holy fucking shit

[Army of GOD]

Just fucking think about it: were all gonna die.

Not the sad, I-wish-I-were-jacking-off thought about death, the "holy f*ck, we all gon' die" thought.

Fucking think about it. Someday...BigBallinStalin, Nietzsche, Dukasaur, saxitozin...all gonna die. All gonna fucking rot in the ground like some shitty tomatoes some idiot forgot to fucking harvest. No more posting on CC, no more marking off to gay porn (nietzsche) just blackness and nothingness.

[TA1LGUNN3R]

The worst part is that you probably won't die in some cool way, like driving your Lamborghini over a cliff and exploding in a fiery descent to your doom. Statistically, you'll get cancer, or heart disease, or dementia, and your body and/or mind will wither away to the verge of nothingness. You'll end up in some hospital shitting your pants with nurses cleaning up after you. And maybe you'll have family, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll rack up huge amounts of debt while you stave off the inevitable, and the hospital boards won't care. You'll eventually succumb to that tunnel of blackness as you remember all the things you've done and ponder all your regrets.

And yet most everybody always tries that desperate grab for a last chance.

It's not the death that's terrible, it's the dying.

-TG

[nietzsche]

The worst part is that you probably won't die in some cool way, like driving your Lamborghini over a cliff and exploding in a fiery descent to your doom. Statistically, you'll get cancer, or heart disease, or dementia, and your body and/or mind will wither away to the verge of nothingness. You'll end up in some hospital shitting your pants with nurses cleaning up after you. And maybe you'll have family, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll rack up huge amounts of debt while you stave off the inevitable, and the hospital boards won't care. You'll eventually succumb to that tunnel of blackness as you remember all the things you've done and ponder all your regrets.

And yet most everybody always tries that desperate grab for a last chance.

It's not the death that's terrible, it's the dying.

-TG

Excuse me but not me. Im not married yet, most likely wont be married ever. Im not rich yet and most likely wont be ever. So im going in a grand style, with hookers and alcohol and drugs and everything spending my last dime on the bullet that im going to shoot into my brain.

If i get married ill make sure i dont make little nietzsches and divorce the whore for getting fat.

[TA1LGUNN3R]

The worst part is that you probably won't die in some cool way, like driving your Lamborghini over a cliff and exploding in a fiery descent to your doom. Statistically, you'll get cancer, or heart disease, or dementia, and your body and/or mind will wither away to the verge of nothingness. You'll end up in some hospital shitting your pants with nurses cleaning up after you. And maybe you'll have family, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll rack up huge amounts of debt while you stave off the inevitable, and the hospital boards won't care. You'll eventually succumb to that tunnel of blackness as you remember all the things you've done and ponder all your regrets.

And yet most everybody always tries that desperate grab for a last chance.

It's not the death that's terrible, it's the dying.

-TG

Excuse me but not me. Im not married yet, most likely wont be married ever. Im not rich yet and most likely wont be ever. So im going in a grand style, with hookers and alcohol and drugs and everything spending my last dime on the bullet that im going to shoot into my brain.

If i get married ill make sure i dont make little nietzsches and divorce the whore for getting fat.

Why do you think Señor Bender Bending Rodríguez is one of my heroes?



-TG

[Army of GOD]

Nietzsche if you die by anything but a Mexican drug cartel I'd be surprised.

[mrswdk]

But on the bright side, you're statistically unlikely to get molested.

[DaGip]

Death is an illusion, but a Dreamer waking from a Dream. At the moment of death you will realize that you are indeed all things but nothing. What your emotions are at the time of death will determine what happens to your conscience. Does it remain a ghost? Does it move on to a "heaven" or "hell"? Does it reform as another life form via reincarnation?

You are too busy worrying about what is really you. You is not the muscles and bones your body is made of, You is the consciousness that controls the muscles and bones...the energy that manifests itself as emotions in our lives. This energy does not die, it only reforms. If at the moment of death you have decided life was joyous and peaceful, then you may enter into a "heaven-like" state of being. If you have decided life was full of fear and terror, then you may enter into a "hell-like" state of being. Either state of being is a ghost-form of existence...an energy form that stays in our physical environments.

