Me am Sane?
I haven't written a Rant that makes me come off like a lunatic and alienates my audience in awhile, and since today's a Monday...
Okay, there's some important parts of my central character that you have to understand before we begin today's story. First off, I'm a Baptist. I'm not a Holy Roller, and I'm not trying to preach or anything. But at the same time, I'm not ashamed of my Faith. It's an integral part of my overall package. It's also an important aspect of the following story.
Second important thing to remember about me: I'm a walking paradox. For example, I'm a sane, rational person who is completely out of his mind. See? For the purpose of this Rant, what you need to understand about me is that I am pretty much a Realist, in that I don't really believe in the supernatural, and I mostly accept the things I am told as fact. (Except for Evolution and the Origin of the Universe, I don't believe in that crap, and not for some dumb ass religious reason. There's just too many obvious holes in those theories. I mean, come on, if you spend any time thinking about it, it all sounds like a fever dream.) Now, here's the paradox: obviously, I believe in a Supreme Being, right? So there's a part of me that is VERY open to the possibility that there is more to EVERYTHING than meets the eye. How do we know that Sasquatch isn't real? How do know the Earth is round? How do I know that I'm typing this, and not locked up in an insane asylum somewhere? I don't. And there's always a possiblity that all of those things, and more, could be true.
Still with me, or have I scared you off yet? Okay, here's where things are really gonna get screwy.
So, I'm dreaming last night. I can't lucid dream. Dunno how. When I dream, I am trapped in the dream world with no way out beyond my alarm. In my dream last night, I'm hanging around my house, swinging around my boken (spell?). A boken is a Japanese wooden training sword. I keep one around the house for no real good reason. Sometimes, if I've been working in the studio too long, I like to pace around pretend I know some actual Kendo katas, which I don't. It's just my way of stretching out when I've spent too much time drawing. Anyway, I'm swinging my sword, when all of the sudden, the wooden blade stops dead in midair. I've hit something. In thin air. Now, I know this is a dream, but you gotta remember, this FELT VERY REAL. I'm like, wha? So I swing again. This time, no resistance. Suddenly, I get pissed off and just start running around the room swinging wildly at thin air. After four or five swings, all of the sudden, I hit that invisible thing again. Immediately, I start swinging with all of my might at this invisible spectre, and this time I hit it several times in a row. Suddenly, the invisible obstacle lets out an inhuman, high pitched shriek that is unlike any sound I have ever heard in my entire life. That's when I realize that I've been hitting an Angel, and that this Angel is Pissed Off.
And then I wake up. And frankly, I'm glad I did, cause if I'd have stuck around there much longer, I might be a pillar of salt right now...
Okay, there's some important parts of my central character that you have to understand before we begin today's story. First off, I'm a Baptist. I'm not a Holy Roller, and I'm not trying to preach or anything. But at the same time, I'm not ashamed of my Faith. It's an integral part of my overall package. It's also an important aspect of the following story.
Second important thing to remember about me: I'm a walking paradox. For example, I'm a sane, rational person who is completely out of his mind. See? For the purpose of this Rant, what you need to understand about me is that I am pretty much a Realist, in that I don't really believe in the supernatural, and I mostly accept the things I am told as fact. (Except for Evolution and the Origin of the Universe, I don't believe in that crap, and not for some dumb ass religious reason. There's just too many obvious holes in those theories. I mean, come on, if you spend any time thinking about it, it all sounds like a fever dream.) Now, here's the paradox: obviously, I believe in a Supreme Being, right? So there's a part of me that is VERY open to the possibility that there is more to EVERYTHING than meets the eye. How do we know that Sasquatch isn't real? How do know the Earth is round? How do I know that I'm typing this, and not locked up in an insane asylum somewhere? I don't. And there's always a possiblity that all of those things, and more, could be true.
Still with me, or have I scared you off yet? Okay, here's where things are really gonna get screwy.
