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I was having an interesting conversation about atoms and their shape with a good friend and I began to think, after a remarkable mental picture of stepping in electrons that may very well be (according to the line of thinking) the worlds of other entities, about what happens or how one describes when 2 bodies collide.

Lovers? Not necessarily. But NSG, how would you describe the act of coming together, meshing, passionately exchanging something and then coming apart? How does it feel to be into the "oneness" of the moment? And doesn't falling apart feel like destruction?

Would you do anything to keep that feeling of being one going?

Never had it so I wouldn't know.

Never had it so I wouldn't know.

You've never collided with another body? You must be much more agile than I am. Then again... who isn't.

You've never collided with another body? You must be much more agile than I am. Then again... who isn't.

I played rugby for years and have been learing karate for 3 years. I've collided with plenty of bodies, just none that I'd do anything to keep meshing with.

The moment? Perfect. Coming apart? Also perfect.

The moment? Perfect. Coming apart? Also perfect.

The coming together is perfect. But the falling apart, that feels like agony.

I was having an interesting conversation about atoms and their shape with a good friend and I began to think, after a remarkable mental picture of stepping in electrons that may very well be (according to the line of thinking) the worlds of other entities, about what happens or how one describes when 2 bodies collide.

Lovers? Not necessarily. But NSG, how would you describe the act of coming together, meshing, passionately exchanging something and then coming apart? How does it feel to be into the "oneness" of the moment? And doesn't falling apart feel like destruction?

Would you do anything to keep that feeling of being one going?

Atom's don't really have a shape, though, per se. The model of electrons spinning around a nucleus in discrete pathways is an outright lie used as a simplification of what's "really going on."

Is this thread about science, sexual intercourse, or philosophical nonsense?

Is this thread about science, sexual intercourse, or philosophical nonsense?

Yes.

*sighs*

Forget this.

Is this thread about science, sexual intercourse, or philosophical nonsense?

Yes.

Yes.

Damn you, LG.

Damn you, LG.

*points and laughs*

The coming together is perfect. But the falling apart, that feels like agony.
Depends on the manner of falling apart. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and I enjoy those moments when we seem to be doing and acting as one, but there are still times when we break apart and rediscover our boundaries and those are also good.

Depends on the manner of falling apart. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and I enjoy those moments when we seem to be doing and acting as one, but there are still times when we break apart and rediscover our boundaries and those are also good.

What boundaries? I'm confused.

Depends on the manner of falling apart. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and I enjoy those moments when we seem to be doing and acting as one, but there are still times when we break apart and rediscover our boundaries and those are also good.

Perhaps I just like the clash and the feeling that we won't be apart, that we will exist as one. Silly me. That's why to break apart and become 2 separate entities feels like an agony.

Atom's don't really have a shape, though, per se. The model of electrons spinning around a nucleus in discrete pathways is an outright lie used as a simplification of what's "really going on."

If one is cynical enough, atoms are an awful lot like love. People are lied to about what it is, the few who do know what's really going on, know it's all just probability fields and mostly nothingness.

If one is cynical enough, atoms are an awful lot like love. People are lied to about what it is, the few who do know what's really going on, know it's all just probability fields and mostly nothingness.

I like you.

Perhaps I just like the clash and the feeling that we won't be apart, that we will exist as one. Silly me. That's why to break apart and become 2 separate entities feels like an agony.

It's all part of the experience. There can (imho) be too much closeness, it can become unbearable. I enjoy the feeling of separateness, because it means 1. I'm my own person, 2. I can have the fun of doing it again.

If one is cynical enough, atoms are an awful lot like love. People are lied to about what it is, the few who do know what's really going on, know it's all just probability fields and mostly nothingness.

This is not about love though.

This is not about love though.

You need to explain your OP because I've been here from the start and I still feel like I walked in mid-conversation.

You need to explain your OP because I've been here from the start and I still feel like I walked in mid-conversation.

*points and laughs*

I like you.
Yay!
This is not about love though.

Oh, I thought it was.

You need to explain your OP because I've been here from the start and I still feel like I walked in mid-conversation.

The act of two bodies, male and female, or otherwise, coming together, passionately exchanging (making love or whatever you feel like calling the act) feelings, becoming one and then, violently, as violently as they came together, falling apart to become 2 separate beings. To me, doing that, feels like destruction. It's agonizing. I wish I could keep the feeling of being one person forever. Did I explain it better?

Oh, I thought it was.

No, it's not about it. I don't want to think about it that way.

What boundaries? I'm confused.
misspelling. He meant bondages.

misspelling. He meant bondages.

