ITT: We say something really deep and meaningfull.
>Instead of just looking up into the sky, you’re actually gazing down into the infinite cosmic abyss, with only gravity holding you onto the surface of the earth.
The meaning of life is non existant.
It is simply an abstract concept invented by humans to satisfy our need of answers.
There is a reason to life, and this life has not been discovered yet.
This makes religion obsolete because, religion often provides a non existant answer.
A question which cannot be answered because the question is wrong.
My name is Smeggman, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded, no-lifes who spend every second of their day making sure you have no smeg. You are everything bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you ever gotten any smeggies? I mean, I guess it’s fun making fun of people because of your own clean helmets, but you all take to a whole new level. This is even worse than taking smeg and feeding it to a pigeon.
Don’t be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I’m pretty much a smeg lord. I was chairman of the smegfarm alliance, and chief taste tester aswell. What shit do you farm, other than “muh dank weed”? I also get straight A’s, and have a fucking huge pot of smeg (Just inhaled some, shit was SO cash). You are all smeg-free faggots who should just kill yourselves. Thanks for listening.
CAPCHA: ROBOKOD LISENZ TO KRILL
Things we can do to pursuade moot to return
>Surround the building he is known to be inside at the time
> several hundred of us
> keep repeating 'moot' in a clucking noise not too dissimilar from a chicken or turkey
> when he approaches window, blast a fucking huge flamethrower in the air to show him the power of our artillery.
> if he attempts to retreat without surrendering to us, we will pelt the structure with smegma stored in jars. It will be like a smeg palace, and moot will have to clean it up.
> we will also hire a skywriter to spell 'moot' in the sky
> if we get our hands on him, we will pin him down and veneer those huge teeth of his with our festering smegma.
> then post it on here
> then we'll start to fuck with his head. Put pineapples on his doorstep. send him christmas cards mid august. change his name to smeggman.
> we r legun
>we do not 4give
>we do not froget
>this kid in school
>always pisses me off
>reach a point of irrepressible rage
>get friends involved
>gather our smeg into pots
>assemble a flash mob
>12 of us pin him down and smear smeg on his teeth
>he continues for two hours because his mothers car broke down and couldn't reach him
>he turns purple from all the barf contractions
>he gets a new nickname
>'dr smeg lord'
>even the teachers call it him when he's not around
>I send him christmas cards mid august addressed to dr smeg lord
>we work summer jobs just so we can hire a skywriter to spell it out in the sky outside his house
>never see him again
>pic related, how it made me feel
LINK for dyslexic people: http://vocaroo.com/i/s0GDCMVywAOe
>submerge you in vinegar for a quarter of a century
>feed you nothing but homeless black man's toenails and burnt smeg patties
>puke straight down your throat
>smear turd all over your face and blowdry it for an impromptu facemask
>put a fishbowl over your head and vent pube smoke into it
>hire a fat sweaty african to pick his bellybutton and dispose of the entrails on your inner nostrils
>hire an ensemble of them to pick their ass and wipe it under your nose
>get them to pick their teeth and put that in your nostrils too
>politely ask them to blow snot down your earholes
>floss your teeth with remaining pubes
>fill your lower intestines with concrete so you have to barf your shit back up
>wait until the time comes
>drain the tank
>pull you out of the tank
>peel your skin off with pianowire
>eat you with a spoon from the feet up
>post on here about it
>dubs decides how I eat your eyeballs
>trips decide how I eat your genitals
>quads decide how I eat your mother
>quints decide how I eat your house
The purpose of the vinegar isn't only to pickle your flesh, but also serves to make your bones super soft and soggy. You won't be able to run, and I could loop your arms around into a knot, I could mould your head like playdough. I could contort your jaw to beavis proportions, and there's nothing you can do about it. I could feed you hot dog shit on a daily basis with no reprise. I will be seeing you soon.
Have fun in my pokey, faggot.
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>The meaning of life is non existant.
What if we did all form a secret cabal to conspire against moot's success.
>So that he will eventually come crawling back to us.
Your consciousness is just an advanced predator brain evolved to survive on earth.
The universe at large does not owe you an "answer" to "meaning" or "first cause", or something that your brain can process
Are you the same guy from the religious debate?
