Our economic beliefs are making the planet ill. We are pulling the cards out from the bottom of a finely stacked pyramid. And planet earth's immune defences are coming against us slowly but surely. She is getting feverish — Benj96
But can we be aware of our soul, or must we accept its existence on faith? If we can't be aware of our soul, then why should we care about its eternal fate? — Art48
If we can be aware of our soul, then doesn't that mean that soul can be contained in awareness?
How would you describe the relationship between awareness and soul? — Art48
It seems that either awareness and soul are identical, or awareness contains soul. — Art48
The truth of a sentence can generally not be determined by the theory. The general case is that it must be externally supplied. — alcontali
a fair amount of the presently adopted "to do" list is pointless gesturing. — frank
Two to three feet of sea level rise may not sound like much, but it will transform human societies the world over. In south Florida, where I live, residents will lose access to fresh water. Sewage treatment plants will fail, large areas will persistently flood, and Miami Beach and other barrier islands will be largely abandoned. In China, India, Egypt and other countries with major river deltas, two to three feet of sea level rise will force the evacuation of tens of millions of people and the loss of vast agricultural lands.
Colonization is a fiction too because tribes had no governments and thus nothing could be stolen. — NOS4A2
Finish the story as you see fit. — frank
As someone who grew up in a severe branch of the Plymouth Brethren, that has made me value the truth. — Andrew4Handel
But did they or do they really believe it or was it an entirely faith or fear based belief, or a mixture of social control, fearmongering, hope and conformity etc?
To my mind that level of indoctrination warrants someone to put a very high value on the truth including for one's own sanity. — Andrew4Handel
the concept "determinatio est negatio",as it is highly developed in Part Four of Sartre's "Being and Nothingness" — quintillus
But I do resent baseless accusations. — Vera Mont
If you chose The Siren, you would feel like The World's Idiot for the rest of your life. — hypericin
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
[Chorus]
But I mean no harm, nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. — a mother's son
The Sailor's Child problem, introduced by Radford M. Neal, is somewhat similar. It involves a sailor who regularly sails between ports. In one port there is a woman who wants to have a child with him, across the sea there is another woman who also wants to have a child with him. The sailor cannot decide if he will have one or two children, so he will leave it up to a coin toss. If Heads, he will have one child, and if Tails, two children. But if the coin lands on Heads, which woman would have his child? He would decide this by looking at The Sailor's Guide to Ports and the woman in the port that appears first would be the woman that he has a child with. You are his child. You do not have a copy of The Sailor's Guide to Ports. What is the probability that you are his only child, thus the coin landed on Heads (assume a fair coin)? — wiki
We need to look to matriarchal cultures to know a better way. — Athena
All saints revile her, and all sober men
Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean—
In scorn ofwhich I sailed to find her
In distant regions likeliest to hold her
Whom I desired above all things to know,
Sister ofthe mirage and echo.
It was a virtue not to stay,
To go my headstrong and heroic way
Seeking her out at the volcano's head.
Among pack ice, or where the track had faded
Beyond the cavern of the seven sleepers:
Whose broad high brow was white as any leper'
Whose eyes were blue, with rowan-berry lips.
With hair curled honey-coloured to white hips.
Green sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir
Will celebrate the Mountain Mother,
And every song-bird shout awhile for her;
But I am gifted, even in November
Rawest ofseasons, with so huge a sense
Of her nakedly worn magnificence
I forget cruelty and past betrayal.
Careless of where the next bright bolt may fall. — Graves
That’s because I know you cannot name one reason. You don’t have any reason. — NOS4A2
Give me one reason why I should believe any of it. — NOS4A2
↪unenlightened I’m not so sure they can be so neatly separated. — Jamal
The tool-maker makes the tools he uses to make tools, but he is never using the tool he is making while he is making it. — unenlightened
There is no evidence. Her claims of sexual assault can be discarded along with her accusations of rape. Believing such accusations without evidence says a lot about character. — NOS4A2
capitalism itself — jorndoe