Bonds... perhaps that explains it better.

The act of two bodies, male and female, or otherwise, coming together, passionately exchanging (making love or whatever you feel like calling the act) feelings, becoming one and then, violently, as violently as they came together, falling apart to become 2 separate beings. To me, doing that, feels like destruction. It's agonizing. I wish I could keep the feeling of being one person forever. Did I explain it better?

That does make more sense.

I'd never consider sex to be that important but I've had a few occasions in my life where I've met someone, male and female, and become very close to them in a short period of time only for circumstance to seperate us, sometimes over the course of a single night. That hurts.

That does make more sense.

I'd never consider sex to be that important but I've had a few occasions in my life where I've met someone, male and female, and become very close to them in a short period of time only for circumstance to seperate us, sometimes over the course of a single night. That hurts.

Yes... yes... that's what it feels like.

The act of two bodies, male and female, or otherwise, coming together, passionately exchanging (making love or whatever you feel like calling the act) feelings, becoming one and then, violently, as violently as they came together, falling apart to become 2 separate beings. To me, doing that, feels like destruction. It's agonizing. I wish I could keep the feeling of being one person forever. Did I explain it better?

I understand basically what you're saying, although perhaps not on the same plane. One of my favorite things is to not detach, but to remain connected for the rest of the night. This gives a greater feeling of intimacy and feeling (in my mind) and grants a nice long time of remaining in that one-body frame of mind.

Also, if I have a good dream, she knows it right away. *scampers away*

I understand basically what you're saying, although perhaps not on the same plane. One of my favorite things is to not detach, but to remain connected for the rest of the night. This gives a greater feeling of intimacy and feeling (in my mind) and grants a nice long time of remaining in that one-body frame of mind.

I think it's time to close my eyes and, like a ghost, drift to bed. I can't form any coherent thoughts at the moment. Nothing worth typing.

I understand basically what you're saying, although perhaps not on the same plane. One of my favorite things is to not detach, but to remain connected for the rest of the night. This gives a greater feeling of intimacy and feeling (in my mind) and grants a nice long time of remaining in that one-body frame of mind.
...and if she turns around in her sleep?

The act of two bodies, male and female, or otherwise, coming together, passionately exchanging (making love or whatever you feel like calling the act) feelings, becoming one and then, violently, as violently as they came together, falling apart to become 2 separate beings. To me, doing that, feels like destruction. It's agonizing. I wish I could keep the feeling of being one person forever. Did I explain it better?

when something like that happens and you feel at one with another person it is like delving into a book you may feel like you're a part of the story, you can read it, re-read it, move on to a new book, or if its a terrible book (and i dont mean the analogy of terrible sex but instead a bad connection) you can quit reading halfway through; but in the end you cant live your life in it and if you did you wouldn't fully appreciate what a beautiful experience it is

...and if she turns around in her sleep?

Either separation in sleep, or severe pain. It depends on the nature of the turning.

If one is cynical enough, atoms are an awful lot like love. People are lied to about what it is, the few who do know what's really going on, know it's all just probability fields and mostly nothingness.

"I'm not really here; just more likely to be here than not."?

Either separation in sleep, or severe pain. It depends on the nature of the turning.

You're a brave man, Galloism, a gambler of fate!

You're a brave man, Galloism, a gambler of fate!

Actually, I always keep an ace in the hole.

So to speak.

I enjoy a good cuddle afterwards, if that's what you're on about.

What boundaries? I'm confused.
That I am me and she is she (And we are we and we just stick together... sorry, couldn't resist). In all seriousness, I've found that there are times when I need both my own space and my own interests. My wife needs the same and that's ok because it makes the times when we do come together (both physically and mentally) all that much sweeter.

Perhaps I just like the clash and the feeling that we won't be apart, that we will exist as one. Silly me. That's why to break apart and become 2 separate entities feels like an agony.
But to keep going as one... I think it looses something, no? If nothing else, you end up with nothing left to discover and then your relationship dissolves.

That I am me and she is she (And we are we and we just stick together... sorry, couldn't resist). In all seriousness, I've found that there are times when I need both my own space and my own interests. My wife needs the same and that's ok because it makes the times when we do come together (both physically and mentally) all that much sweeter.

I guess I have a very odd view on relationships. Every relationship I ever had that was truly serious (contemplating rest-of-life type stuff), my mental image of the world extended so that she was always a part of decisions I made. Her needs are viewed in my mind as being as important as mine, and so she was considered to be... almost a part of my own body, if that makes any sense.

