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17. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 11, 2015, 11:00 BobBob
 
Creston wrote on Mar 11, 2015, 10:02:
Only way to find out is to try it, dude. That's what I did.

Thank you for the encouragement. I wrote something below (comment #14). I've written other scenes with different themes (futuristic, sci-fi, environmental) but this one is the most simple and least philosophical. The main subject is actually the tree and the events that unfold around it during its lifetime. Well that is my plan for now. The question is my writing style lucid or hard to follow? I know it needs a lot of work.
 



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16. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 11, 2015, 10:02 Creston
 
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 16:34:
Verno wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 16:16:
Bob if you posted like this more often no one would care about the weather comments Well said.

Thank you Verno. That means a lot to me. I will try to refrain from 'weather trolling' from this point forward. Thumbsup Besides running my business, I aspire to become a writer someday. I don't know if I'm skilled enough to write a story.

Only way to find out is to try it, dude. That's what I did.
 
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15. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 11, 2015, 03:34 InBlack
 
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14. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 22:15 BobBob
 
Okay here goes .. my amateur writing. This particular sample is very simple and without much philosophy. I have more complicated stuff but I'm not sure it would be easy to follow. Giving this basic one a try. Please be honest, if I'm so bad, I should know the truth. Or if I have promise, that I should know as well. Thumbsup

Squeak, squeak ... creak. The bicycle was losing it's lubrication once again. These intense wet rains were quite refreshing and invigorating but torturous on bicycle parts. She stopped under a tree. It was dripping with desperation to shed the downpour from its scooping dark green leaves. Excited, without fear of others overhearing, she talked out loud, “Oh dear tree, thank you. You are my savior!” The tree itself was quite short in height but the density of the leaves and its half-oval shape was just enough to create a natural umbrella. She stood under her new companion. A sigh of relief.

Kickstand down. Back-pack open. Fumbling through her bag of tools. Where did I put it? Oh, that's it. It was a tiny little bottle she got from the dollar store. Perfectly small and secure to contain the few drops of oil necessary to get the bicycle back into action. A drop here, a drop there. Especially the pedals. They got quite dry (rubbing metal to metal) due to the violent splashing from reckless car drivers. These streets don't drain as well as they used to. Fine for cars but the bicyclists suffer from the run-off. As she squirted small oil drops into just the right spots the squeaking was alleviated. Dad always taught her, if it squeaks it's bound to break, keep it running smooth and it's yours forever. Her dad was quite the mechanically inclined person – unlike herself – she preferred to daydream and write.

The trickling and pattering sound of the rain stopped. A deep breath, rushing through her nose. The feeling of fresh after-rain air cooled and cleansed her lungs. Nothing is comparable. No more dust. No more exhaust smell from cars. It was perfect. But be-careful she thought to herself, the roads are slippery now. She hopped onto her bicycle, waving to her new tree friend – thinking toward the tree – “I'll remember where you are, we'll meet again for a picnic!” As she begin to peddle she could hear the deep intense roar of thunder. Beside her the windows of a house could be heard rattling in suspense. This was a new storm. A storm unlike any other. The rain was going to return. Better hurry up. As she continued riding, sirens begin to blare in the distance. The storm horn begin to make that crazy wobbling, throbbing, and piercing sound. It was this bad? What do I do? Riding home will take at least another hour.

Stopping for a moment to look behind her. She could see it. The funnel. Getting bigger and steadily heading her way. The trees begin to violently sway back and forth, until they started to bend in only one direction. That can only mean one thing. It started, strange crackling noises and banging sounds from the far distance. Cars unwillingly begin to move by themselves. Oh my God! She hopped off her bicycle to look around. No one in sight. How could I have missed the news? Why didn't anyone warn me? Running toward the nearest house, she banged on the door. No use. The residence, if they are there, they will just think it's the storm. Well, there's no choice now. She grabbed her bag and looked for her bicycle u-lock. She held it with both hands to make a clenched solid fist. Approaching the front window, she gathered up her strength and begin to hit it, again, again, and again. The window finally shattered but only partially. Taking off her helmet, she uses it to smash away the remaining fragments.

Prepared to jump into the house – she had a moment of clarity and thought to herself, 'Wait, my beloved bicycle!' Head down into the blowing winds, she stepped toward it. The bicycle felt incredibly heavy. She dragged it with all of her might, slipping into the ground. She cried, “No, please let me take my bicycle!” Suddenly, a boy inside the house, holding a bright flash light, noticed her. A psychic moment occurred – staring into her eyes – each sharing thoughts of fear and forebodement. Without thinking or speaking, he saw her predicament and ran to her distress. Helping her toss the bicycle into the house, he then yelled into the muffling wind, “Come on! You must come with me now!” She looked sadly at her bicycle, possibly for the last time, and ran with him down to the basement.

