CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I mean, we're all trapped in a world we didn't make, aren't we? Except God.
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What does "trapped in a world he never made" mean?
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i don't really know, i just try to think of comic books & sex a lot...it helps.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
NeonMercuryASH
beer, I want beer
Kool?
Loktar
Internet God
The gang's all here but sadly Kool isn't.
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I still want a fucking answer.
Big Dick McGee
If you don't know, now ya know
Wacky just blew my mind.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
BET THAT'S THE ONLY BLOW YOU'VE HAD LATELY LOL
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I guess.
Perhaps there is no fucking answer.
NeonMercuryASH
beer, I want beer
I was thinking in terms of menthol.
Mirah
I love you
In an essence, perhaps we make our own world. We are not in control and never will be, but there are some aspects in our lives we can control.
Hmmm that is too simple.
Perhaps the story is about God himself. Perhaps somebody kidnapped him and trapped him in a world he didn't make. Yes I like that explanation better.
Hmmm that is too simple.
Perhaps the story is about God himself. Perhaps somebody kidnapped him and trapped him in a world he didn't make. Yes I like that explanation better.
eloisel
Forever Empress E
It's like those questions -
If God is almighty powerful, can he create a rock he can not lift?
How many angels can sit on the head of a pin?
People think they are trapped in a world they did not create because they had imagined things differently for themselves.
Nobody dreams of growing up and becoming a forklift driver down at the Coca-Cola Bottling company. Nobody dreams of growing up to be fat, ugly, alone, unloved, living vicariously in front of the TV with a microwaved dinner on a tray in their lap. Those are things that just happen while we wait for our lives to begin.
Speaking of that, the other day I was at a picnic at a park in the full, brightness of the day. Yesterday a friend showed me a picture taken of her at that picnic. While she was complaining about how old/fat/bad/etc. she looked in broad daylight, I realized that the back of my arm and part of my butt were on the edge of the snapshot of her. I was shocked by how blindingly white the back of my arm is - like it has never seen daylight, has been locked in a cave for its entire existence. Plus, it looked kind of flabby. So, Im working out with the weights in the water three times a week now. I will not have flabby, white arms. No. I will not. I will have some say about the world in which I live.
If God is almighty powerful, can he create a rock he can not lift?
How many angels can sit on the head of a pin?
People think they are trapped in a world they did not create because they had imagined things differently for themselves.
Nobody dreams of growing up and becoming a forklift driver down at the Coca-Cola Bottling company. Nobody dreams of growing up to be fat, ugly, alone, unloved, living vicariously in front of the TV with a microwaved dinner on a tray in their lap. Those are things that just happen while we wait for our lives to begin.
Speaking of that, the other day I was at a picnic at a park in the full, brightness of the day. Yesterday a friend showed me a picture taken of her at that picnic. While she was complaining about how old/fat/bad/etc. she looked in broad daylight, I realized that the back of my arm and part of my butt were on the edge of the snapshot of her. I was shocked by how blindingly white the back of my arm is - like it has never seen daylight, has been locked in a cave for its entire existence. Plus, it looked kind of flabby. So, Im working out with the weights in the water three times a week now. I will not have flabby, white arms. No. I will not. I will have some say about the world in which I live.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
DUCKS