So, I'm dreaming last night. I can't lucid dream. Dunno how. When I dream, I am trapped in the dream world with no way out beyond my alarm. In my dream last night, I'm hanging around my house, swinging around my boken (spell?). A boken is a Japanese wooden training sword. I keep one around the house for no real good reason. Sometimes, if I've been working in the studio too long, I like to pace around pretend I know some actual Kendo katas, which I don't. It's just my way of stretching out when I've spent too much time drawing. Anyway, I'm swinging my sword, when all of the sudden, the wooden blade stops dead in midair. I've hit something. In thin air. Now, I know this is a dream, but you gotta remember, this FELT VERY REAL. I'm like, wha? So I swing again. This time, no resistance. Suddenly, I get pissed off and just start running around the room swinging wildly at thin air. After four or five swings, all of the sudden, I hit that invisible thing again. Immediately, I start swinging with all of my might at this invisible spectre, and this time I hit it several times in a row. Suddenly, the invisible obstacle lets out an inhuman, high pitched shriek that is unlike any sound I have ever heard in my entire life. That's when I realize that I've been hitting an Angel, and that this Angel is Pissed Off.
And then I wake up. And frankly, I'm glad I did, cause if I'd have stuck around there much longer, I might be a pillar of salt right now...
4 Comments:
The Earth is round if for no other reason than we can now see it from space.
And sometime you'll have to explain these holes in evolution.
How do you know we can see it from space? What proof do you have? How do you know for 100% sure that our entire space program isn't just a collosal ruse?
And for the record, I'm not saying that the space program is a collosal ruse, what I'm saying is, I've never been in space, so how do I know for sure the earth is round. Dig me?
As for evolution, lessee, where do I even start? Okay, lemme get this straight. Couple of proteins somehow come together, form an amino acid, survive, become more complex, survive somemore, become a singled celled organism, survive some more, multiply for no good reason, continue to multiply, survive, and become more complex, still for absolutely no good reason, spread all over the earth AND form a PERFECTLY BALANCED ECOSYSTEM where just about everything exists in symbiosis with everything else (and yes, I know, man does a pretty good job of screwing up the works, but I digress) just because. Huh? I don't buy it. There are too many patterns, too many coincidences, and too much bizarre harmony for me to accept a theory based on that level of randomness. I'm not neccessarily saying that I'm 100% certain there is a God and that he created everything. I just have faith in it, because it makes a hell of a lot more sense than this evolution nonsense.
Well, if you live your life under the collosal ruse theory, you're in for a hard time. How do you know you make tacos out of beef if you don't run the process from start to finish yourself? Do you really wipe your ass with processed vegetable matter? Hell, do you even have a large intestine, I mean your shit could just be the desicated souls of sinners which your metabolism, which is really Hell, has processed all the spiritual nutrients from. (Feel free to use that in an SDF strip, hehe) The whole collosal ruse mentality isn't something you can really be selective about the application of. Either the scientific process is established and legitimate, proving its findings, or everything we know is complete and utter BS. I've seen the guys that believe the latter, usually accompanied by two signs, one which reads something along the lines of "The Apocopyse is now and God is a Burrito," and the other which reads "Hungry and stranded, need money for busfare."
Along the lines of the Earth being round, there wouldn't be a horizon if it wasn't. You could see to the very edge of the Earth. Moreover, you could reach the edge of the Earth.
For the sake of brevity (and the fact that my lunch is over and the boss is harrassing me) I'll have to respond to evolution later.
Good conversation, though.
See, now you're learning. How do I know that what I'm eating is tacos?
Plus, how could you see to the end of the earth if it was flat? With my eyesite, I'm lucky if I can see to the end of the street. In addition, how do you know you can't reach the edge of the earth? I've never started at say, Clay City and walked straight west until I got back to Clay City, then walked straight north until I got back to Clay City. So, where is the total proof? It might be like that short at the beginning of Monty Python's the Meaning of Life for all we know.
Okay, let's reign this in a bit. The point of this Rant, which has been totally lost in alla my nonsense and Shafe's attempt at sense is ultimately this: Reality is ultimately determined by two factors that can only be provided by an individual, Perception and Logical Evidence. I am told the Earth is round, and a certain amount of evidence is provided to back this theory up, without any real counter evidence to support a reverse theory. Therefore, I generally accept that the Earth is round. But, if suddenly, I had some strange experience that did indeed prove that the Earth was Flat, then Reality for me would become different. Correct?
Or, let's go back to the dream (which is where this whole thing got started...). In the dream, the sensory evidence, coupled with my unconscious led me to believe that I was attacking an Angel, which in standard reality would be considered a fictional creature. But according to the evidence presented me, I accepted this impossibility as FACT. Until I woke up, at which point a different set of evidence was introduced that led me to believe that the previous approach to reality was faulty, and that the currently reality was indeed real.
Is any of this making any sense?
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