“You are so lucky I saw you. We needed to get more water.”, the boy explained. The house begin to rumble and shake. All of the lights suddenly went out. There was a swirling-howling-buzzing sound... as if though hundreds of saws were encasing the house and ready to cut it open. Not far from the truth, as the storm was using the entire neighborhood as a natural drill – every piece it picked up was used to destroy the next object. One neighbor's property and possessions were tragically being used as a weapon against another neighbor. The storm was a natural enemy to humans – without prejudice – with only one purpose – destruction.

Hours later, darkness, silence. Birds chirping in the distance. It must be safe now. As the boy opened the basement door, beams of sunlight blinded him. The clarity of the sky was immense. Too immense! Where is the house? All he could see were fragments of broken wood, shingles and pieces of the bathroom furniture - the bottom portion of a 'secured' toilet and a stubborn overturned bathtub.

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13. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 19:40 jdreyer
 
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 16:34:
Verno wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 16:16:
Bob if you posted like this more often no one would care about the weather comments Well said.

Thank you Verno. That means a lot to me. I will try to refrain from 'weather trolling' from this point forward. Thumbsup Besides running my business, I aspire to become a writer someday. I don't know if I'm skilled enough to write a story.

With the internet and self-publishing, there has never been a better time to be an author. So get crackin'! At the very least, you've got a small community here to spread the word. Also, let me know if you need an editor.
 
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12. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 18:11 BobBob
 
Cutter wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 17:54:
They're replaced entirely about 6 times over the course of your life, yet the youness of you still remains. I find that strange and unusual.

There's only one catch. That constant feeling of 'youness' relies entirely on your memory. When the brain is dead, so is the memory.
 



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11. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 17:54 Cutter
 
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 14:25:
It's the equivalent of saying, "Gravity is evident, for an object falls to the ground." Another person interjects, "No, that's not true, the object is falling toward the ground. The ground is lying on top of a liquid core with shifting land, and that land is on a planet orbiting a sun which itself is rotating millions of miles in a solar system that is spinning within a galaxy .. that galaxy is spinning in a vast cosmos -- so the object is really spinning in hundreds if not thousands of different directions and not actually falling."

On macro-cosmic perspective perhaps there is no 'death', but on a micro-singular-level, relative to the context of one's extremely limited perspective, death is the end of one's known existence -- or in this case consciousness as we know it -- or to refine it further: you will lose your identity; you will no longer be you.

You don't know that anymore than anyone else. And how can we lose that which we don't possess to begin with? I have a general sense of identity but that constantly changes. I'm certainly not who I was 20 years ago. Maybe that's why people flash on past lives, incorporation of racial/genetic memory incorporated from all the random free floating stuff. After all, the atoms you start with aren't the ones you finish with. They're replaced entirely about 6 times over the course of your life, yet the youness of you still remains. I find that strange and unusual.
 
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10. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 16:34 BobBob
 
Verno wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 16:16:
Bob if you posted like this more often no one would care about the weather comments Well said.

Thank you Verno. That means a lot to me. I will try to refrain from 'weather trolling' from this point forward. Thumbsup Besides running my business, I aspire to become a writer someday. I don't know if I'm skilled enough to write a story.

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9. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 16:31 Axis
 
Verno wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 16:16:
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 14:25:
Cutter wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 14:04:
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 11:54:
You'll have plenty of time to do nothing when you're dead. In fact, nothingness will last quite a bit longer than your life that you've lived, up to now - including the short time that remains. So don't worry, you'll be doing a lot of nothing for an eternity -- sooner or later.

No you won't because nothing ever really dies. That energy, those atoms, etc. are all used in other things. I don't know what but I think there is something "more". Reincarnation, after a fashion, is most likely. It would explain a lot.

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It's the equivalent of saying, "Gravity is evident, for an object falls to the ground." Another person interjects, "No, that's not true, the object is falling toward the ground. The ground is lying on top of a liquid core with shifting land, and that land is on a planet orbiting a sun which itself is rotating millions of miles in a solar system that is spinning within a galaxy .. that galaxy is spinning in a vast cosmos -- so the object is really spinning in hundreds if not thousands of different directions and not actually falling."

