I type Terrence Mckenna as my identical Ne-IEE, but I'm open to him being other types.
“We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.” Randy Pausch
Ne-IEE
6w7 sp/sx
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It almost sounds like a manic episodes, I've had periods where I've been like this, but it's different, it's like I think I'm super productive and I generally get a lot of stuff done but often when I look back at it, I'm only somewhat productive and what I did could have been better.
hkkmr i don't think you guys are talking about the same thing
maybe a saint is just a dead prick with a good publicist
maybe tommorow's statues are insecure without their foes
go ask the frog what the scorpion knows
Forewarning, this is cheesy...
When I was about 13 or 14, I was going to Christian boot camp at the time, I was shooting archery and trying to earn the different awards for scoring points at various distances. By my last lesson I had made it to the final challenge or whatever they called it, and after coming down to my final arrow, I realized that I needed a 9 or 10 on this last shot to get the award. It was going to be my last year at the camp, so it was literally down to the wire for me to do this thing that I had been working towards for the last 3 years. So I pulled back the last arrow and held it in my cheek. It had been raining that morning; I hadn't been shooting my best because the arrows would get wet sitting in the quiver and no matter how much I rubbed them off I couldn't really make them perfect, and it bothered me, and so I was off for most of the day. I heard the little droplets all around falling on the leaves. I thought to myself, not really in words, but I just sort of knew, that when a drop of water hit my face, I would let go of the arrow, and it would be a bullseye.
And it happened.
I told myself that if it worked, I would believe in God. Whoops...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Oh Terrence Mckenna, insuperable peddler of sweet nothings, how i have missed your hypnotic sophistry.
I think it's a similar experience, but people express and experience it based on their own perspective.
I think it's a form of mania, I felt a lot of euphoria as well/etc. It is a bit like falling in love. I do think however, that people express/experience this sort of situation differently, and that expression and experience is different based on information preferences.
Yes sir I do. Ter-Ter and I go way back. I suppose it was my fault the spark died between the two of us. My standards were much too high. I could not resist the temptation to subject his views and assertions to the punishing light of reason. Things went downhill from there.
Though after all these years, still I will concede: ain't nobody can spin a tall tale like my dear old Ter-Ter.
Well, Miyagi don't know what he mean. Miyagi just say.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Mentally mapping objects and relations between them into other objects and relations while preserving some or all of the structure of the original is just a standard tool of mathematicians and theoretical physicists, and part of the base intuition needed for aptitude in those fields. The relevant buzz-word is "morphisms".
Greetings, ragnar
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