Vanir Thunder Dojo Tan

minus istance, i think. i dont feel like i am helpping a damn thing.

the tao flows with all things; all things flow with tao. There are 64 hexagrams. half representing my little pony, the other half representing the sith. This is just a sith moment. embrace it as you would the guy in traffic who cut you off. difference is, its internal, not external. You seem to know how. the external. you can handle it normally, but recently, you claim you are off your game. No, the game is merely shifted from an outting to an inning (i know, i know. im not a baseball fan so stfu), now you have to accept yourself as BEING THAT GUY. that guy who is irate but you smile anyways. that smile must come from within, from genuine contentedness and acceptance that you're an asshole now. You might learn to accept yourself as both sides of the spectrum. OR You can try to practice cultivating a will power that overcomes the flow from yang into yin and back again and just dwell in the yang, if that is your desire? I cant help you there, i am not walking that particular path myself.

far as i can tell, i've been conquering death since i was born. could be wrong.

if discuss were the appropriate description of the exchange, i'd have fucked off a long time ago and wouldnt be following the events. or trying to. Honestly, until the mods tell us what happened, there isnt really much TO follow. Sorry man, but barking at a cat in a tree isnt gonna coerce the cat down.

that implies the *you* in the game can die... rather than transit from one state to the next, perpetually central... like a tesseract constantly turning itself inside out, trying to keep what is located in its center... in its center... life and death make no difference, the *you*awareness*self* is still the focal point of reality. when your bodies die, they dont disappear, they decompose. if you're still *in* them, then they decompose at the center of reality.

i was inspired to write a short story. Its still somewhat fresh in mind so i am winging it. fresh and unaltered. Born at the end of the world, a young man grows up submerged in lies, deceit, corruption, self indulgence, and strife. He learns to thrive and survive by applying the same amount of lying, deceptiveness, corrosion, and egoism. The only way anyone at the end of the world ever could live. He learns to steal to eat, and learns to take pleasure in stealing. as well as eating. He learns to intimidate others, to convince them to do as he demands. He also learns to take pleasure in doing so. He lives out his life, there in the end of the world. a Long and, by standards of the end of the world, prosperous life. But all throughout, he feels empty of something important. something that he feels like he should never have not known, something he feels should be obvious to him, even as yet he senses nothing but this emptiness inside himself. Old and worn down, he is no longer top dog, but top target. He experiences gullibility for the first time since his youngest days and it hurts. in different ways than he has ever been harmed, he feels guilt. Cheated out of his own life by the very methods he used to live it, he is suddenly faced with a mirror. For the first time, he must examine himself. when he finally sits down and enters quiet mindfulness, it is as though the world around him has disappeared and now he knows what has been missing all throughout his life. So he begins a journey across time and space, renewed by his own reflection, to seek the truth in all corners of experience. He begins by traveling backward through the flow of time, becoming younger while everyone else grows older, bringing about good deeds while everyone else steals and spreads lies. While the time the world experiences moves forward, time for one individual moves backward. he is a young man again and in his prime. no longer aging forward or backward, yet still traveling back through the flow of time in pursuit of truth and understanding. Eventually he goes so far back as to witness the world changing. Lies, treachery, deceit, less and less common the further back he goes. BUT! Old habits are hard to break, he has come up with a devious plot to "pull" the corruption from the end of the world as far back as the beginning, that the corruption may flow its course and disappear by the end of the world. He immediately searches for the beginning of the world, continuing his path as before, yet finding himself in a limbo; time seems to have stopped! No longer at the end of the world, nowhere near the beginning, and right here in the middle... what is this place? The world at the center of time is recreated in his image, in his memories, the corruption returns, but he is in control now. He seeks to counter the corruption, bring balance to the experience... And so he continues, to this very day, creating, causing, and moving the world in subtle ways over the course of our perceived eternal eons, and yet suffers every moment, seeking to reclaim the void. Eventually, one day... he will return to his pursuits of truth and flow further back in time until he is content. Content to abandon pursuits, content to let go of his questions. He lives on to become a famous figure of our past. One of whom he, himself, would have heard of even in the end of the world...

stosh... I have to ask you to describe the process of quitting. i havent figured that out yet.

soulmates shouldnt pass each other by if they can help it...

have teh ponies made fun of teh starwars yet?

hells yeah i see the scorpion! my face is right on its left shoulder (his left, our right).

should we get back on topic about the trolling and retardation or do you think bringing it up caused our latest bout of verbarrhea?

I tend toward making public affairs public and keeping private affairs private. I dont talk about my sex life or what girls i've been with or how. but i will shout at the top of a soapbox to get your attention of i see a misuse of authoritah. The problem right now, is that we dont know what is a misuse of authority because we dont see what is going on between the mods. We dont have a completely solid grasp on the event, and so we seek to understand why our friend has been put on a "temporary vacation". There are TWO read it: T W O TWO problems right now. ONE, the biggest problem: People getting butthurt. no offense, but nothing that is going on is as big of a deal as it is being treated and two... just as big actually... TWO: We are not being informed, by the mods, as to what their reasonings are for their authorizations and administrations. This makes it difficult for us to even understand point ONE, which is why "we" are getting butthurt... So in the end, this is a fault on both parties. Now kiss and make out.

HAW! The sum totaly of my cultivation would boil down to my absent mindedness. Once i embraced my intrinsic blond brain, everything just kinda fell into place.

edit: heh... no comment

so... i ... shouldnt've kicked a hole in the wall and cried cuz you werent my friend n'ummore? *niffle*

actually, i tend toward turtle shell on that point, it IS public presentation. public is as much involved as person.

bump for more capslocks. I mean exclamation points!

OKAY. so how the heck has rome got anything to do with my experience? Is Rome already "done"?

bump for on fucking topic. WHERE IS HE?!?

sorry ts man i guess it really is genetic; im an asshole...

hey turtle shell, hit me up on chat or sommathat maybe? cuz im trying to understand where you're coming from...? what's eating you?

then i am stunned beyond belief.... can you actually see all the stuff i am talking about or is it just me? I literally see my face in the center. my beard, my cheeks, my brow, my forehead, and neck, lips barely visible, eyes hinted at with contours from my brow... and light flooding out from pockets in my cheeks and face. Am i really that much of a stoner?!

ahhhh i do not get it at all (edit: @ VM)

A tesseract!

new rule. i am calling the locus of reality simply "the reality"