What do you live for?

What do people here live for?

What keeps people here going on a daily basis in this mundane universe?

I've come up with a simple explanation for myself. Sex, drugs, rock'n' roll, and power.

That really is all I need in order to keep myself complacently happy.

Without any of that I would have no reason to exist otherwise.

[For your amusement Satyr.]

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Glad you found someone on your level on this forum.

Rock on man!
Make sure to never, ever, reproduce.

The concept of living for something is strange to me.
Must be the engineer in us, looking for purpose in things.


We are animals. We live for... living.
Everything else is artifact.

Σατυρ wrote:

Glad you found someone on your level on this forum.

Rock on man!
Make sure to never, ever, reproduce.

I was going to play nice but it appears that you Satyr have joined on Natalie's bandwagon of intentionally trying to target me in insults and what have you along with other individuals here.

It's alright however in that I'm a big boy where I can take all of you on with no problems.

What makes you Satyr a prized thorough bred specimen of humanity?

Aren't you just a isolated recluse anyways who doesn't give a damn about the rest of the world around himself? If I'm incorrect by all means correct me.

Tell me about your supposed superiority of yourself in comparison to me and others.

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Glad you found someone on your level on this forum.

And who would that be?

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Phoneutria:

The concept of living for something is strange to me.
Must be the engineer in us, looking for purpose in things.

It is strange. I agree. Nonetheless as a sort of purely human phenomena it still exists.

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We are animals. We live for... living.

We are animals but once human beings created the center and stage of civilization the notion held since then is the striving for somthing beyond basic survival or living.

Is it all a form of reckless collectivized delusion on our part? Probally.

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Everything else is artifact.

Ever since human beings left the wild existence of hunting and foraging in the wilderness in the creation of the center stage or theater of civilization our entire lives have become that of artifacts.

TheJoker wrote:

I was going to play nice but it appears that you Satyr have joined on Natalie's bandwagon of intentionally trying to target me in insults and what have you along with other individuals here.

It's alright however in that I'm a big boy where I can take all of you on with no problems.

I smells shit again.

TheJoker wrote:

What makes you Satyr a prized thorough bred specimen of humanity?

I will, boy, if you link me to where I ever said that I was any ideal.

TheJoker wrote:

Aren't you just a isolated recluse anyways who doesn't give a damn about the rest of the world around himself? If I'm incorrect by all means correct me.

Tell me about your supposed superiority of yourself in comparison to me and others.

My superiority over you, boy, is my mind.
more than my ideas, my flexibility.

Look at you....living in the streets talking about taking over the universe, exchanging niceties with a brain-dead turd.
I don;'t have to teach or tell you anything, boy.
Life is going to teach you much...but I fear you have little capacity to learn.
I fear that whatever failures you face you will blame on others, never taking responsibility and so never having to change a thing.

Boy, imitation is not understanding.
I can imitate a man who has never gotten laid or is hungry or is crippled...I can never fully understand him.
So, it's a game of learning vicariously, not having to go through all the errors to understand.

How, you might ask?
Imagination, boy. The great efficiency weapon. But not imagination disconnected from reality, like yours, boy, but one fully engaged in it.
An imagination that does not flee from pain and suffering and is connected with existence.
So far you've never had to use yous...beaus life sort of thrust you into shit.

TheJoker wrote:

And who would that be?

Guess.

TheJoker wrote:

It is strange. I agree. Nonetheless as a sort of purely human phenomena it still exists.

We are animals but once human beings created the center and stage of civilization the notion held since then is the striving for somthing beyond basic survival or living.

Is it all a form of reckless collectivized delusion on our part? Probally.

Ever since human beings left the wild existence of hunting and foraging in the wilderness in the creation of the center stage or theater of civilization our entire lives have become that of artifacts.

Let me try to put this eloquently...
Fuck artifacts.

phoneutria wrote:

We are animals. We live for... living.
Everything else is artifact.

There's no such thing as something alive in an absolute sense.

It's a classification. One must determine what constitutes being alive and being dead.

I keep having the feeling that I had this conversation when I was 6.
How did it go...
In order for something that exists to have a preference for existing, instead of not existing, it must be aware that it exists.
Is that too simple?

I just got here and Ilm being socratized. Dear oh dear.

Σατυρ wrote:

TheJoker wrote:

I was going to play nice but it appears that you Satyr have joined on Natalie's bandwagon of intentionally trying to target me in insults and what have you along with other individuals here.