However, if at the moment of death you have decided you want to come back again, then you will. You will come back as what your final emotions and thoughts dictate. Sometimes this happens instantaneously, but sometimes it takes time and the conscious energy that you are really made up of stays in the environment ghost-like as it decides which path is best (sometimes even choosing the parents it would like to be born to!)

There is no end in Death, unless of course that's what you want. That path in Buddhism is called Nirvana and the release from suffering. Your energy will never come back as anything, it will exist as everything...yet nothing. That is true Death, but most sentient creatures are not ready for that journey, so they opt to choose to come back in another physical form.

[Serbia]

Just fucking think about it: were all gonna die.

Not the sad, I-wish-I-were-jacking-off thought about death, the "holy f*ck, we all gon' die" thought.

Fucking think about it. Someday...BigBallinStalin, Nietzsche, Dukasaur, saxitozin...all gonna die. All gonna fucking rot in the ground like some shitty tomatoes some idiot forgot to fucking harvest. No more posting on CC, no more marking off to gay porn (nietzsche) just blackness and nothingness.

Have you been drinking gin again?

Bollocks.

[BigBallinStalin]

So what? We've got plenty of time--well, I know I do, and maybe there'll be some cool tech that'll prolong my life. If not, whatever. I'll at least have a good run either way.

[Gillipig]

I realized this when I was six years old, I guess it takes longer for some people to connect the dots.

[Lord Arioch]

Lets ALL pool our resources and create a dice based AI to pour our minds into, then we can bitch about bad dice for all eternity:) AND make bad rolls for the one that outlived us

Anyway who cares it happens to us all so ... no worries no biggies! AND im going to live to 2142 when the next solar eclipse is in sweden cause i missed the last one due to overconsumtion of beer!

[TA1LGUNN3R]

Death is an illusion, but a Dreamer waking from a Dream. At the moment of death you will realize that you are indeed all things but nothing. What your emotions are at the time of death will determine what happens to your conscience. Does it remain a ghost? Does it move on to a "heaven" or "hell"? Does it reform as another life form via reincarnation?

You are too busy worrying about what is really you. You is not the muscles and bones your body is made of, You is the consciousness that controls the muscles and bones...the energy that manifests itself as emotions in our lives. This energy does not die, it only reforms. If at the moment of death you have decided life was joyous and peaceful, then you may enter into a "heaven-like" state of being. If you have decided life was full of fear and terror, then you may enter into a "hell-like" state of being. Either state of being is a ghost-form of existence...an energy form that stays in our physical environments.

However, if at the moment of death you have decided you want to come back again, then you will. You will come back as what your final emotions and thoughts dictate. Sometimes this happens instantaneously, but sometimes it takes time and the conscious energy that you are really made up of stays in the environment ghost-like as it decides which path is best (sometimes even choosing the parents it would like to be born to!)

There is no end in Death, unless of course that's what you want. That path in Buddhism is called Nirvana and the release from suffering. Your energy will never come back as anything, it will exist as everything...yet nothing. That is true Death, but most sentient creatures are not ready for that journey, so they opt to choose to come back in another physical form.

You don't actually believe this, do you?

-TG

[Phatscotty]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

this is a poem that explores the helplessness associated with growing old and inching toward death. There are six stanzas in “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas with a simple rhyme structure that belies the complex message of the poem. In general, it is clear that this is a poem about death and dying but when examined closer, it becomes apparent that it is also about life and how it is lived. Through the structure of “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas as well as the use and choice of language that invokes certain images and employs certain techniques that arouse deep imagery/

The speaker of the poem “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas seems to think it is not honorable or befitting for a great or interesting man to die quietly in old age and he encourages the reader to think that death is something that should be fought rather than mutely accepted. Interestingly, this poem can be divided into three parts, the first of which acts as an introduction to the speaker’s message. This is followed by four stanzas that offer examples of what he is expressing followed by the last stanza, the third part, in which the tone becomes far more personal as the speaker talks about his father. In many ways, one could read this poem and provide the suggestion in an analysis of “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” saying it is as a statement about living a strong life and refusing to go down quietly just as easily as it can be read as a poem about death and the process of dying or aging.

