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Originally Posted By: Tempest
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it's a false perception

That's exactly what I wrote. Perception doesn't always match reality.


Exactly what you wrote is "Perception is reality". See above.
 
No, he said: "Perception is reality? Much easier way to say it." Don't [censored] it up when you quote. Same thing with people's names for that matter. (Spellcheck for the rest.
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Originally Posted By: MarkC
Originally Posted By: Tempest
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it's a false perception

That's exactly what I wrote. Perception doesn't always match reality.


Exactly what you wrote is "Perception is reality". See above.

What people perceive, false or otherwise, is reality to them. That is the meaning of perception is reality.
 
Originally Posted By: Shannow

If I ever thought that I was simply a chemical reaction, even a complex one, I WOULD jump off a bridge.

But then I wouldn't be having that thought in the first place were it true.

So the fields of probability are more than just probable?
 
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The illusion of separateness is the foundation of human suffering.
I've decided that only the perfect are as imprinted with the perfect capability to suffer as the perfect capability to be happy. May you all be free and find love. Thanks for... masking your laughs through a journey.

Julian
 
I found this two nights ago while I was watching "The Dark Knight" and had to pause at the scene where he is showing his friend the machine for using people's cell phones to image the city. "It's null-key encrypted" he says. Here's his blog. It's not me, I promise. He's a lot better writer than me, for one.
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"In The Crowd" by Ella Wilcox

How happy they are, in all seeming,
How gay, or how smilingly proud,
How brightly their faces are beaming,
These people who make up the crowd!
How they bow, how they bend, how they flutter,
How they look at each other and smile,
How they glow, and what bon mots they utter!
But a strange thought has found me the while!

It is odd, but I stand here and fancy
These people who now play a part,
All forced by some strange necromancy
To speak, and to act, from the heart.
What a hush would come over the laughter!
What a silence would fall on the mirth!
And then what a wail would sweep after,
As the night-wind sweeps over the earth!

If the secrets held under and hidden
In the intricate hearts of the crowd
Were suddenly called to, and bidden
To rise up and cry out aloud,
How strange one would look to another!
Old friends of long standing and years -
Own brothers would not know each other,
Robed new in their sorrows and fears.

From broadcloth, and velvet, and laces,
Would echo the groans of despair,
And there would be blanching of faces
And wringing of hands and of hair.
That man with his record of honour,
That lady down there with the rose,
That girl with Spring's freshness upon her,
Who knoweth the secrets of those?

Smile on, O ye maskers, smile sweetly!
Step lightly, bow low and laugh loud!
Though the world is deceived and completely,
I know ye, O sad-hearted crowd!
I watch you with infinite pity:
But play on, play ever your part,
Be gleeful, be joyful, be witty!
'Tis better than showing the heart.
 
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