If she's cut, I bleed - that sort of thing.

I guess I have a very odd view on relationships. Every relationship I ever had that was truly serious (contemplating rest-of-life type stuff), my mental image of the world extended so that she was always a part of decisions I made. Her needs are viewed in my mind as being as important as mine, and so she was considered to be... almost a part of my own body, if that makes any sense.

If she's cut, I bleed - that sort of thing.
Oh don't get me wrong. I put my wife's needs before mine, and she puts mine before her's (Which means making decisions around here can take a lot of time, let me tell you). She, along with my son, is the major focal point of my life, that said... there are areas in which we keep to ourselves. A lot of time these are due to lack of interest in the other's hobbies. I like Star Trek, my wife does not. I am active on NSG, my wife couldn't care less about it. My wife loves to garden, I kill plants by just looking at them. She enjoys weepy type of dramas and I am bored silly by them. She has a circle of friends that she keeps, and I have mine.

All of which is ok because they allow us to keep growing as adults, and that growth allows our relationship to grow more because there is always something to discover and talk about.

I know it's romantic to say that you want to spend every minute of every day with one person, but the honest truth is that it couldn't last. Eventually you'd run out of stuff to talk about and explore. If you know everything about each other, where can a relationship go to?

That's why going back into my own boundaries feels good sometimes because I can discover something new about my self and then share it with her.

Hm, passion is something to do with pain and Lent, isn't it?

That sounds like a good thing.

As for close attachments, I did get a wad of gum stuck onto the bottom of my shoe today. I felt seriously enmeshed, and a great deal of passionate wrestling did ensue.

This thread makes my head hurt.

It feels like a transfer of kinetic energy.

You know, I can say I pretty much forgot what thats like. I havn't really had passionate feelings about anyone in going on 2 or 3 years. I don't see it changing either.

That makes me sound pathetic.

Thanks for sharing, everyone. Thread ran its course. The mods can lock it when they see fit.

That makes me sound pathetic.

This is NSG. You can't possibly be more pathetic than us.

Thanks for sharing, everyone. Thread ran its course. The mods can lock it when they see fit.

But what if there are more people who want to share their feelings on the matter?:(
(Not me of course)

And what happened to your avatar?

Thanks for sharing, everyone. Thread ran its course. The mods can lock it when they see fit.

Too late for me to chime in?

Too late for fiesty if flawed analogies between fucking and the photoelectric effect, as we couple with one another's light, pushing ourselves to the excited state, only to return, grounded, emitting the waves back out and wondering who gets to sleep in the wet spot?

Too late for those uncollapsed stochastic curving forms to be likened to the fickle flesh in which we swim?

We can't measure with precision both the position of our passion and its velocity of vitality, we are forever uncertain of being loving or loved, and we will bend to the stearic strains of each affair until the bond breaks and releases the energy into another system...

Until we're all, everywhere, all fucked out, heat death in every heart, no differential of want and wanting to make so much as a kiss.

Too late, after all.

Too late for me to chime in?

Too late for fiesty if flawed analogies between fucking and the photoelectric effect, as we couple with one another's light, pushing ourselves to the excited state, only to return, grounded, emitting the waves back out and wondering who gets to sleep in the wet spot?

Too late for those uncollapsed stochastic curving forms to be likened to the fickle flesh in which we swim?

We can't measure with precision both the position of our passion and its velocity of vitality, we are forever uncertain of being loving or loved, and we will bend to the stearic strains of each affair until the bond breaks and releases the energy into another system...

Until we're all, everywhere, all fucked out, heat death in every heart, no differential of want and wanting to make so much as a kiss.

Too late, after all.

Why do you have the annoying capacity to make me cry whenever I read some of your posts as of late? What is it with me? Damn this all to hell!

I needed to read and didn't need to read this to draw my own conclusions! Now I'm raving, raving on a stupid forum. Pixels upon pixels of my own idiocy at posting this stupid thread and my fucking tongue for blurting what should've stayed hidden inside of me. What did I think I was going to get out of it?! What!? Nothing. That's what I got.

Why do you have the annoying capacity to make me cry whenever I read some of your posts as of late? What is it with me? Damn this all to hell!

I needed to read and didn't need to read this to draw my own conclusions! Now I'm raving, raving on a stupid forum. Pixels upon pixels of my own idiocy at posting this stupid thread and my fucking tongue for blurting what should've stayed hidden inside of me. What did I think I was going to get out of it?! What!? Nothing. That's what I got.

I think you need to calm down. You know how to reach me should you need a pep talk.

