what she wrote even though I didn’t wanna. Because fuck foe lists, right?

The only way I’d ever penetrate Wendy the filthy mudshark is with a knife or a bullet. It’d be a painless quickie and she’d bleed like a virgin but from her head, as her brain matter oozes out of her skull.

Not interested in fucking nigger-lovers, sorry Wendy. You’re only good for the rope.

No regrets whatsoever.
You are still a retard despite that study you linked to.
You’re the one who left the discussion and I respect that . . .
Remember, you said “that’s my final”.

Hi AutSider

Gees, how sandbox talk has evolved.

I decided to delete that post. If we are not part of the solution, we ourselves are also a part of the problem.

How can it be so easy for a man to speak to or about a woman like that? Where does it come from? How does it get to such a point?

Why?

I am not really looking for an answer from you, per see, and I probably wouldn’t get one anyone.
You might want to possibly ruminate on the above…or not.

Men, not all men, but many or some, sometimes think that they are such alpha males because of the way in which they think and feel and talk about women but are they really? Of course, I am not really saying that you think of yourself in such a way because of that speech of yours. But…

I watched a video last night called “Hacksaw Ridge” about Desmond Doss’ life and time while serving in the Second World War. What a movie. It was as inspiring and profound as it was gory and tragic. The best and the worst of humanity in two hours time. It was so disturbing but I would not have missed it.

I thought of the alpha male, the real alpha male, and Nietszche’s Ubermensch (though I don’t really know if Freddie himself would have considered Doss as such. I would be curious though to know if he would have. Doss was a christian and a conscientious objector and he had the courage of his convictions to such a degree that I found him to be awe-inspiring. Such courage and will but would N have found him to be the same. Who knows. I certainly did.

Why do we make such mountains out of molehills while there are already so many mountains to be scaled and brought down?

Someone quote all this since my favorite man foe’d me.

For all the people who use the foe list, you’re a bunch of pussies. What a pussy thing to do.

You people are those “millenials” that I keep hearing about. A whole generation of vaginas. “I’m putting you on a list so I don’t have to see what you type”.

PUSSY SHIT GROW A PAIR

The worst are the philosophical hardasses, the Nazi wannabe eugenics types. Its like I’m watching a bunch of pussies talk about the cultural and philosophical underpinnings of being a tough guy. Cracks me up. FOE THIS pansies.

I don’t think Autsider is taking foe list seriously. He’s just trying to blend in with the crowd.

It’s like covering up a piece of shit so I don’t have to smell it. Your post is like:

“hurr durr you must smear shit all over your face or you’re a pussy”

Nah.

You might as well foe entire forum.

importanceofphilosophy.com/M … xists.html

“Existence” means “all that exists”. So when he says “existence exists” what he’s saying is “all that exists exists” which is a tautology. What’s the purpose of such a statement? Is it not redundant? I think that what is more fruitful is to make an attempt to understand what the word “exist” means. This requires that you shift your attention away from metaphysics and towards epistemology.

And then you know it is time to leave the forum. It’s a nice way to keep a tally.

On the surface of things, reality appears to exist, but the more you peer into them, the emptier they become.
Mainline science tells us atoms are 99.99>% empty space, and star systems too are almost entirely empty.
They also tell us there’s a fine line between particles and waves, the many individuals and the one collective are interchangeable.
Scientists once thought atoms were indestructible, but it turns out you can tear them asunder into smaller things still.
There might be no limit to how small things can be, just as there might be no limit to how big the universe is, it may be limitless.

Rocks seem solid, but there’s little-nothing solid about them, every particle/wave in them is always in motion, and as a whole, they’re always fluctuating, their size, shape, position and chemical composition.
They’re also constantly exchanging materials/energy with their surroundings, so there’s a fine line between them and everything else, if there’s a line at all.

As solid as a thing is, it could always possibly be infinitely more solid or gaseous.
There are states of matter in between solid, liquid and gas, various creams, foams, gels and pastes, it’s a continuum, a spectrum of possibility.
Anything you can say about a thing really, that it’s a tetrahedron or a cube, that it’s red or blue, it could always possibly be infinitely more of a tetrahedron or a cube, red or blue.
It could even always possibly be infinitely more of a thing than a non-thing, or a non-thing than a thing.
All ideas/ideals, words/concepts are at best approximations of things, or stuff, revealed to us empirically via the five senses, and at worse, completely relative.
even just stating it’s A at all implies B, and so there’d be no consciousness or appreciation without contrast.

And of course reality itself may be a kind of mirage, or a subconscious creation or projection of our minds, or even a hoax, a conspiracy.
The mind itself may fabricate parts of itself, or may be a fabrication of something else.
Perhaps we’re not really intelligent, maybe we have Ai, or maybe our reasoning, memories and so on are unreasonable, fictitious.

But really how could it otherwise be, I mean whatever can affect us, we can affect.
Reality is a two way street, give and take.
If you can frig me up, I can frig you too.
We alter the relaity we’re interacting with by virtue of what we are, just as it alters us.
And the more different we are from one another, the more different the alterations of our shared reality, but who says it’s shared for that matter, perhaps it’s only shared in part.

What are things but affectance/the capacity to affect themselves and other things?
Things define us just as we them.
What would a cat be without a mouse and vice versa?
What would we be without our adversaries and adversity?

And so cats and mice, heroes and villains aren’t really separate things actually, but they go together, they’re part of a higher cat/mouse hero/villain order.
Sure, you are what you are by virtue of what you are, but also by virtue everything around you.
It’s the whole cosmos making us, and the more the cosmos changes, the less you you could be.

If we were able to pluck just one atom from the cosmos, well we might wind up with a completely different cosmos, because that atom had relationships with surrounding atoms, which’n turn, had relationships with other atoms, and so on down the line, everything affects everything.
You couldn’t break wind on mars, without it affecting everyone on Venus sooner-later.

Children tend to see things like that, innocently, things seem really, solid, like they, matter. everything seems wonderful, until they discover how ephemeral it all is.

A billion years from now, life itself might be extinct, or on the other hand, it might’ve evolved into
something unrecognizable today, it mightn’t even be recognizable as life…or non-life, it might be something in betwixt, or something else altogether, something we don’t have words for or can imagine.
A trillion years from now who knows what, if anything, will remain of the cosmos, the universe, now itself being a kind of mutant reverberation of whatever existed before it if anything.