On macro-cosmic perspective perhaps there is no 'death', but on a micro-singular-level, relative to the context of one's extremely limited perspective, death is the end of one's known existence -- or in this case consciousness as we know it -- or to refine it further: you will lose your identity; you will no longer be you.

Bob if you posted like this more often no one would care about the weather comments Well said.

It's rare for me and never lasts long, but lucid dreaming will make you pause a bit - it's your conscious mind popping into your sub-conscience dream and controlling your own personal fantasy land for a little bit. The more improbable things you try to do will usually "wake" you up.

Truth is there's very little we understand about ourselves, let alone the universe.
 
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8. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 16:16 Verno
 
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 14:25:
Cutter wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 14:04:
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 11:54:
You'll have plenty of time to do nothing when you're dead. In fact, nothingness will last quite a bit longer than your life that you've lived, up to now - including the short time that remains. So don't worry, you'll be doing a lot of nothing for an eternity -- sooner or later.

No you won't because nothing ever really dies. That energy, those atoms, etc. are all used in other things. I don't know what but I think there is something "more". Reincarnation, after a fashion, is most likely. It would explain a lot.

Jean Luc Picard on Death



It's the equivalent of saying, "Gravity is evident, for an object falls to the ground." Another person interjects, "No, that's not true, the object is falling toward the ground. The ground is lying on top of a liquid core with shifting land, and that land is on a planet orbiting a sun which itself is rotating millions of miles in a solar system that is spinning within a galaxy .. that galaxy is spinning in a vast cosmos -- so the object is really spinning in hundreds if not thousands of different directions and not actually falling."

On macro-cosmic perspective perhaps there is no 'death', but on a micro-singular-level, relative to the context of one's extremely limited perspective, death is the end of one's known existence -- or in this case consciousness as we know it -- or to refine it further: you will lose your identity; you will no longer be you.

Bob if you posted like this more often no one would care about the weather comments Well said.
 
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7. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 16:07 Creston
 
"You don't need a million bucks to do nothing, man. My cousin's flat broke, he don't do shit!"

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6. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 14:25 BobBob
 
Cutter wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 14:04:
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 11:54:
You'll have plenty of time to do nothing when you're dead. In fact, nothingness will last quite a bit longer than your life that you've lived, up to now - including the short time that remains. So don't worry, you'll be doing a lot of nothing for an eternity -- sooner or later.

No you won't because nothing ever really dies. That energy, those atoms, etc. are all used in other things. I don't know what but I think there is something "more". Reincarnation, after a fashion, is most likely. It would explain a lot.

Jean Luc Picard on Death



It's the equivalent of saying, "Gravity is evident, for an object falls to the ground." Another person interjects, "No, that's not true, the object is falling toward the ground. The ground is lying on top of a liquid core with shifting land, and that land is on a planet orbiting a sun which itself is rotating millions of miles in a solar system that is spinning within a galaxy .. that galaxy is spinning in a vast cosmos -- so the object is really spinning in hundreds if not thousands of different directions and not actually falling."

On macro-cosmic perspective perhaps there is no 'death', but on a micro-singular-level, relative to the context of one's extremely limited perspective, death is the end of one's known existence -- or in this case consciousness as we know it -- or to refine it further: you will lose your identity; you will no longer be you.

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5. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 14:04 Cutter
 
BobBob wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 11:54:
You'll have plenty of time to do nothing when you're dead. In fact, nothingness will last quite a bit longer than your life that you've lived, up to now - including the short time that remains. So don't worry, you'll be doing a lot of nothing for an eternity -- sooner or later.

No you won't because nothing ever really dies. That energy, those atoms, etc. are all used in other things. I don't know what but I think there is something "more". Reincarnation, after a fashion, is most likely. It would explain a lot.

Jean Luc Picard on Death


 
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4. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 13:01 Dagnamit
 
I prefer websites that encourage you do to anything for forever.

http://zombo.com/
 
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3. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 11:54 BobBob
 
You'll have plenty of time to do nothing when you're dead. In fact, nothingness will last quite a bit longer than your life that you've lived, up to now - including the short time that remains. So don't worry, you'll be doing a lot of nothing for an eternity -- sooner or later.  



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2. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 11:20 MoreLuckThanSkill
 
Cutter wrote on Mar 10, 2015, 10:37:
If you're looking at a clock on a webpage than you're doing something.

Baby steps, baby steps.

You can't just jump into meditation from this nonstop cellphone/tablet/twitter/etc. world, people would be dying of shock.
 
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1. Re: Morning Metaverse Mar 10, 2015, 10:37 Cutter
 
If you're looking at a clock on a webpage than you're doing something.
 
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