It feels like a transfer of kinetic energy.
My parents did a lot of that. Mostly with each other, but sometimes I think my Dad was very concerned that his children not feel left out of that great family tradition. Fortunately, everything washes out in cold water. Hydrogen peroxide and soda crystals are useful, too.

you have me thinking about particle physics at 2 in the morning, when i need sleep, damnit!

regarding people though, it depends what you mean. i'm understanding 'coming together' as 'being close', in an emotional way. so, obviously, that's awesome. but i don't find breaking away from that hard, nor does it go away very quickly. that special closeness tends to stay for the rest of the day... unless there's an arguement or something, of course :P

The act of two bodies, male and female, or otherwise, coming together, passionately exchanging (making love or whatever you feel like calling the act) feelings, becoming one and then, violently, as violently as they came together, falling apart to become 2 separate beings. To me, doing that, feels like destruction. It's agonizing. I wish I could keep the feeling of being one person forever. Did I explain it better?

Physics tell us that two object may not occupy the same physical space at the same time. This must be true about what you speak of as well. There is no true ability to remain that closely intertwined with another being. What you are looking for must be mutually exclusive. The only way to change it is to change your desired outcome. If you do not attempt to remain in that individual state of consciousness then the end result will be more pleasing to you. Generally, the more violent the collision the more violent the repulsion and/or destruction.

Lovers? Not necessarily. But NSG, how would you describe the act of coming together, meshing, passionately exchanging something and then coming apart? How does it feel to be into the "oneness" of the moment? And doesn't falling apart feel like destruction?

I could say that it's like being into the oneness with a giant Sachertorte, only much better and much more.
As for the falling apart it doesn't feel like destruction. Generally I'm too exhausted to feel anything at that moment.

Would you do anything to keep that feeling of being one going?

Yes, apart from taking Viagra, which is bad for my coronaries.

Why do you have the annoying capacity to make me cry whenever I read some of your posts as of late? What is it with me? Damn this all to hell!

I needed to read and didn't need to read this to draw my own conclusions! Now I'm raving, raving on a stupid forum. Pixels upon pixels of my own idiocy at posting this stupid thread and my fucking tongue for blurting what should've stayed hidden inside of me. What did I think I was going to get out of it?! What!? Nothing. That's what I got.

Stupid thread? A thread about a vital human experience, you call it idiocy to post?

In this oft stagnant mess of threads, where the pantheons are dragged down for pissing contests by proxie, the kings of the earth are cursed and praised in predictable turns, and the only questions likely to be truly answered will be found on the Battle Star Galactica thread, your thread was one of the least stupid.

That's why I always read your posts.

Too late for me to chime in?

Too late for fiesty if flawed analogies between fucking and the photoelectric effect, as we couple with one another's light, pushing ourselves to the excited state, only to return, grounded, emitting the waves back out and wondering who gets to sleep in the wet spot?

Too late for those uncollapsed stochastic curving forms to be likened to the fickle flesh in which we swim?

We can't measure with precision both the position of our passion and its velocity of vitality, we are forever uncertain of being loving or loved, and we will bend to the stearic strains of each affair until the bond breaks and releases the energy into another system...

Until we're all, everywhere, all fucked out, heat death in every heart, no differential of want and wanting to make so much as a kiss.

Too late, after all.

God I want to be you.

God I want to be you.

I hope you're being sarcastic.

I'm only going to "be" anything until April 15th. The last episode of "100 Bullets" was supposed to come out last week, but it was delayed again. When it finally comes out, Saint Curie (my first NSG nation), is going to put a rifle in his mouth.

I'm returning to my home dimension, Jhahannam without a goatee is going back to Straughn's brain and taking Hammurab with him, Baldwin for Christ is going to light himself on fire in front of Planned Parenthood to protest gay marriage (I know, we tried to explain it to him, but, you know), Sgt Toomey is going to a veteran's hospital, and the Ghost of Ayn Rand is being reincarnated in Africa.

Now, apparently, if instead of being discrete, independently sentient beings, we're really all the same person, there is some slight possibility that Saint Curie's death will actually kill all of us.

So, in case that winds up being the situation, you probably don't want to be me.

I hope you're being sarcastic.

I'm only going to "be" anything until April 15th. The last episode of "100 Bullets" was supposed to come out last week, but it was delayed again. When it finally comes out, Saint Curie (my first NSG nation), is going to put a rifle in his mouth.

