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It's interesting that many people here seem to believe in the eternal soul, or something similar.
Ummm, what's so interesting about this. I find that people on these boards are, if anything, less religious than your average person.

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Originally written by Wild Kinky Slugs:

It is true that in a standard black hole you will reach singularity, infact it happens mere seconds after crossing the event horizon. In the case of certain rotating black holes, you never reach singularity.
I studied this for school once. Entering a standard black hole would result in you hitting singularity and being crushed. Because, however, the singularity of rotating black holes is shaped like a circle, you would pass through it. No time infinite-slowing business. After you passed through it, no one knows what the heck would happen. Some speculate that it's a portal into another universe. Some speculate that it's a portal to another time in your own universe. Some speculate that you would live inside the singularity for as long as you could last. But time would work fine for you.

(On a side note, you know what's really sad? Scientists are building a probe that's designed to enter black holes. Thanks to some sponsoring dollars, it's official name is Ragu.)

As for Alex's idea, I think that that's a pretty darn good description of hell, and it's even worse if you don't die of natural causes. But what happens if I die while I'm unconscious? :P

EDIT: Alex.

[ Thursday, April 27, 2006 01:46: Message edited by: I Would Have Been Your Daddy ]

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Originally written by Wild Kinky Slugs:

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It's interesting that many people here seem to believe in the eternal soul, or something similar.
Ummm, what's so interesting about this. I find that people on these boards are, if anything, less religious than your average person.

Well, okay, what I mean is I think it interesting that so many people in general believe in the eternal soul, not just people on these boards. Since views about this sort of thing tend to be so diverse, it's strange to me that most people seem to agree that there is some kind of soul. I believe in no such thing. Perhaps there are many others who don't believe it either, but they're keeping very quiet about it.

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As for Alec's idea, I think that that's a pretty darn good description of hell, and it's even worse if you don't die of natural causes.
Um, Alec hasn't posted in this topic...

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Well, okay, what I mean is I think it interesting that so many people in general believe in the eternal soul, not just people on these boards. Since views about this sort of thing tend to be so diverse, it's strange to me that most people seem to agree that there is some kind of soul. I believe in no such thing. Perhaps there are many others who don't believe it either, but they're keeping very quiet about it.
What someone might say in this topic says nothing about whether they believe an afterlife exists -- remember, this is about what kind of afterlife you'd like there to be if there were one, not what kind you think there actually is.

[ Thursday, April 27, 2006 01:43: Message edited by: Thuryl ]

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Originally written by Thuryl:

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As for Alec's idea, I think that that's a pretty darn good description of hell, and it's even worse if you don't die of natural causes.
Um, Alec hasn't posted in this topic...

I spent more than five minutes re-reading the topic to make sure I hadn't missed Alec's post. :rolleyes:

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Originally written by Ur-Noob:

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Originally written by Dead Weight on the Forums:

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Originally written by Ur-Noob:

From what I hear, no one would want a different afterlife than heaven.
When you say "heaven", what do you mean? What do you envision?

The best thing you can think of. Times 10. Times 10.

"Times 100" sounds like a lot, but for those of us less gifted in applying mathematical operations to theology, can you describe that in more concrete terms? :)

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Apparently you've never studied theological engineering.

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Originally written by Joe Slater:

I spent more than five minutes re-reading the topic to make sure I hadn't missed Alec's post. :rolleyes:
That, my dear, is why your browser has a Find function. Unless it doesn't, in which case why the hell are you using it?

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Originally written by Joe Slater:

"Times 100" sounds like a lot, but for those of us less gifted in applying mathematical operations to theology, can you describe that in more concrete terms? :)
Heaven is the value of happy as the limit of good approaches infinity. (Assuming a spherical, massless Jesus, of course.)

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The afterlife, eh? I'd want to be able just to cruise through time, to be there, unoticed at all these historic events, and to be able to come home to all your dead buds at the end of the day. though, this is unlikely and I am quite content with my jewish beliefs: you live on through the memories of others. Those little year 5s will be telling their children about the wierd freaky nerd punk girl and her weird freaky punk friends, and they'll tell their children ect. ect. until long after I have left this life. Isn't that nice?

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I'd like the afterlife to be like the game "shadowman". Not because it's scary but because of the exploration and always having something to do. It would also give my life a little meaning.

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Originally written by stu_pidd_cow:

Real boyz kiss boyz
Uhh....

[ Friday, April 28, 2006 23:15: Message edited by: Kingy ]
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Originally written by Kingy:

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Originally written by stu_pidd_cow:

Real boyz kiss boyz
Uhh....

So?
I do hope this is not going to go off-topic to yet another debate on sexual preferences.

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My perfect heaven would be living in the Geneforge world.
My perfect hell would be being trapped in Homeland.
On topic though, I would want to go to a place where you could will something and it would happen. But it would not be reliant on your memory. Say, you hadn't had a Coke in 972 years, and you suddenly felt a pining for a good cold bottle of Coke. If you had forgotten what Coke tastes like, it would be dull.

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The river's tent is broken; the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the broken land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of City directors;
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.

A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeny to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd.
Tereu

Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at her night bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which are still unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence;
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows one final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.

'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.

The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails
Wide
To leeward, swings on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala


'Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'

'My feet are at Moorgate and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start."
I made no comment. What should I resent?'

'On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.'
la la

To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest

burning

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Don't get the wrong idea with my signiture or anythin... but it's true thoug:)

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Originally written by stu_pidd_cow:

Don't get the wrong idea with my signiture or anythin... but it's true thoug:)
I'm confused now. In what way is it true?

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I think he's saying that only someone who's secure with themselves could kiss someone of their own gender when they're not homosexul or bisexual. Or maybe he's calling straight guys wusses? *shrug* It could easily go either way.

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Originally written by Mr.Bookworm:

My perfect hell would be being trapped in Homeland.
I think that living in the best unregistered SW game would be far worse than living in the worst one, registered. At least you can finish the registered one and get it over with.

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Originally written by radix malorum est cupiditas:

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Originally written by Mr.Bookworm:

My perfect hell would be being trapped in Homeland.
I think that living in the best unregistered SW game would be far worse than living in the worst one, registered. At least you can finish the registered one and get it over with.

Unless the reward for finishing the registered game is that is starts over :P

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Originally written by Cairo Jim:

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Originally written by stu_pidd_cow:

Don't get the wrong idea with my signiture or anythin... but it's true thoug:)
I'm confused now. In what way is it true?

The true idea is staying straight and not queer... how about we stay on the topic, eh?

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