Xipoid
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I want to know how your mind bends the reality around it. The following questions are merely examples. Posts following this one need not contain direct or indirect answers to these questions. (The phrase "To you, " is regarded as understood and prefacing all subsequent questions.)
- Is the world a euphoric place with a few sinister characters, a terrible slum with the rare shinning paragon, or perhaps a totally emotionless void of apathetic subatomic particles whose only concern is interacting with one another?
- What exactly is happiness?
- What is the meaning/purpose of life?
- What is the most heinous of crimes?
- When is self-sacrifice worth it?
- What matters?
Myself, the world is utterly cold and without emotion. Beyond natural law (those described in physics and its many branches; consequences of existence), there are no laws. No judges, no juries, no peers. Anything and everything without physical form is a human made concept or representation (excluding things like gravity; something about gravitons etc...). They only exist through the prison of one's own mind, and incidentally similar sentiments can be shared by others (e.g. morals). I find the only things I can truly give consideration are those bound only by natural law. Otherwise only a sparing glance will suffice. Sometimes I ask myself if I am too unfeeling and cold, but I can never bring myself to care.
My answers:
- Emotionless void of apathetic subatomic particles
- Whatever my neural network says*
- Anything I want it to be
- Wasting time
- Never, the expression is always negative. A loss (not to mention the most costly loss) is incurred while anything gained cannot be used and thus is taken as a value of 0.
- To me myself and consequently my happiness, but in the general sense, nothing not even nonexistence.
*As outlined by someone smarter than me:
1. Be part of something bigger than yourself
2. Have something to look forward to
3. Have someone to share love with
In summation, I am a hedonistic nihilist (might be redundant). How about you?
P.S.
Here's an interesting phrase:
"The mind is like a lens. No matter how much you polish it, it is still as warped as before. In order to change how it sees, you must scar it much as the painter must scar a blank canvas with color."
- Is the world a euphoric place with a few sinister characters, a terrible slum with the rare shinning paragon, or perhaps a totally emotionless void of apathetic subatomic particles whose only concern is interacting with one another?
- What exactly is happiness?
- What is the meaning/purpose of life?
- What is the most heinous of crimes?
- When is self-sacrifice worth it?
- What matters?
Myself, the world is utterly cold and without emotion. Beyond natural law (those described in physics and its many branches; consequences of existence), there are no laws. No judges, no juries, no peers. Anything and everything without physical form is a human made concept or representation (excluding things like gravity; something about gravitons etc...). They only exist through the prison of one's own mind, and incidentally similar sentiments can be shared by others (e.g. morals). I find the only things I can truly give consideration are those bound only by natural law. Otherwise only a sparing glance will suffice. Sometimes I ask myself if I am too unfeeling and cold, but I can never bring myself to care.
My answers:
- Emotionless void of apathetic subatomic particles
- Whatever my neural network says*
- Anything I want it to be
- Wasting time
- Never, the expression is always negative. A loss (not to mention the most costly loss) is incurred while anything gained cannot be used and thus is taken as a value of 0.
- To me myself and consequently my happiness, but in the general sense, nothing not even nonexistence.
*As outlined by someone smarter than me:
1. Be part of something bigger than yourself
2. Have something to look forward to
3. Have someone to share love with
In summation, I am a hedonistic nihilist (might be redundant). How about you?
P.S.
Here's an interesting phrase:
"The mind is like a lens. No matter how much you polish it, it is still as warped as before. In order to change how it sees, you must scar it much as the painter must scar a blank canvas with color."