I'm returning to my home dimension, Jhahannam without a goatee is going back to Straughn's brain and taking Hammurab with him, Baldwin for Christ is going to light himself on fire in front of Planned Parenthood to protest gay marriage (I know, we tried to explain it to him, but, you know), Sgt Toomey is going to a veteran's hospital, and the Ghost of Ayn Rand is being reincarnated in Africa.

Now, apparently, if instead of being discrete, independently sentient beings, we're really all the same person, there is some slight possibility that Saint Curie's death will actually kill all of us.

So, in case that winds up being the situation, you probably don't want to be me.

But you have a fantastic way with words......and a goatee.

What man wouldn't want these gifts, even if only for a short time?

Lovers? Not necessarily. But NSG, how would you describe the act of coming together, meshing, passionately exchanging something and then coming apart?

Are you describing knitting?

How does it feel to be into the "oneness" of the moment?

Like a skilled Buddhist?

And doesn't falling apart feel like destruction?
Would you do anything to keep that feeling of being one going?

Like Liberation; freedom to go and get some pizza from the fridge, freedom to get some feeling back into your arm, freedom to go to sleep. Freedom to experience bittersweet longing that makes the eventual reunion so much more intense.

But you have a fantastic way with words......and a goatee.

What man wouldn't want these gifts, even if only for a short time?

You're kind, but my gifts are meager, and the pain of the arguments in my head are making me less cogent by the day. Even my efforts here are in decline.

And, more on thread topic, I'm not getting laid all that much these days.

You're kind, but my gifts are meager, and the pain of the arguments in my head are making me less cogent by the day. Even my efforts here are in decline.

And, more on thread topic, I'm not getting laid all that much these days.

I wouldn't worry about it.

I've seen Fight Club and the only side effect to putting a gun in you mouth when you're schizephrenic is a hole in your jaw, and you get to keep nailing Helena Bonam Carter.

I wouldn't worry about it.

I've seen Fight Club and the only side effect to putting a gun in you mouth when you're schizephrenic is a hole in your jaw, and you get to keep nailing Helena Bonam Carter.

If my life was cool enough for a Pixies soundtrack, that would be awesome.

More my speed is a "Roy Orbison" cover band playing to 2 truckers and a recovering meth addict in the Champagne Lounge across from the ghetto mall in the lame part of Vegas.

Rupert/Jack earned, in his bizarre way, the opportunity for sweaty dysfunctional psychodramatic humping with the tight limey. If I want dirty sex with a dirty girl, I have to stop at an ATM first.

And these days....insufficient funds.

If my life was cool enough for a Pixies soundtrack, that would be awesome.

More my speed is a "Roy Orbison" cover band playing to 2 truckers and a recovering meth addict in the Champagne Lounge across from the ghetto mall in the lame part of Vegas.

Rupert/Jack earned, in his bizarre way, the opportunity for sweaty dysfunctional psychodramatic humping with the tight limey. If I want dirty sex with a dirty girl, I have to stop at an ATM first.

And these days....insufficient funds.

Either that or attempt to blow up all the major financial institutions in the US.

You'd probably find a lot of help these days and it'd finally convince me that NSGers actually have lives away from the internet.

The only possible downside would be that you die in the firefight before your nefarious plan come to fruition and that's not so bad considering one of your personalities is willing to put a gun in his mouth as it is.

On the flipside, you might find that filthy little trollop all of your own during the bizarre journey you would inevitably need to take before afore mentioned shootout and maybe your newly blossomed sense of humanity and morality would save you after all.



I get to watch for it on the news so it's win-win for me.

Either that or attempt to blow up all the major financial institutions in the US.

You'd probably find a lot of help these days and it'd finally convince me that NSGers actually have lives away from the internet.

The only possible downside would be that you die in the firefight before your nefarious plan come to fruition and that's not so bad considering one of your personalities is willing to put a gun in his mouth as it is.

On the flipside, you might find that filthy little trollop all of your own during the bizarre journey you would inevitably need to take before afore mentioned shootout and maybe your newly blossomed sense of humanity and morality would save you after all.



I get to watch for it on the news so it's win-win for me.

What was it Clancy said? "The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense."

I have about as much potential for profound experience a la "Fight Club" as the average street kid has of becoming a wealthy musician or pro athlete. Its non-zero, but still not statistically significant.

I used to dream about being a brilliant writer, physicist, lawyer, or AI researcher specializing in cognitive architecture...

...and then I found out that its a lot like actually meeting Helena Bonham Carter. You get to see how hot she actually is, but you aren't actually brilliant enough to get to fuck her.

There are many who are so Gifted that their dreams are well met...but for many more of us, including me, colliding with our dream was something we should have avoided. To cross paths with your dream is a test, and not everyone passes.

