I don't understand.

[Lyra]

Why am I here?

 

[Claverhouse]

The Primal Question since Man first lifted his eyes to the stars and forgot to howl.



I think it's to perfect one's being or something.




Claverhouse

 

[Anthile]

“Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.”
~ Aldous Huxley

 

[flow]

Should you be somewhere else?

 

[Lyra]

Tall me whut its four!

 

[Claverhouse]

To be exact you are in a sparse chamber within the intricate labyrinth of debating halls devoted to the INTP Experience.

This one happens to be Ogion's child: a general discussion sub, exactly the same as The Lounge but inside the secluded cloisters of The Inner Sanctum, where the profane can neither enter nor see.


Which includes Google, and you don't get more profane than that.




Claverhouse

 

[Da Blob]

We have a place where the Spiders can't go? Cool!

Addressing the Op

The exercise of faith diminishes needing the answer to the question, "Why?"

 

[flow]

The exercise of faith diminishes needing the answer to the question, "Why?"

This is probably why I will never have a definable faith, I will continue to ask why. It seems to me this explains why religious people and I don't see eye to eye. They stop asking questions.

 

[Words]

a securing yet irrational "established" answer or a disheartening truth?

 

[Kuu]

sub-rosa?

Is that a da vinci code reference?

for shame...

 

[shoeless]

you're here 'cause the universe was bored.

now you can make of it what you will.

 

[Lyra]

I have determined that I am the patron household-deity of this forum. I made the first post. I thus consecrate it a temple to my effulgence.

 

[Kuu]

I'll be the dragonfly

 

[BigApplePi]

Then stay and just be.

 

[Firehazard159]

Why aren't you there?

 

[Lyra]

I have a suggestion for a new name. I think it's undeniably superior:

Naos

 

[Eljua]

So do that mean we can get away with declaring this a symposium in honour of Dionysus?

 

[Lyra]

Dionysus is a commoner's God, for those such as yourself. This is the land of Kuus and dragonflies and misty green clouds laced with golden stars.

 

[Eljua]

There is no such thing as commoner Gods, especially not one associated with such activities as drama, drinking and homosexuality.

 

[Lyra]

You clearly haven't been to pagan Europe.

 

[Words]

boredom...motivates.

 

[Eljua]

You clearly haven't been to pagan Europe.

Don't need to. I know a real life Druid. Not one of those fake ones either, one who was given away as a child and raised as an actual druid.

I'm consistently upset by his lack of ability to turn into animals and tank.

 

[Lyra]

That's verifies my required verification, oh blunt and blind one: a real druid wouldn't be worshiping the common Gods.

Any more details on the Druid, though?

 

[Eljua]

That's verifies my required verification, oh blunt and blind one: a real druid wouldn't be worshiping the common Gods.

Any more details on the Druid, though?

Friend of an acquaintance's father I'm afraid, and I don't give out personal details of people who haven't explicitely stated I can; least not after last time. I remember him saying something about definately not turning into a bear, and my imagine was off doing other stuff.

 

[Lyra]

Was just looking for anecdotes. Oh well. I shall satisfy myself with my triangles.

 

[Eljua]

Anecdotes I can do, though as a being of experience, I can only explain things from my own perspective, tainted as it is from my own five senses.

I was at aforementioned acquaintance's father's farm on work related issues, when I came across the gentleman who you wish to read about. He was explaining his lifestyle to the guests at the house. As I was relatively uninterested in his stories, I perused his collection of goods, jewellery and clothing. From the corner of my eye I notices a transformation occur, as Philip, bored of explaining his faith, turned into a large cat of the panthera genus, and bounded down to the river, where he spent barely a few minutes before returning with enough fish to feed the starving at Bethsaida.

Relatively true story.

 

[Lyra]

Be gone, heathen. You are stealing followers from the true and rightful Goddesses of this temple.

 

[Eljua]

I would suggest that the one who wishes to immerse themselves in talk of Goddess' would in fact be the true heathen, though I suspect that this entire sentence is ultimately pointless considering circumstances.

