MagsJ wrote:You don't seem to have a 'neither' option.
promethean75 wrote:i am neither, since both options were over-extravagant. a real man conceals his power and prowess, often in places we'd not think to look... but is always poised and at the ready to use it.
Ecmandu wrote:I've received many blessings in my life.
So I'll tell you the technical definition of a blessing.
1.) all of their power is transferred to you
2.) they defend you
Maybe he is an actual alien. For that matter maybe so is iambiguous. "Bring it to Earth".
promethean75 wrote:Exactly. 'what on earth' is not just a figure of speech for biggs. I happen to know that while he was in nam, he had a mystical experience on the beach of da nang while on rest leave. Something about a cambodian waitress who put something in his beer... and he had a vision. If you ask me he made a psychic connection with the same aliens that built those jungle temples all over south-east asia after building those landing ramps for the incas.
Meno_ wrote:"So I'll tell you the technical definition of a blessing.
1.) all of their power is transferred to you
2.) they defend you"
And the source of that power? It is managed from fathers' through sons by various means, none of whom is capable to set up judgement through inclusionary or exclusionary logic except.
Except that one who is poliphorm. And that is beyond at least the appearent intent of this thesis.
Thesis because it appears implicative and seminally projective, where in fact against irresistible power, the gaps dominate inferentionally, preempting any way a paradigmn set up could realize real ideas by which such judgements can be installed as trancendenrally valid .
The power transference has to be set on the actual apex of the undifferentiable tip of the ancient Egyptian pyramid.
Jakob wrote:Haha, thats classic.
A very poignant memory of the morning after a cyberdelic trip is of being left with that fact, nothing ever really happens.
But I fought it.
It was so bleak.
I saw it in the engraved relief of the fry-joints logo in the plastic of my plastic fry-box.
theme music,
and picture rain, too thin to notice.
The intention that is hard driven into that geist.
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