I think we should go back to discussing Nanatsu's sex life.

I have about as much potential for profound experience a la "Fight Club" as the average street kid has of becoming a wealthy musician or pro athlete. Its non-zero, but still not statistically significant.

I used to dream about being a brilliant writer, physicist, lawyer, or AI researcher specializing in cognitive architecture...

...and then I found out that its a lot like actually meeting Helena Bonham Carter. You get to see how hot she actually is, but you aren't actually brilliant enough to get to fuck her.

Perhaps therein lies your problem. You look for a profound experience instead of appreciating how amazing it is that the sun comes up every morning, how many hugely improbable coincidences come together every day just to make that yellow ball pop above the horizon.

Anyway, back to sex.

I'm horny.

Perhaps therein lies your problem. You look for a profound experience instead of appreciating how amazing it is that the sun comes up every morning, how many hugely improbable coincidences come together every day just to make that yellow ball pop above the horizon.


Although there may be some events evoked by a wide range of coincidences, the behaviour of the sun is largely predictable, even by simplistic newtonian modeling.

In a continuum of outcomes, any single discrete outcome is "hugely improbable", but at least one will actually happen. Takes the wonder out of it.

I'm sure I found it fascinating the first few times. Its less fascinating now.



Anyway, back to sex.

I'm horny.

Yeah. Its a natural urge. THE natural urge, I suppose. Not to marginalize the asexual folks, but for the general case, I think the appetite to plant the flag in some nice and dewey undiscovered country is a good thing.

Actually, the ladies I tend towards have usually welcomed many a banner before me, but it still feels new to me!

Although there may be some events evoked by a wide range of coincidences, the behaviour of the sun is largely predictable, even by simplistic newtonian modeling.

In a continuum of outcomes, any single discrete outcome is "hugely improbable", but at least one will actually happen. Takes the wonder out of it.

I'm sure I found it fascinating the first few times. Its less fascinating now.

Even simplistic Newtonian physics is predicated on a number of very fortunate coincidences when it comes to the exact make up of the universe. It's those coincidences that I find wonderful.

Yeah. Its a natural urge. THE natural urge, I suppose. Not to marginalize the asexual folks, but for the general case, I think the appetite to plant the flag in some nice and dewey undiscovered country is a good thing.

Actually, the ladies I tend towards have usually welcomed many a banner before me, but it still feels new to me!

In that case I hope to use your colours case. :)

Even simplistic Newtonian physics is predicated on a number of very fortunate coincidences when it comes to the exact make up of the universe. It's those coincidences that I find wonderful.

But that's the thing, any discrete outcome will result in an "exact" make up, that will have resulted from coincidences that are simply the narrowing of a much wider range of concidences that DIDN'T happen.

And any of the other outcomes will have been just as "unlikely". The outcome that has occurred, ours, is no more coincidental than any other set that could have occurred.

If the egg after me had been fertilized instead of me, that person could just as easily be sitting around thinking its wonderful.

If the "amazing coincidences" had resulted in this solar system being one millionth of a galactic radian closer, or farther away, its no more impressive.

If this planets tilt had been a degree off, but some other planet elsehwere's had been a degree closer, and different things of a different sort became self aware, its no more or less impressive.

We so badly want, even need, to think that this outcome, these coincidences, are oh so special, because it helps us cope. But in any complex system, there will always be coincidences in the final outcome. This superimposition, this arbitrary assignment of relevance to the systemic states of observable outcomes...there's not a lot of wonder in it.

The likelihood of any given specific outcome in a continuum of potentials asymptotically approaches zero, yet there will be some outcome. The one we have isn't any more impressive than any of the others could have been.


In that case I hope to use your colours case. :)

Whats a colours case?

But that's the thing, any discrete outcome will result in an "exact" make up, that will have resulted from coincidences that are simply the narrowing of a much wider range of concidences that DIDN'T happen.

And any of the other outcomes will have been just as "unlikely". The outcome that has occurred, ours, is no more coincidental than any other set that could have occurred.

If the egg after me had been fertilized instead of me, that person could just as easily be sitting around thinking its wonderful.

If the "amazing coincidences" had resulted in this solar system being one millionth of a galactic radian closer, or farther away, its no more impressive.

If this planets tilt had been a degree off, but some other planet elsehwere's had been a degree closer, and different things of a different sort became self aware, its no more or less impressive.

We so badly want, even need, to think that this outcome, these coincidences, are oh so special, because it helps us cope. But in any complex system, there will always be coincidences in the final outcome. This superimposition, this arbitrary assignment of relevance to the systemic states of observable outcomes...there's not a lot of wonder in it.