When the speaker of “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas states in the second line of the first stanza, “Old age should burn and rave at the close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of that light” he is expressing the idea that moving toward death should not be something we do in a resigned way, but rather that we should fight it and go out in a blaze of glory. When he says, “rage, rage against the dying of the light” it is clear that the dying light is means darkness, which is a metaphor for death and that in old age, we should “burn” with life, which brings to mind images of brightness, light, and life. This first stanza almost acts as something of a thesis statement for the rest of the poem since it clearly defines and outlines the speaker’s beliefs about aging and death.

The second stanza of them poem “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas is a departure from the first as it is less broad. At the beginning of this stanza the speaker states, “Though wise men at their end know dark is right” he is telling us that a wise man (presumably an old man) knows that death is approaching and that it should be accepted as a fact. He follows that statement up with, “because their words had forked no lightning they / do not go gentle into that good night” which expresses the speaker’s sentiment that they have a lived a long life but are now powerless, even if words were once their greatest ally. This desire to be known, heard, and understood means that they are likely to fight death, perhaps because they feel there is yet more to do. These ideas are echoed in the next two stanzas as the speaker discusses “good men” who cry “how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay” as well as “Grave men, near death who see with blinding sight / Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay” and how men who lived such full lives still rage against the “dying light” because they see their lives could have been more. Even men who were once wild such as those referred to in the third stanza realize too late the meaning of their lives and as a result should not fade away. The speaker encourages men such as these to rage against death simply because they are too special in one way or another to go gently into the “night” of death, which is the meaning of “Do Not Go Gentle”.

The poem “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas becomes intensely personal in the last stanza as the author recalls his father and tells him, “curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray” which means that he wants his father to burn with feeling and emotion while he still can, even if he curses his son—so long as he does not die with putting up a fight. While the poem addresses many types of men, the fact that it ends with his father shows that the speaker thinks of his father not as the grave, wild, or good men discussed previously, but that he is a category by himself. The fact that the speaker is not concerned with whether or not his father curses or blesses him shows that he is not necessarily concerned with what his father had to say, but only that he did not fade quietly into death.

[DaGip]

Death is an illusion, but a Dreamer waking from a Dream. At the moment of death you will realize that you are indeed all things but nothing. What your emotions are at the time of death will determine what happens to your conscience. Does it remain a ghost? Does it move on to a "heaven" or "hell"? Does it reform as another life form via reincarnation?

You are too busy worrying about what is really you. You is not the muscles and bones your body is made of, You is the consciousness that controls the muscles and bones...the energy that manifests itself as emotions in our lives. This energy does not die, it only reforms. If at the moment of death you have decided life was joyous and peaceful, then you may enter into a "heaven-like" state of being. If you have decided life was full of fear and terror, then you may enter into a "hell-like" state of being. Either state of being is a ghost-form of existence...an energy form that stays in our physical environments.

However, if at the moment of death you have decided you want to come back again, then you will. You will come back as what your final emotions and thoughts dictate. Sometimes this happens instantaneously, but sometimes it takes time and the conscious energy that you are really made up of stays in the environment ghost-like as it decides which path is best (sometimes even choosing the parents it would like to be born to!)

There is no end in Death, unless of course that's what you want. That path in Buddhism is called Nirvana and the release from suffering. Your energy will never come back as anything, it will exist as everything...yet nothing. That is true Death, but most sentient creatures are not ready for that journey, so they opt to choose to come back in another physical form.

You don't actually believe this, do you?

-TG

Why does it matter to you?

[TA1LGUNN3R]

Just curious. I often wonder at the character of a person who believes that an invisible, incorporeal animating force somehow, in its intangibility, is able to direct our thoughts and actions. Especially when proof against a soul is so prominent.

-TG

[natty dread]

"Soul" is a pointless construct. Like most religious ideas, it just ends up into an endlessly recursive tought-wank...

However, I find the concept of a collective consciousness fascinating on an intellectual level. It's at least something that could conceivably exist: If we accept that our brains are just biological computers, and consider human consciousness as the software running on those computers, then it could conceivably be that the unconscious communication between all these consciousnesses facilitates a sort of network, a computing grid of human consciousness.

