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| Halcyon+On+On |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lews
than I don't know :( |
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| srussell0018 |
| Wait, so he's NOT God?!?! :eek: |
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| Lira |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lews
Berk as in a twat/idiot? That came from rhyming slang. What rhymes with hunt? :gsmile:
If berk has another meaning, than I don't know :( |
Oh, that bit I know...
| quote: | Originally posted by Lews
The spelling/pronouncing thing between Berk = Bark has always confused me, though. |
This is the bit I can't understand. If it comes from "Berkley Hunt" and "Berkley" is prounounced "Barkley", shouldn't it be "Bark" instead?
Ps.: Stunt, shunt, grunt, punt... and Kant :D |
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| Looney4Clooney |
| quote: | Originally posted by TheTrinity
1 = 1 implies equality of two things that are perfectly equal each other.
1 is itself is not the same thing as 1 = 1.
what you have to prove, is where 1 = 1 in the real world.
since we are using math to depict the world, 1 = 1 is the most simplest of math proofs, that needs to be proved in reality.
if we cannot prove 1 = 1 in reality, math should not be relied or applied heavily in the real world. |
but you can
Jon = Jon
in every given sense , at every single possible time interval , jon is equal to himself. What part of this do you see fault with. What ever jon does , what ever happens to jon, well it also happens to himself. It is redundant but that doesn't mean it can't be observed.
Show me an instance where 1 = 1 is not true.
x = x
they are the same. The conditions within which they occur do not matter because there is no comparison other than to itself at the time of comparison. |
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| TheTrinity |
| quote: | Originally posted by Looney4Clooney
but you can
Jon = Jon
in every given sense , at every single possible time interval , jon is equal to himself. What part of this do you see fault with. What ever jon does , what ever happens to jon, well it also happens to himself. It is redundant but that doesn't mean it can't be observed.
Show me an instance where 1 = 1 is not true.
x = x
they are the same. The conditions within which they occur do not matter because there is no comparison other than to itself at the time of comparison. |
you cant separate the theory of perfection, from the perfection of reality. |
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| Looney4Clooney |
| quote: | Originally posted by TheTrinity
you cant separate the theory of perfection, from the perfection of reality. |
could you elucidate on that thought and how it applies to my idea which is fairly simple. Where did i go wrong. |
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| TheTrinity |
| quote: | Originally posted by Looney4Clooney
could you elucidate on that thought and how it applies to my idea which is fairly simple. Where did i go wrong. |
math is viewed as perfection.
the universe functions and always obeys perfect laws.
math is viewed as perfection, but it is only an example of coherence.
math at this stage, is not absolutely coherent with reality. |
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| Ted Promo |
| Tripped convalescence I figured her eyes would return to mine when we reached the destination. Until then, I could only bear the burden that our telepathy had broken. The needle was still in her arm, however. And no matter how pale she may have ripened I new I could subjugate her vitality to the coarseness of my phallus, spilt chalice and wilted malice. I knew her curvature and I had purchased vacant Victorian furniture for her to bruise her temples on. We could create false memories in these ashen corners. And she would not be able to access them after twenty or so hours. A limited window to her pulse and the passing seconds. I shared with her my best in banal, carnal clawing, cloying clairvoyant vestigial sawing of the scars in each of us. The thinly slathered rust between our clipped emotions and the collective collaboration of each potion her veins dripped like silver rain on slick window panes on that day when you are trying to forget how you got to where you presently fade. Ah. Silent utopia. As you glimmer blue in the passing dusk. |
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| Vector A |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ted Promo
Tripped convalescence I figured her eyes would return to mine when we reached the destination. Until then, I could only bear the burden that our telepathy had broken. The needle was still in her arm, however. And no matter how pale she may have ripened I new I could subjugate her vitality to the coarseness of my phallus, spilt chalice and wilted malice. I knew her curvature and I had purchased vacant Victorian furniture for her to bruise her temples on. We could create false memories in these ashen corners. And she would not be able to access them after twenty or so hours. A limited window to her pulse and the passing seconds. I shared with her my best in banal, carnal clawing, cloying clairvoyant vestigial sawing of the scars in each of us. The thinly slathered rust between our clipped emotions and the collective collaboration of each potion her veins dripped like silver rain on slick window panes on that day when you are trying to forget how you got to where you presently fade. Ah. Silent utopia. As you glimmer blue in the passing dusk. |
Pot poetry? :D |
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