The likelihood of any given specific outcome in a continuum of potentials asymptotically approaches zero, yet there will be some outcome. The one we have isn't any more impressive than any of the others could have been.

Whatever dude. At least none of my personalities want to shoot themselves because a TV show has finished. ;)

Whats a colours case?

A long, slim leather case used to protect the colours of a regiment, their 'banner' if you will, from harm. It was a euphymism for a condom.

Whatever dude. At least none of my personalities want to shoot themselves because a TV show has finished. ;)

100 Bullets is a comic book, not a tv show. It might be a good tv show, would depend largely on the casting.

Actually, Saint Curie has wanted to shoot himself for many years, he's only built up the stones for it. But he's been reading this comic book for 8 1/2 years, and this last issue is the culmination of all the story arcs. He can't miss it.


A long, slim leather case used to protect the colours of a regiment, their 'banner' if you will, from harm.

Aaaaah, okay, gotcha. Cool, were you in the service or something?

Aaaaah, okay, gotcha. Cool, were you in the service or something?

Briefly, something about about running, pointless tasks to encourage 'teamwork' and a big hairy sergent who wanted me to turn gay just for him just didn't seem to agree with me. I lasted about 2 years.

That big sergent was one collison I didn't want to extend. (vague nod to topic of the thread)

Briefly, something about about running, pointless tasks to encourage 'teamwork' and a big hairy sergent who wanted me to turn gay just for him just didn't seem to agree with me. I lasted about 2 years.

Ah...so, the NCO wanted to "collide" his, um, advanced recon unit with your...rear eschelon?

Sorry, I'm not familiar with military terminology.

2 Years doesn't sound bad. What's a typical term of service in your country?

Jhahannam (without a beard) wants to join the French Foreign Legion, but we're 99% sure they'll reject him.

Ah...so, the NCO wanted to "collide" his, um, advanced recon unit with your...rear eschelon?

Sorry, I'm not familiar with military terminology.

2 Years doesn't sound bad. What's a typical term of service in your country?

Jhahannam (without a beard) wants to join the French Foreign Legion, but we're 99% sure they'll reject him.

Depends what you sign up for. 3 years is about the basic minimum.

I was in the TA so not real military, until just after I left and then they all started getting sent to various warm sandy countries to get shot at.

Depends what you sign up for. 3 years is about the basic minimum.

I was in the TA so not real military, until just after I left and then they all started getting sent to various warm sandy countries to get shot at.

Ah, I had to google that, "Territorial Army".

So as not to thread jack, I'll start a new thread on this.

Stupid thread? A thread about a vital human experience, you call it idiocy to post?

In this oft stagnant mess of threads, where the pantheons are dragged down for pissing contests by proxie, the kings of the earth are cursed and praised in predictable turns, and the only questions likely to be truly answered will be found on the Battle Star Galactica thread, your thread was one of the least stupid.

That's why I always read your posts.

If I could, I would hug you... if not for you, for my meager self.

If I could, I would hug you... if not for you, for my meager self.

If some miracle occurred and I went to France, and survived, and became whole, I'd take some of my leave and go to the Tavern of the Cats in Spain...

If some miracle occurred and I went to France, and survived, and became whole, I'd take some of my leave and go to the Tavern of the Cats in Spain...

And search for the heart of Asturias? My ears were taken off, much like Yun Kouga's canon, making love takes away innocence, it takes away the ears. Still, la taverna de los gatos is open to you.

And search for the heart of Asturias? My ears were taken off, much like Yun Kouga's canon, making love takes away innocence, it takes away the ears. Still, la taverna de los gatos is open to you.

Your cat ears may sit next to your wadded up dress on the kitchen counter, but your claws will still find the back of whatever lucky man trades for your innocence.

Your cat ears may sit next to your wadded up dress on the kitchen counter, but your claws will still find the back of whatever lucky man trades for your innocence.

Nope, he took the ears, much like he took everything else of me. But I am satiated.

Nope, he took the ears, much like he took everything else of me. But I am satiated.

No one can take your ears. However one can chose to let them go.

This is an area in which I feel I can speak with a little authority.

No one can take your ears. However one can chose to let them go.

This is an area in which I feel I can speak with a little authority.

Ok, then I chose to let him take them away. I chose to let my ears go. I chose to collide with my own self in search of his completion. Yes, I no longer have my ears.

Ok, then I chose to let him take them away. I chose to let my ears go. I chose to collide with my own self in search of his completion. Yes, I no longer have my ears.