In this scenario, one could think of the cessation of thought in the same way as one would think of the decay of the body: nothing is really lost - the matter that your body is formed of is still there, it just changes form, the pattern collapses and the particles that form your body scatter into the universe. It could also be that your consciousness simply merges back into the collective. To continue the analogy with computers, when you close a program, the resources allocated to it get released back to the operating system...

Or it could all be a huge load of bullshit, but still, I think it's at least a cool idea to consider.

[mrswdk]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

this is a poem that explores the helplessness associated with growing old and inching toward death. There are six stanzas in “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas with a simple rhyme structure that belies the complex message of the poem. In general, it is clear that this is a poem about death and dying but when examined closer, it becomes apparent that it is also about life and how it is lived. Through the structure of “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas as well as the use and choice of language that invokes certain images and employs certain techniques that arouse deep imagery/

The speaker of the poem “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas seems to think it is not honorable or befitting for a great or interesting man to die quietly in old age and he encourages the reader to think that death is something that should be fought rather than mutely accepted. Interestingly, this poem can be divided into three parts, the first of which acts as an introduction to the speaker’s message. This is followed by four stanzas that offer examples of what he is expressing followed by the last stanza, the third part, in which the tone becomes far more personal as the speaker talks about his father. In many ways, one could read this poem and provide the suggestion in an analysis of “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” saying it is as a statement about living a strong life and refusing to go down quietly just as easily as it can be read as a poem about death and the process of dying or aging.

When the speaker of “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas states in the second line of the first stanza, “Old age should burn and rave at the close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of that light” he is expressing the idea that moving toward death should not be something we do in a resigned way, but rather that we should fight it and go out in a blaze of glory. When he says, “rage, rage against the dying of the light” it is clear that the dying light is means darkness, which is a metaphor for death and that in old age, we should “burn” with life, which brings to mind images of brightness, light, and life. This first stanza almost acts as something of a thesis statement for the rest of the poem since it clearly defines and outlines the speaker’s beliefs about aging and death.

The second stanza of them poem “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas is a departure from the first as it is less broad. At the beginning of this stanza the speaker states, “Though wise men at their end know dark is right” he is telling us that a wise man (presumably an old man) knows that death is approaching and that it should be accepted as a fact. He follows that statement up with, “because their words had forked no lightning they / do not go gentle into that good night” which expresses the speaker’s sentiment that they have a lived a long life but are now powerless, even if words were once their greatest ally. This desire to be known, heard, and understood means that they are likely to fight death, perhaps because they feel there is yet more to do. These ideas are echoed in the next two stanzas as the speaker discusses “good men” who cry “how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay” as well as “Grave men, near death who see with blinding sight / Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay” and how men who lived such full lives still rage against the “dying light” because they see their lives could have been more. Even men who were once wild such as those referred to in the third stanza realize too late the meaning of their lives and as a result should not fade away. The speaker encourages men such as these to rage against death simply because they are too special in one way or another to go gently into the “night” of death, which is the meaning of “Do Not Go Gentle”.

The poem “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night” by Dylan Thomas becomes intensely personal in the last stanza as the author recalls his father and tells him, “curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray” which means that he wants his father to burn with feeling and emotion while he still can, even if he curses his son—so long as he does not die with putting up a fight. While the poem addresses many types of men, the fact that it ends with his father shows that the speaker thinks of his father not as the grave, wild, or good men discussed previously, but that he is a category by himself. The fact that the speaker is not concerned with whether or not his father curses or blesses him shows that he is not necessarily concerned with what his father had to say, but only that he did not fade quietly into death.

Yeah, yeah. We've all seen Dangerous Minds too.

[nietzsche]

"Soul" is a pointless construct. Like most religious ideas, it just ends up into an endlessly recursive tought-wank...

However, I find the concept of a collective consciousness fascinating on an intellectual level. It's at least something that could conceivably exist: If we accept that our brains are just biological computers, and consider human consciousness as the software running on those computers, then it could conceivably be that the unconscious communication between all these consciousnesses facilitates a sort of network, a computing grid of human consciousness.

