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Monday, August 25, 2008

fuzzy fuzzy

to be or not to be, that is the question.

have you wondered that your life was so wretched that complete non-existence would in fact be preferable? now if suicide actually offered us this choice, "to be or not to be" lies before us in the full sense of the words. it could be chosen unconditionally as a highly desirable termination. there is something in us however, which tells us that this is not so, this is not the end of things, that death is not an absolute annihilation. so do you know what is your that something?

take arms against an irresistable sea of troubles
watch your strength fade amongst the bubbles
troubles resisted rather than borne will destroy us
take them in your stride and stand fast

conscience does make cowards of us all
stand up to it or we'll fall
dreading fires of hell after death
a set of halo you'll never have

ever felt life was full of contradictions? there are always 2 sides to a coin, and one of which we always fail to see because its faced down. for example, imagine if you crashed your car and got into a bad accident. it'd make you feel bad. but now think, the fact that you met the woman of your life by crashing your car against hers makes you feel good. so it'd be perfectly normal to say that you feel both good and bad. but you would say that you felt more goodness than badness, so let's agree that there are different degrees for feeling good and bad, different degrees for truth and lies. we're talking fuzzy here. the same applies for existence of psychic powers, aliens and magic - you can't prove their existence rationally nor can you prove their non-existence. but some people believe in them and you can't say that they are wrong because you can't prove their non-existence! so we could perhaps say that your computer has a higher degree of existence than say, those little green men from mars. we can't prove the existence or non-existence of both but most people (imo) would believe in the existence of your computer rather than the little green men.

any system would be unable to prove its validity by itself. this can be seen as trying to prove maths with maths. you need a starting point or else all your definitions will become recursive. then again, how can you prove the validity of the starting point? what i'm trying to say is that we can't prove ourselves rationally. it is up to others.

for example, i can believe that a woman isn't wearing any underwear (and there's only one way to prove it hahahhaha). you can believe that an alien visited me last afternoon for lunch and gave me funny stuff. someone can believe in god and there is no way that you can prove him it's non existence with reasons, and the opposite for a non-believer. i believe that i am sitting in a chair, but i can't prove that my senses don't fool me. i also believe i exist, but i can't prove it. maybe i'm just a replica and my memories were implanted yesterday, and before I didn't existed. maybe i'm Hitler's clone, but no one has told me about it yet. this last two i don't believe, but i can't prove their falseness. so, we can't prove all these, and i can only believe in them. this could mean that faith (not religious), but the part of our minds which does the believing is a starting point. well, it is clear that i can't prove this faith.. we could say that we have to believe that our reason is correct to then reason.

i believe, therefore i think, therefore i am.

life is full of choices everyday. make them worthwhile.

back to where i was, if you chose "to be" - between the devil and the deep blue sea, which would you chose?

astrocow
16:26


I am an object lost in space
I am fear without a face
I am future without meaning
I am helping without feeling

I am twisted and deranged
I am alone in this cage
I can help if help need be
But there's a monster inside of me

He fights for freedom and control
There's a monster in my soul
Leave me without knowing why
Or run the risk of losing your life

I'll care for you, wipe away your tears
And scare away your darkest fears
For darkness is my dearest friend
And with it all my time I spend

Left all alone in my cage
Anger gives its way to rage
I fight for freedom and control
From the monster in my soul

I am weak for I always lose
Madness the escape I choose
If you should meet me on the street
Know insanity is what you'll greet

Stay not long within my presence
For it'll strike you with a vengeance
Then we both shall slip down the slope
The slope of madness without hope


welcome to my humble abyss




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