where would you put the fridge if it couldn't go in the kitchen
My room
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picked up some 80 grit sandpaper for the orbital and its making short work of the left over stain and finish. debating about pulling it apart and putting in tenons or just refinishing it as is on this Morris/Stickley Arts and Craft chair replica.
Comically I think of PKD's The Man in the High Tower. In the beginning of the book one of the characters works for a Japanese firm and his job is to make replica's of old west paraphernalia. The question becomes philosophical, if you make a replica so well does it become what it is a replica of? I have wondered about that.
No this will not be like the original its too commercial but its fun to ponder.
August 8 2023
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if the world is a stage then who is the tech crew????
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Please reblog the poll and put the reasoning for your answer and the belief system you grew up with in the tags.
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Sometimes I think we humans are to focused on what happens after death, for example pretty much all religions revolve around getting into heaven, or in some cases getting reborn. We live every second of our lives doing things that will ultimately help us survive longer. But what if just for a day, we started thinking about the moment we’re in at this time rather then constantly saying “how will this help me survive in the future”.
But are we even capable of that? Every living thing is made biologically with one purpose: to survive, but then again our emotions defy what we were made for every day, so is it possible to focus on something other than death?
Then we come to the side of this that scares me . What if somehow someday we did find a way to see what was after death, but it involved hurting someone in the process. The movie Martyrs (2008) is a perfect example of this situation. I believe that if some kind of thing like this did come into our range of possibilities, humans would do whatever it takes to find out what is after the lives they are living right now, and I mean whatever.
That’s fucking terrifying.
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Thought of the day 3/365
I have always asked myself: How do I want to live my life?
And I answered: In a way that makes me happy!
But how am I supposed to live in order to make myself happy and how can I measure this happyness? Not every single day is a product of positive feelings and good experiences. Sometimes I go to sleep with a really unsettling feeling in my stomach, not happy with todays outcome and sometimes even quite sad. Should I consider that particular day as unsuccessful and could I have done something differently in order to be happy(-ier)?
The more I pounder about it the more I think it is less about the quantity of ones happyness and more about the quality. I aspire mindful happyness, one that causes a content feeling with my life and makes me understand my own needs. Happyness is less about instant gratification and more about choices that might initially not seem easy, the opposite of ones happyness and more about actions that produce a long-lasting satisfaction. Finding oneself and understanding what leads to internal content is part of that aspired mindful happyness.
I am also a hedonist at heart, always lusting after the next pleasure and dopamine-hit. Regardless whether it is culinary, sex or art, give it to me and I will consume it. Finding a balance between those short-lived appeasements and sustainable happyness is yet a challenge of mine.
Maybe I will find it or maybe not...
What is your definition of happyness?
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Somehow, it just hit me all at once. Everything clicked. In that instant, I realised the true gravity of my actions, not just on my own life and the lives of my clients, but on the world at large. I had never felt so alone. A scared little angel - the angel I once was - all alone in a Hell of his own making.
I don’t know what moved me to do it. I’d never thought of doing it beforehand, not since The Fall, but I did it nonetheless. I got down on my knees, clasped my hands together and began to pray. I prayed in silence and solitude, my horned head bowed and bitter tears running down my cheeks. I prayed all throughout the night, asking my creator to show me His mercy, if He had any left for me.
With what small fragments of hope I had left, I hoped that He could forgive me. But would God even listen to a Devil’s prayer?
(Final paragraphs from a new project, titled Mephistopheles: A Love Story)
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Maedhros: Look, last night was a mistake.
Fingon: A sexy mistake.
Maedhros: No, just a regular mistake.
Maedhros: but it also felt right
What exactly did you do???
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why do i have a random urge to write for day6...
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bizarre quote from a dream
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how did those two random girls in algebra last year know i was a catboy
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What do you prefer: privacy of your personal life over security, or security (provided by governmental control) over privacy?
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What Is My Purpose?
I think this is the question for the ages. People with good intentions can agonize over this question their entire life and never find the answer that fits into what they believe their purpose is.
But is this question really that hard? There are many layers to this question, but the root of the question is basically simple.
“And Jesus came and said to them, “All authority in heaven and on earth…
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What makes something meat or not meat?
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