If it helps you become a better person then I can jam with that nonsense.
space is not infinite, the universe is merely spherical, much like our planet and it's surrounding atmosphere. Once you get to the end, so to say, you're directed into a curve - so essentially, blasting a rocket in a straight line past Ceres is more akin to driving from Florida to California. Theoretically, it's a straight line, but you're technically guiding along a curved path. The surrounding space our galaxy lies within is just a larger 'globe' that we all reside in.
I masturbate, not to satisfy my own primal and animalistic urges, but rather so I can be a more pleasant person to deal with. It also helps refrain my mind, judgment and emotion from becoming clouded due to sexually attractive women; helps keep me focused, if not for just a temporary few hours, if that.
Thats a good though. As you go towards the edge, gravitation would curve your trajectory. Much like when light goes past the sun.
Because there is no limit to the range of gravitational pull. Perhaps the forces of gravity would make it impossible to pass the edge of the universe too.
Like, what happens when the acceleration due to gravity equate to the speed of light???
And this is the dome of the Tilla-Kari Madrasa.
Now what's your point?
Perhaps sudden creation of mass, or something? I don't know. lol just my theory
I've got to head back to work (lunch break). Good thread, thanks for making me use my mind OP. Loves ya.
It definitely has. I used to be a fat, lazy slob who just played video games and spent the majority of my time on the Internet. I ate a heroic dose of psilocybin and felt all my potential being eaten by my parasitic habits and state of mind. I felt like I was in a stasis my whole life up to that point. I realized that I needed to change. I began dieting, being open to change, working out, opening up to people, stopped playing video games, got rid of my TV, stopped spending so much time on the Internet, stopped caring about social media, and I couldn't be happier. I stopped wanting to be in control of others, I started being more accepting of others and not be so judgmental. And now I feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to do, be satisfied, ya know? Like I'm not giving into fears and negative influences perpetuated by external forces to maintain control of others, I'm just, living. Existing. It's not all about me and my perspective. It feels good to let it all go. The more we take from this world, the less we gain.
>if radios dont make easy listening playlists on their own then why does hitting it make the music stop?
>and why can corrosion of the internals make the sound fuzzy?
Take that reductionist materialist stick out of your ass and realize we don't have answers yet.
Bruh, the inflationary theory specifically calls for faster than light speeds.
Again, the speed of light is the 'speed limit' within a vacuum (this universe) but it doesn't restrict things OUTSIDE of our fucking universe (example: the expansion of space)
Thats not how you use that joke, but cool
I am no programm, I exist in every realm aside this virtual reality. Time does not affect me, I do not even comprehand time, crossing dimesions is but an easy task.
I was always there, though I never existed.
The answers to your question is available within you, in fact, it is universal consciousness through you, playing the role of YOU, that is the only awareness you have ever known.
if i was a chick, i'd fucking live by these words.
If you can only find validation of your beliefs by tearing down other's beliefs, then you are very insecure in yours.
Sometimes, if you can see and hear yourself as others do, you wouldn't like yourself either. The trick in life is making the two perceptions match.
It would take a data facility the size of a New York city block to even come close to mimicking the capacity and processing power of your brain.
Stop fucking wasting it on porn and Pepe threads.
Pi is an infinite, nonrepeating decimal - meaning that every possible number combination exists somewhere in pi. Converted into ASCII text, somewhere in that infinite string of digits is the name of every person you will ever love, the date, time, and manner of your death, and the answers to all the great questions of the universe. Converted into a bitmap, somewhere in that infinite string of digits is a pixel-perfect representation of the first thing you saw on this earth, the last thing you will see before your life leaves you, and all the moments, momentous and mundane, that will occur between those two points.
All information that has ever existed or will ever exist, the DNA of every being in the universe, EVERYTHING: all contained in the ratio of a circumference and a diameter.
The depressed tend to try the hardest to make others happy; they know what it's like to be down there-- and they would never want anybody to be where they were/are.
So fucking true..
When I look at pi and remove every 1, it would still be infinite and non repeating, so I don't reaaly see how some numbers couldn't be coincidentally omitted in the grand number of pi.
Life is not what you perceive but an illusion of false truths perpetuating its self as absolute. When you realize its false it all becomes apparent and life begins.