yucatanboy2
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Oh God, I love trailer park boys. I've been told I look like Ricky (especially when i dont trim my sideburns and let my hair grow out).
Oh, can you pick up candles in Skyrim? Not being able to seriously annoyed me in oblivion, it hampers your decorating options so much. And is there an option that lets you put books down standing up? (Yes I'll stick to the most minor of concerns for now, I'll see how I like the big stuff myself when the day comes I can actually play it. Sadly I may have to on a console rather than PC at first (my own copy eventually will have to be on PC for messing around with console commands while bored, mods, and in general it just being better), but better than not playing at all I dare say.
TAC said:^ Yeah, I'm pretty interested in seeing it now. Also, I had no idea that AMVs were popular enough to warrant their own acronym! Haha.
yucatan said:Oy. Work is stressful, about to get more stressful. I had a great time this weekend on drugs, but i got paranoid when i heard that the cops were gonna bust the party, and buried the last of my acid out in the desert . Oh well.
I've only really started getting into anime recently. My ex got me into it. Since we're on the topic, any suggestions for someone who hasn't watched a whole lot? I'm currently watching Full Metal Alchemist and Cowboy Bebop, my favourite show so far was FLCL, albeit a little short.
One powerful change that psychedelics offered me was what I can only describe as the repossession of reality itself. The realization that the world is no less MY world than it is anyone else's. The government doesn't own the world, nor do the scientists, or the Catholic church, or Bill Gates. Before I took psychedelics, my role in life was to try to conform as best as possible to a rigid structure that was entirely outside of my own sphere of influence. It was to strain myself to climb through the absurd and treacherous obstacle course which was the world that OTHER people had created solely for themselves -- the people, whom, by some stroke of luck, managed to find themselves the Keepers of the World! My greatest aspiration was, no more and no less, than to ceaselessly and tiresomely march forward at the cracking whips lashing from behind, lashing from the hand of the Superior.
And then, through the repeated dissolution and reconstruction of self through psychedelics, I slowly began to realize that the world isn't an obstacle, menace, or threat to me at all -- it's a gift. I, for the first time, began to see the world as a sculptor sees stone, and a painter sees canvas. Underneath the flat surface of material reality was an endless spectrum of possibility. Fundamentally, beneath all of our meaningless abstractions of ownership and property and governance, all of humankind shares everything under the sky. And, beneath our certification of "real" knowledge with degrees and doctorates and peer-reviewed studies, we all possess the deepest truth of all, which is that of our own existence! Each of our perspectives is equally valid, and none of us deserve a greater authority than the next. I don't have to feel guilty for taking control of my own life.
Psychedelics taught me that my imagination is truly the only limit on what I can make a reality.