The strip scrolled off the screen when I started to comment.Does Karma still exist? Is she still not sure if there is or is not a plant that may or may not be called bamboo that may or may not be situated behind her?
I wish I still had the book that contained this plus the first half of the limerick pair (this is the second half but I can never remember all of the first half):Dear Sir: Your astonishment’s odd;I am always about in the Quad;And that’s why this treeWill continue to be,Since observed by Yours Faithfully, GOD!
Whatever sub-atomic particles choose to do in the privacy of their homes is their business, but that cat is either alive or dead, period. Your mind is too open, Skulker; be careful what you allow in.
`He [The Red King] is dreaming now,’ said Tweedledee: `and what do you think he’s dreaming about?’Alice said `Nobody can guess that.’`Why, about you!’ Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. `And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?’`Where I am now, of course,’ said Alice.`Not you!’ Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. `You’d be nowhere. Why, you’re only a sort of thing in his dream!’`If that there King was to wake,’ added Tweedledum, `you’d go out– bang!–just like a candle!’`I shouldn’t!’ Alice exclaimed indignantly. `Besides, if I’m only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?’`Ditto,’ said Tweedledum.`Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee.He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn’t help saying `Hush! You’ll be waking him, I’m afraid, if you make so much noise.’`Well, it’s no use your talking about waking him,’ said Tweedledum, `when you’re only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you’re not real.’`I am real!’ said Alice, and began to cry.`You won’t make yourself a bit realer by crying,’ Tweedledee remarked: `there’s nothing to cry about.’`If I wasn’t real,’ Alice said–half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous–`I shouldn’t be able to cry.’`I hope you don’t suppose those are real tears?’ Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
From Babylon 5:Citizen G’Kar: If I take a lamp and shine it toward the wall, a bright spot will appear on the wall. The lamp is our search for truth… for understanding. Too often, we assume that the light on the wall is God, but the light is not the goal of the search, it is the result of the search. The more intense the search, the brighter the light on the wall. The brighter the light on the wall, the greater the sense of revelation upon seeing it. Similarly, someone who does not search – who does not bring a lantern – sees nothing. What we perceive as God is the by-product of our search for God. It may simply be an appreciation of the light… pure and unblemished… not understanding that it comes from us. Sometimes we stand in front of the light and assume that we are the center of the universe – God looks astonishingly like we do – or we turn to look at our shadow and assume that all is darkness. If we allow ourselves to get in the way, we defeat the purpose, which is to use the light of our search to illuminate the wall in all its beauty and in all its flaws; and in so doing, better understand the world around us.
Sounds a bit egocentric for a human to say something doesn’t exist until he or we see it. Don’t worry about walking into that wall in a dark room because it doesn’t exist. A blind man can’t see you, so you don’t exist. The dinosaurs did not exist because we were not there to see them.
niaje over 13 years ago
anyone else think schrodinger’s cat is a pile of digested bamboo?
TheSkulker over 13 years ago
Not when working computers based on the superposition principle that Schrödinger described have already built. Better open your mind up a little.
Nebulous Premium Member over 13 years ago
The strip scrolled off the screen when I started to comment.Does Karma still exist? Is she still not sure if there is or is not a plant that may or may not be called bamboo that may or may not be situated behind her?
Sisyphos over 13 years ago
If a bamboo sprouts in the forest (and they grow extraordinarily fast), is it true that “The Shadow knows. The weed of crime bears bitter fruit…”?
Rakkav over 13 years ago
I wish I still had the book that contained this plus the first half of the limerick pair (this is the second half but I can never remember all of the first half):Dear Sir: Your astonishment’s odd;I am always about in the Quad;And that’s why this treeWill continue to be,Since observed by Yours Faithfully, GOD!
bdaverin over 13 years ago
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is!
mntim over 13 years ago
What happens to things when you forget where you put them?
PShaw0423 over 13 years ago
If no one is reading your comment, do you exist?
Xane_T over 13 years ago
Karma often isn’t real enough herself.
pschearer Premium Member over 13 years ago
Whatever sub-atomic particles choose to do in the privacy of their homes is their business, but that cat is either alive or dead, period. Your mind is too open, Skulker; be careful what you allow in.
bmonk over 13 years ago
`He [The Red King] is dreaming now,’ said Tweedledee: `and what do you think he’s dreaming about?’Alice said `Nobody can guess that.’`Why, about you!’ Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. `And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?’`Where I am now, of course,’ said Alice.`Not you!’ Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. `You’d be nowhere. Why, you’re only a sort of thing in his dream!’`If that there King was to wake,’ added Tweedledum, `you’d go out– bang!–just like a candle!’`I shouldn’t!’ Alice exclaimed indignantly. `Besides, if I’m only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?’`Ditto,’ said Tweedledum.`Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee.He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn’t help saying `Hush! You’ll be waking him, I’m afraid, if you make so much noise.’`Well, it’s no use your talking about waking him,’ said Tweedledum, `when you’re only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you’re not real.’`I am real!’ said Alice, and began to cry.`You won’t make yourself a bit realer by crying,’ Tweedledee remarked: `there’s nothing to cry about.’`If I wasn’t real,’ Alice said–half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous–`I shouldn’t be able to cry.’`I hope you don’t suppose those are real tears?’ Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
runar over 13 years ago
From Babylon 5:Citizen G’Kar: If I take a lamp and shine it toward the wall, a bright spot will appear on the wall. The lamp is our search for truth… for understanding. Too often, we assume that the light on the wall is God, but the light is not the goal of the search, it is the result of the search. The more intense the search, the brighter the light on the wall. The brighter the light on the wall, the greater the sense of revelation upon seeing it. Similarly, someone who does not search – who does not bring a lantern – sees nothing. What we perceive as God is the by-product of our search for God. It may simply be an appreciation of the light… pure and unblemished… not understanding that it comes from us. Sometimes we stand in front of the light and assume that we are the center of the universe – God looks astonishingly like we do – or we turn to look at our shadow and assume that all is darkness. If we allow ourselves to get in the way, we defeat the purpose, which is to use the light of our search to illuminate the wall in all its beauty and in all its flaws; and in so doing, better understand the world around us.
TheSkulker over 13 years ago
Please do not look into the laser with your remaining eyeball
Coyoty Premium Member over 13 years ago
J. Michael Straczynski.
The Life I Draw Upon over 13 years ago
If Karma is fictional, does she both exist and not exist. Does she only become real when we read her?
The Life I Draw Upon over 13 years ago
Sounds a bit egocentric for a human to say something doesn’t exist until he or we see it. Don’t worry about walking into that wall in a dark room because it doesn’t exist. A blind man can’t see you, so you don’t exist. The dinosaurs did not exist because we were not there to see them.