 

[Lyra]

I am a heathen indeed, but ye shall be gone from this Cella none the less, and be none the less a heathen for it.

 

[Eljua]

Not going to happen on more than one point, though all accounts hardly need airing. I'm sure you're intelligent to work them out.

 

[Lyra]

It's play, dearest.

 

[Eljua]

Yes, but are you aware of the ruleset? This is monopoly, and I really want King's Cross.

 

[EditorOne]

Effulgence, flatulence, I get them confused.

 

[Lyra]

Sacrilege against our inner light. This is no market-place, Occidental vessels; this is the world of numinosity, and games have no place here. We play at playing, not a playing games.

 

[Eljua]

To play at play is simply to fail to do; it is action without thought for consequence.

 

[Lyra]

A rare and beautiful form of innocence, unknown to the knowing-hungry. Here we play for playing, because here is the world of acausality.

 

[Claverhouse]

*profoundly offended*

sub-rosa?

Is that a da vinci code reference?

for shame...

I have never read a single page of Dan Brown, any more than I would glance at a Harry Potter book or any Stephen King. And I read an awful lot of crap knowing it's crap in my youth, such as Robert Ludlum and the ABC of Communism.

But, even bearing in mind Sturgeon's Law, there's crap and then there's crap.




Claverhouse

 

[Words]

I've read text books...what else.. children's books...comic books.
<maybe this is why "no" understand.

 

[Kuu]

There's crap, and then there's crap, and then there's crap made into a movie. There's no need in reading for this. Until you provide a satisfactory answer to the choice of name, I shall remain ever-doubtful.


Also, I shall endeavor to offend you more often.

 

[Lyra]

Mew mew.

 

[Claverhouse]

...and then there's crap made into a movie.

Isn't that the definition of a movie ?

Until you provide a satisfactory answer to the choice of name, I shall remain ever-doubtful.

My cousin not being logged on, I shall without his permission quote from his reasoning in the modbox,

As all good europeans know, it comes from the habit of Renaissance chaps drawing each other aside under a carved rose in splendidly decorated houses --- or alternatively in rose gardens --- to discuss their favorite subject: whom to assassinate next.

He then suggested a suitable target; however I should not feel comfortable revealing whom, except for the caveat that it was no-one who has posted in this thread. Yet.



Claverhouse

 

[Kuu]

*stands corrected*

 

[flow]

Mew mew.

Mew!!! My band of choice. MMMMmmmmm. Life is so much better when you add music.

 

[ckm]

I don't understand either. It's pretty frustating.

Edit: maybe I'm here to mention that I like Mew. Am I even here?

 

[Polaris]

You are here because some of us may understand.

Edit:

And even if we do not understand, we will attempt to understand.

 

[Lyra]

Yes, you're right.

 

[BigApplePi]

Does this rectify things or make it worse?

YouTube- June Valli - I Understand - 1954

 

[Thoughtful]

Playing without playing games? Reminds me of Calvinball. it reminds me of the days when I was a kid, where I would line up all my toys, whether they were of similar scale or not, related or not, and orchestrate war between them. Good memories

 

[Geminii]

Everyone's got to be somewhere.

 

[echoplex]

This is a very good question. In the absence of an authority to answer it, we ultimately create our own answer; even if that answer is something we don't consider knowledge or fact. This answer is not necessarily something we 'believe' in the common usage of that word, but we adhere to it still. Our very lives, including our wants, hopes, and fears, in a way seem to represent some kind of intuitive reasoning about our existence. When reality won't tell us why, we tell reality why. We, half-awake, barely able to walk, stumbling out of bed, decide to wear the black dress. For better or for worse this will be our attire until bedtime.

Everyone's got to be somewhere.

But why here? There are so many heres, and here is such a loaded word in this context. It's not just a location, it's a reality. Almost 100% of this reality is something totally out of our control. Thus, this life is a prison. Why life? Why this fragile reality as physical beings? Surely this accomplishes nothing, or does it? Maybe that's not the point. Maybe any meaning cannot be known here even if it were to exist. Maybe here is not the place for such things. I should shut up.

Granted, the weather was nice today where I live. I enjoyed the sun.