It's alright however in that I'm a big boy where I can take all of you on with no problems.

I smells shit again.

TheJoker wrote:

What makes you Satyr a prized thorough bred specimen of humanity?

I will, boy, if you link me to where I ever said that I was any ideal.

TheJoker wrote:

Aren't you just a isolated recluse anyways who doesn't give a damn about the rest of the world around himself? If I'm incorrect by all means correct me.

Tell me about your supposed superiority of yourself in comparison to me and others.

My superiority over you, boy, is my mind.
more than my ideas, my flexibility.

Look at you....living in the streets talking about taking over the universe, exchanging niceties with a brain-dead turd.
I don;'t have to teach or tell you anything, boy.
Life is going to teach you much...but I fear you have little capacity to learn.
I fear that whatever failures you face you will blame on others, never taking responsibility and so never having to change a thing.

Boy, imitation is not understanding.
I can imitate a man who has never gotten laid or is hungry or is crippled...I can never fully understand him.
So, it's a game of learning vicariously, not having to go through all the errors to understand.

How, you might ask?
Imagination, boy. The great efficiency weapon. But not imagination disconnected from reality, like yours, boy, but one fully engaged in it.
An imagination that does not flee from pain and suffering and is connected with existence.
So far you've never had to use yous...beaus life sort of thrust you into shit.

TheJoker wrote:

And who would that be?

Guess.

What is it with people here at the forum the last couple of weeks that cannot for the life of them stay on the damn subject of any given thread? Damn!

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smells shit again.

You wear adult diapers? I had no idea that you have a problem with incontinence.

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I will, boy, if you link me to where I ever said that I was any ideal.

You certainly act as much like you believe as such.

TheJoker wrote:

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I will, boy, if you link me to where I ever said that I was any ideal.

You certainly act as much like you believe as such.

Is this you telling me that you have no clue?
I already knew that.

How do I act?

I, personally, live for good food, fine wine, inspiring music, pretty girls and, most of all, my little boy.
The rest is cherries on the top.

Love.

We all live for pleasure. Whatever name you want to give it.
And that is why denying yourself a true pleasure is un-instinctive and absurd.

I bought a $100 bottle of wine yesterday....I splurged.
I deserve it....I'm a diva.

Jesus Satyr,

How much do you spend a week on booze?

I enjoy the finer things in life...or I try to.

phoneutria wrote:

I keep having the feeling that I had this conversation when I was 6.
How did it go...
In order for something that exists to have a preference for existing, instead of not existing, it must be aware that it exists.
Is that too simple?

Yeah, an amoeba may have such a preference.

No...every beat of the heart is an automated reaffirmation of life.
The organism simply becomes aware of its own need. The need to exist....or the need to order itself in an environment of chaos.

Six huh?
Riiiight.

I take it that an 'automated reaffirmation of life' is not the same as a 'preference for existing'?

The former can be seen in any organism, conscious or otherwise, that has a basic organic system such as a heart or nucleus that sustains its existence, whereas the latter requires consciousness.

No, because when the mind awakens to reality, its own condition, it begins questioning its purpose and meaning.

Self-Consciousness is proving to be anti-life, in its preliminary stages.

Amoebas may very well have that preference.
We can do little more than speculate on the different levels of consciousness of other living creatures.
We know that simplest of creatures, in a hardwired way, will make measures to ensure its existence.
If there is anything more to it than hardwiring, we may never know.

So I was 12. I lied.

When I was twelve I played street-hockey and read comic books.

I captured tadpoles in the pond. I had a terrarium where I raised them into toads. Then, dissected them.

without-music wrote:

Love.

Really? Could you of picked something more cliche and meaningless?

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Phoneutria: We all live for pleasure. Whatever name you want to give it.
And that is why denying yourself a true pleasure is un-instinctive and absurd

I concur.

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Satyr: I bought a $100 bottle of wine yesterday....I splurged.
I deserve it....I'm a diva.

I prefer beer, Jack, rum, or tequila myself.

It's apart of my working class signature habitual behavioral lifestyle.

I drink whatever is liquid. If it was solid I'd eat it.

phoneutria wrote:

I drink whatever is liquid. If it was solid I'd eat it.

Do you swallow? Sorry, you kinda set me up for it.

Of course.

phoneutria wrote:

Of course.

What do you swallow?

The souls of my enemies.

phoneutria wrote:

The souls of my enemies.

Anything else?