In this scenario, one could think of the cessation of thought in the same way as one would think of the decay of the body: nothing is really lost - the matter that your body is formed of is still there, it just changes form, the pattern collapses and the particles that form your body scatter into the universe. It could also be that your consciousness simply merges back into the collective. To continue the analogy with computers, when you close a program, the resources allocated to it get released back to the operating system...

Or it could all be a huge load of bullshit, but still, I think it's at least a cool idea to consider.

What is the difference between your understanding of the concept of soul and your theoretical concept of consciousness as the software?

Isn't it the prejudices we associate with the concept of soul, that we've learned over our lifetimes given the use people gives to it? I don't like the concept of soul either, but I fail to see the significance of the distinction other than the latter concept was made famous by a famous psychologist and you are giving it a way it could be possible rational. Say someone could come up with an imaginative idea of how "soul" would exist, would it make it more appealing?

We deal with out consciousness every day yet we continue to disregard it, considering it an epiphenomenon. Here we go again with this discussion. Thanks AoG. Next time you drink watch porn or something don't come to CC.

[DaGip]

Just curious. I often wonder at the character of a person who believes that an invisible, incorporeal animating force somehow, in its intangibility, is able to direct our thoughts and actions. Especially when proof against a soul is so prominent.

-TG

Yet, if you truly don't believe in such imaginary things, why bother feigning interest? "Soul" was your term, mine is "energy". Which one is the "imaginary" term? And as far as I know, you have control of your thoughts and actions.

[TA1LGUNN3R]

Just curious. I often wonder at the character of a person who believes that an invisible, incorporeal animating force somehow, in its intangibility, is able to direct our thoughts and actions. Especially when proof against a soul is so prominent.

-TG

Yet, if you truly don't believe in such imaginary things, why bother feigning interest? "Soul" was your term, mine is "energy". Which one is the "imaginary" term? And as far as I know, you have control of your thoughts and actions.

Um, soul is more appropriate. Don't beat around the bush. Using the term "energy" is this nebulous, new-agey way just indicates that one doesn't understand what energy really is. Using "energy" as a stand-in for some vague concept of life after death (instead of immortal soul) is akin to the young earthers/creationists who attempt to use science-y terms to validate their beliefs. A god-of-the-gaps type argument, if you will.

Let me put it to you this way. If indeed we can posit that energy (what energy?) is responsible for consciousness, then where is it? How can it be measured? Do you mean the electrochemical energy potentials of the brain? Because that ceases to exist upon the death of the brain.

Think of it like this. If you have two electrodes next to each other, you can measure a voltage potential, and sometimes you'll get arcing if the potential is great enough. A reasonable enough approximation of neural functioning. What happens to the potential when the electrodes are placed farther apart? The potential decreases. Move them far enough apart and you can't measure any potential.

What, in all the hubris of consciousness, makes you think that your mystery energy is any different than all other forms of observed energy? The brain dies, the energy ceases to function in a way to support consciousness. Your neurons rot and are eaten by various microbes. A single electrode doesn't interact with some non-charged particle (hue hue don't try and point out van der Waals forces).

-TG

p.s. re: control

Control over your thoughts and actions is a tough one to prove. First, intrusive thoughts would be an example of something you don't control. In a deterministic universe I'm not sure you really do have free will. Just the illusion.

[nietzsche]

Just curious. I often wonder at the character of a person who believes that an invisible, incorporeal animating force somehow, in its intangibility, is able to direct our thoughts and actions. Especially when proof against a soul is so prominent.

-TG

Yet, if you truly don't believe in such imaginary things, why bother feigning interest? "Soul" was your term, mine is "energy". Which one is the "imaginary" term? And as far as I know, you have control of your thoughts and actions.

Um, soul is more appropriate. Don't beat around the bush. Using the term "energy" is this nebulous, new-agey way just indicates that one doesn't understand what energy really is. Using "energy" as a stand-in for some vague concept of life after death (instead of immortal soul) is akin to the young earthers/creationists who attempt to use science-y terms to validate their beliefs. A god-of-the-gaps type argument, if you will.