Again I feel as though I strayed into waters too deep for my comprehension.

I leave this thread as I entered, confused and a little hungry.

Again I feel as though I strayed into waters too deep for my comprehension.

I leave this thread as I entered, confused and a little hungry.

Sayonara...

*sighs*

Forget this.I've had people thrash their way through me. It's an issue of momentum and the cuspate nature a lover so often bares.
Can't say i've ever really recovered, but *shrug*

when two bodies collide, it isn't the itty bitty particles, with more space between them then anything else, and would thus VERY probably pass through one another with no problem at all, but rather for the almost infinitely most part, the energy forces binding those particles in the relationship they have to one another that do the actual colliding.

its those forces that create the illusion of solidness to 'solid' objects.

This is NSG. You can't possibly be more pathetic than us.

How so? Forgetting what its like to share passion isn't on the top of the list for pathetic? For the last 8 months I end up hating every woman I get attracted to, they always end up being too stupid, too bubbly, too slutty looking, too grumpy, too short, drinks too much, sleeps too much, wants too much attention... its not even normal or rational for me to be like that. I am pretty pathetic right now Galloism...

I've had people thrash their way through me. It's an issue of momentum and the cuspate nature a lover so often bares.
Can't say i've ever really recovered, but *shrug*

Would you want to recover from it?

Ok, then I chose to let him take them away. I chose to let my ears go.

Those were not your ears, nana-shan - those were just symbols. You're real cat ears aren't out in the open where just anyone can see them.

Those were not your ears, nana-shan - those were just symbols. You're real cat ears aren't out in the open where just anyone can see them.

Grave-chama... I know, those were just symbols of enticing things. The feline is still there, just not in any hurry to show itself.:wink:

I think that these days I'm just running into a wall, repeatedly, and maybe that's for the better.

Ephemeral. Memorable. Systematic. Instinctive. Mechanical. Fluid. Gooey.

Ephemeral. Memorable. Systematic. Instinctive. Mechanical. Fluid. Gooey.

Why, its greased lightning.

Why, its greased lightning.

While lubrication of some kind is ideal, you greatly underestimate my stamina.

While lubrication of some kind is ideal, you greatly underestimate my stamina.

You're like the lightning in the nebula that Kirk chased Khan around in...just keeps going.

Or maybe the lightning from that guy from the Three Storms in Big Trouble in Little China...what was his name...I think it was Lightning. I bet he got action all day with that kind of charge...

You're like the lightning in the nebula that Kirk chased Khan around in...just keeps going.

Or maybe the lightning from that guy from the Three Storms in Big Trouble in Little China...what was his name...I think it was Lightning. I bet he got action all day with that kind of charge...

Comparing my sexual prowess to Star Trek is at once supremely awesome and painfully lame. Bravo!

Wow, now I want to watch all those films. I haven't even seen Tron yet but I want to watch them all right now preferably simultaneously and think about them in that context.

Would you want to recover from it?I guess it's a matter of appreciating the value of the information, but not necessarily the cost.
Maybe a bit on the absurdly-romantic side to think that i should've been treated better, given my intentions.
Some regrets, but not many.

I guess it's a matter of appreciating the value of the information, but not necessarily the cost.
Maybe a bit on the absurdly-romantic side to think that i should've been treated better, given my intentions.
Some regrets, but not many.

I still can't get past the feeling of utter agony when the bodies fall apart. It feels like a part of me vanishes when his body is away from mine.

Wow, now I want to watch all those films. I haven't even seen Tron yet but I want to watch them all right now preferably simultaneously and think about them in that context.

You should definitely see Tron. It was a groundbreaker.
Operation: Turn thread about sex into thread about Tron - Success.

Lovers? Not necessarily. But NSG, how would you describe the act of coming together, meshing, passionately exchanging something and then coming apart? How does it feel to be into the "oneness" of the moment? And doesn't falling apart feel like destruction?

Would you do anything to keep that feeling of being one going?

I would call that Normal interaction. when people 'come together' then 'come apart' they do take a bit of the other person with them. wether it be their point of view, their ideas or just the experience of meeting that person. how much they take away depends on how much intergration there is in the togetherness.

Wether it be Lovers, Friends, or just aquaintances, it's just levels of interaction.

Nanatsu's sleepy. -0-

Nanatsu's sleepy. -0-
Nighty nite! :)

I miss the old Smile Smilie... this one is just too...

Nighty nite! :)

I miss the old Smile Smilie... this one is just too...

Yeah, that one was more, I don't know, frank. :tongue: