Originally Posted by rottingteeth
yes, I can see how it would be fun at first, but after awhile, I think I'd get incredibly lonely. if all people/beings are your creation, they could have no thoughts of their own. everything they did would be completely predictable. there'd be no opposition, any opposition that you created would have been created by you, so you couldn't consider it opposition, could you? unless I could, after my fun, completely obliterate myself, or at least come back to a world that includes opposition, I'd consider that hell.
I want to cease to exist because I'm tired of everything. there is nothing new under the sun...I'd like to finish the rest of this life, but after that, I don't want to come back. I don't believe a perfect heaven is possible, and I'd rather not live another life, even if it is better. I'm just tired. maybe this is silly, and perhaps it isn't true (and I'm by no means trying to say I'm anything special) but I feel like I've been here a thousand times already. even if reincarnation isn't a reality, I still feel like that.
grasshoppa: I will have to look up this Robert Anton Wilson...oh, I like him already:
First of all, you're closer in appearance to a dysfunctional nihilist Elf Mage in WoW than my creator God and short duration personal savior Robert Anton Wilson (RIP) Famed member of the SubGenius Apocraphypton Religion of the Three Nostriled Bob of Six eyes, three feet, and one sacred pipe, filled with the smoke of Frop, that liveth forever and ever.
Secondly, dude. That's... really... depressing. I can feel my hair drooping already. I must have the sickness already. Only Bob could save me, but will he?
Anywho, least entertaining for last, my discomBoBulate belief system about life, the universe, and everything.
I believe that intergalactic space monsters are sucking all the sweet-sweet slack energy out of this planets for sustenance, an enormous, unseen malignant supercomputer is running affairs on planet earth, and that the human body is a biocomputer that has been programmed to run as a prison for the software (consciousness) instead of as mobilizer for the software to run.
There is only one pursuit in life: Slack.
How to achieve it: "Fuck Them, If They Can't Take A Joke."
Addendum: Man I'm mean. If it's any consolation, you're much prettier than I am
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