Let me put it to you this way. If indeed we can posit that energy (what energy?) is responsible for consciousness, then where is it? How can it be measured? Do you mean the electrochemical energy potentials of the brain? Because that ceases to exist upon the death of the brain.

Think of it like this. If you have two electrodes next to each other, you can measure a voltage potential, and sometimes you'll get arcing if the potential is great enough. A reasonable enough approximation of neural functioning. What happens to the potential when the electrodes are placed farther apart? The potential decreases. Move them far enough apart and you can't measure any potential.

What, in all the hubris of consciousness, makes you think that your mystery energy is any different than all other forms of observed energy? The brain dies, the energy ceases to function in a way to support consciousness. Your neurons rot and are eaten by various microbes. A single electrode doesn't interact with some non-charged particle (hue hue don't try and point out van der Waals forces).

-TG

p.s. re: control

Control over your thoughts and actions is a tough one to prove. First, intrusive thoughts would be an example of something you don't control. In a deterministic universe I'm not sure you really do have free will. Just the illusion.

Oh man how I want to get in and make it all weird with concept and ideas and shit.

But I'm going to pass, this would be endless lol.

I think I understand perfectly DaGip's ideas, I'm very familiar with similar theories. I think you are not familiar with them, except for perhaps critiques of it.

[BigBallinStalin]

"Soul" is a pointless construct. Like most religious ideas, it just ends up into an endlessly recursive tought-wank...

However, I find the concept of a collective consciousness fascinating on an intellectual level. It's at least something that could conceivably exist: If we accept that our brains are just biological computers, and consider human consciousness as the software running on those computers, then it could conceivably be that the unconscious communication between all these consciousnesses facilitates a sort of network, a computing grid of human consciousness.

In this scenario, one could think of the cessation of thought in the same way as one would think of the decay of the body: nothing is really lost - the matter that your body is formed of is still there, it just changes form, the pattern collapses and the particles that form your body scatter into the universe. It could also be that your consciousness simply merges back into the collective. To continue the analogy with computers, when you close a program, the resources allocated to it get released back to the operating system...

Or it could all be a huge load of bullshit, but still, I think it's at least a cool idea to consider.

Markets and pure common law are similar to 'collective consciousness', but we call them "emergent/spontaneous orders."

[mrswdk]

So I guess, like markets and common law, our governments are actually just emergent orders created by our pooled consciousness.

'It is not government you are fighting; it is human nature.' - Moriarty (paraphrased)

[notyou2]

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then; it would mix up all my friends and all I had left of my family in a big dust cloud over the American Night. Carlo told him of Old Bull Lee, Elmer Hassel, Jane: Lee in Texas growing weed, Hassel on Riker’s Island, Jane wandering on Times Square in a Benzedrine hallucination, with her baby girl in her arms and ending up in Bellevue. And Dean told Carlo of unknown people in the West like Tommy Snark, the clubfooted pool hall rotation shark and card player and queer saint. He told him of Roy Johnson, Big Ed Dunkel, his boyhood buddies, his street buddies, his innumerable girls and sex-parties and pornographic pictures, his heroes, heroines, adventures.
- Dean Moriarity

[Dukasaur]

So I guess, like markets and common law, our governments are actually just emergent orders created by our pooled consciousness.

'It is not government you are fighting; it is human nature.' - Moriarty (paraphrased)

Essentially. It's memetic evolution, instead of genetic evolution.

As long as idea has one surviving adherent, it exists.

Just fucking think about it: were all gonna die.

Not the sad, I-wish-I-were-jacking-off thought about death, the "holy f*ck, we all gon' die" thought.

Fucking think about it. Someday...BigBallinStalin, Nietzsche, Dukasaur, saxitozin...all gonna die. All gonna fucking rot in the ground like some shitty tomatoes some idiot forgot to fucking harvest. No more posting on CC, no more marking off to gay porn (nietzsche) just blackness and nothingness.

It is hurtful to think about mortality. If I can offer you one tiny little ray of hope, it is this: for every person you ever wished dead, you are sure to get your wish. It's not much of a consolation, but it's something.