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Submitted by boatplank (View user info) at 2006-09-26 18:46:51 EDT


The fundementals of nature today are the same as they always were, not quite, there is some evidence to the contrary. The laws of nature are shifting ever so slightly. "c" is apparently not a constant. But relative to the change, the fundementals remain essentially the same.

What are the fundementals? Hard to say. Hard to speak about, but lets try right here right now, lets look at the fundementals through modern music. At first this may seem confusing and pointless, but lets hold that off for a while and try find our feet on this. Where shall we begin?

Lets create a space, the inside of a car, we're riding somewhere and we turn on the radio, music comes out of the speakers and fills the car fills our heads and we tune out because we're thinking about work. Okay? Some kind of usual occurence. Right, now lets break that all down.

We have all the matter inside the car, (we'll keep within the boundary of "inside the car",) including the speaker and eardrum.

We all know how speakers work, we all know that air is not nothing, not a vacuum. We don't all know that a vacuum is not nothing, a vacuum is unstable particles constantly popping into and out of existance everywhere. So fundementally, everything everywhere except that somehow there is some info travelling through this everything which aligns and which we call matter. Through this matter there is info travelling through which aligns and which we call "songs."

Are we all out of that paragraph intact? Somehow matter is there, and we know how songs are in that.
Okay, maybe not lets jsut work out the songs business a bit more slowly and surely. Okay, songs come out from the speaker and are recognized by our brains. The air moves backwards and forwards in a certain pattern which is converted into electrical signals which the brain interprets to our consciousness. (We'll call it up towards us and ending at our fundemental awareness of here and now.)

I think we've held off for long enough so lets get to the point, if not the point then some clarity, something to hold on to. Fundementals. Grasp. Nothing. Everything. Okay, fundementals. Clarity. Lets look around us, here we are in a "post" and we're reading these words right now. I'm writing, but in the context of this post, time is intentionally warped so that what I'm writing now is going to be read as if you or as I call it, we, are all busy writing this. Which corrolates functionally because as you've read what you've read and do not know whats coming, I've written what I've written and do not know whats coming. Okay, we've almost competely and totally lost sight of any fragment of original intention. Right?

Okay, We've looked around us now lets forget all that we don't need it anymore and its served its purpose. We're here and we want to really touch onto something really real, really some complete fundemental and essential anything. All of this up till now has had an effect, and left us here at a single point where we now know what we want and know where we are so we can forget everything and thank it for its usefullness but bid it farewell.

Gone. We need a hand to touch, I think thats us, our real selves. (Slow down.) We can't use our real hands and touch something, I mean in a collective way. We do not share a physical hand is what I mean. We need something to move until it comes to a halt against something else so that we know that something else is real. First, we need to know that the thing we're moving is real. Thats us. (Here we pick up where in a similar bracketed remark we spoke about having something end "up" here, the end of the "up" is us, the real and fundemental self. The buck stops here.)

How do we move our real selves in a way where it may stop at something which is equally real as the fundemental us?

Is that the fucking first real desire? Is it perhaps spread through and diluted through everything? (Lets leave this outburst alone. Its not useful past itself, the dilution meant from its fundemental into the various physical acts of love and hate. The moving and coming to rest meaning a fist coming to rest on a face, a penis coming to rest in a vagina, teeth coming to rest against food)

Well we know that without movement, there would be no being. Up here if this point, us, were set in a place and didn't move - if it were completely still. If there were nothing "happening" then there would be no us. We would be a bit of nothing, which is to say, nothing, indistinguishable from everything everywhere. Inert. Cold.

So movement. How do we control this? It would simply mean controlling our existance, which we do do. When do we rest or come to a stop against anything? I mean the real us up here, not our hands down there. (Look at them, down there wherever they are. You can't see them but your eyes down there in your face above yor nose. The bottom of your brain, down there. Up here, this us)

I've gone out writing until here. Here we are, for what its worth. I sense that this reaching may go on and on and on so I'm leaving this here open-ended. This lurch towards fundementals seems couched in many many many urges, though saying "this lurch towards fundementals" is an extremely vague way of saying something, I understand. It was a lurch towards trying to understand itself, this post, so it was trying to lift itself up by its bootstraps so vagueness is basically it. The desire was to remove that vagueness and proceed incrementally towards eventual certainty. Failed.

Though the desire has passed and we thank it for its passing, and we bid it farewell.

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Submitted by Samo (user info) at 2006-09-27 12:33:02 EDT (#)
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Can I ask for a rewording of your question?

Submitted by rillins (user info) at 2006-09-27 12:07:33 EDT (#)
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In order for there be nothing to your something, you make an assumption of something. The definition of something (from what I could tell) is the mind, not necesarily the brain. So, Consciousness is the only something that is real (from what I think you're saying.) How could you make that assumption?

Submitted by The_Cyst_Master (user info) at 2006-09-27 01:24:12 EDT (#)
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I just took a shower. Now I have to shit. Soooooooooo inefficient.

Submitted by Saeki (user info) at 2006-09-26 19:30:18 EDT (#)
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Fundamental. Fundamental. Fundamental.


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