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   paradigmsearchposted 7 years ago

   "One" must have been a real barnburner.
   
   As for II, looking for peaceful.
   
   Am looking for meandering, happiness, optimistic posts about our labratdom.
   
   
   
   What say you?
   
   Edit: Am discussing life, not HP.

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   lobobrandonposted 7 years ago

   State your question or your initial statement, rat.

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      paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      The image kind of already does that?

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   lovetherainposted 7 years ago

   Do you literally think you are like a lab rat in maze? I am just curious, as this is a common theme for you.

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      paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Yes.

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         lovetherainposted 7 years agoin reply to this

         Do you see numbers? Synchronicities?

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            paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

            Nah, just empiricism.

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               Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years agoin reply to this

               Empiricism: the belief that human awareness is limited to that which manifests on the material plane as perceived by the five senses.

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                  paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                  Only partially. It is also based on logic. We see what we see, then we make working conclusions on that.
                  
                  When we see we are treated as lab rats, then we must conclude we are lab rats.

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                     paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                     Does anyone have a problem with that?

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                        Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                        who is treating us like lab rats?

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                           paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                           Observation.

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                              Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                              no. you started it, you finish it. Is it God? Is it the aliens? Is it me? Is it the President or the President elect? Is it the Globalists? Is it yo mama?

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                                 paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                                 You have my attention, would you like to play?

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                                    Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                                    Its always a question.

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                                       paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                                       Any time.

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                                          Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                                          any time for what, exactly?

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                                             paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

                                             It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
                                             
                                             And a cat named Kalamazoo,
                                             
                                             Left the city in a pickup truck.
                                             
                                             Gonna make some dreams come true.
                                             
                                             Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
                                             
                                             And the coyote bays at the moon.
                                             
                                             Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
                                             
                                             And a cat named Kalamazoo.
                                             
                                             
                                             If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
                                             
                                             About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
                                             
                                             But the cat was cool,
                                             
                                             And he never said a mumblin' word.
                                             
                                             
                                             Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
                                             
                                             Where they play a little cowboy tune.
                                             
                                             And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,
                                             
                                             By the name of Randy Boone.
                                             
                                             
                                             Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,
                                             
                                             And Della got a fire in her eye.
                                             
                                             The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
                                             
                                             And the cat had a shot of rye.
                                             
                                             
                                             If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
                                             
                                             About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
                                             
                                             But the cat was cool,
                                             
                                             And he never said a mumblin' word.
                                             
                                             
                                             Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
                                             
                                             And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
                                             
                                             He snorted his coke through a century note,
                                             
                                             And he swore that Boone would die.
                                             
                                             
                                             And the stage was set when the lights went out,
                                             
                                             There was death in Tucson town.
                                             
                                             Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
                                             
                                             But one stayed on the ground.
                                             
                                             
                                             If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
                                             
                                             About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
                                             
                                             But the cat was cool,
                                             
                                             And he never said a mumblin' word.
                                             
                                             
                                             If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
                                             
                                             About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
                                             
                                             But the cat was cool,
                                             
                                             And he never said a mumblin' word.
                                             
                                             
                                             Two shadows ran from the bar that night,
                                             
                                             And a dog and a cat ran too.
                                             
                                             And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,
                                             
                                             As down the road they flew.
                                             
                                             
                                             It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,
                                             
                                             And a cat named Kalamazoo.
                                             
                                             Left Tucson in a pickup truck.
                                             
                                             Gonna make some dreams come true.
                                             
                                             
                                             Yeah, yeah, yeah.
                                             
                                             
                                             If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
                                             
                                             About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
                                             
                                             But the cat was cool,
                                             
                                             And he never said a mumblin' word.
                                             
                                             
                                             To fade.
                                             
                                             
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                                             Hoyt Axton ~ Della and the Dealer

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   FatFreddysCatposted 7 years ago

   Suddenly I have that Smashing Pumpkins song running thru my head.
   
   "Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage..." (air guitar)

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      paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Maze. Though I have wondered what the perception breakdown is as maze versus cage on my website page. I sincerely hope it is 90+ percent maze and less that 10% cage. (side note: my profile does not have the link, so don't bother going there).

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   Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years ago

   ~ reality is only what we sense with our five senses.
   Blah.

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   Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years ago

   Metaphysical reality can be perceived via the sixth sense.
   
   Metaphysical
   2 transcendental, spiritual, supernatural, paranormal.
   If there is no reality existing beyond the five senses, why would there be a definition for it?
   
   Just because you haven't sensed it, doesn't mean others haven't sensed it. Jesus said you can perceive heaven within. If you keep looking for it outside yourself, you won't find it. Those Trump haters are to be pitied. They really think that if Hillary or Bernie had gotten in they would be happy. Ha ha ha ha aha!
   Oh sorry, you said "peaceful."

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   paradigmsearchposted 7 years ago

   "The 'funniest' reactions to Donald Trump winning the presidential election."
   http://www.someecards.com/news/politics … newsletter
   
   "21 funny reactions to Donald Trump meeting 'good man' Barack Obama at the White House."
   http://www.someecards.com/news/politics … newsletter

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      Will Apseposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      I was impressed by the perfect agreement in amount of black sock shown. You are what you wear and Trump and Obama are two peas in a pod. Ankle-wize.
      
      https://twitter.com/levie/status/796774 … 16/photo/1

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         paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

         Now that you mention it, both were wearing the exact same uniform, ties not withstanding.
         
         Meanwhile, unhappiness still abounds in many places and I had to post this somewhere else...:
         God grant me the serenity
         to accept the things I cannot change;
         courage to change the things I can;
         and wisdom to know the difference.
         
         Personally, I hope the usual gridlock can still protect us.

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            NateB11posted 7 years agoin reply to this

            We are in deep trouble, that's for sure.

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   paradigmsearchposted 7 years ago

   I'm just going to find myself a hobby that is fun to do and that somehow contributes to society in the process.

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      Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      J U S T?  why use that world when you would be setting a good example and in so doing contribute to truly changing the world for the better?
      Plus you would be enjoying your life.
      
      If there are retirement benefits even better, of course.

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   paradigmsearchposted 7 years ago

   Well, looks like I didn't miss much while I was away...

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      Will Apseposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      Reckon there is a lot of gloom.

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    Kathryn L Hillposted 7 years ago

    There is the good which is for the sake of itself. There is the good which is for the sake of something else. The highest good is for the sake of itself AND something else, as illustrated in the following sentence:
    
    *I'm going to find myself a hobby that is fun to do and that somehow contributes to society in the process.* 
    
    At least we live still in a free country. Our freedom is not going anywhere! Instead, it has just been PREVENTED from going anywhere.

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       paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

       Well, sports fans. Let's hope a normal week lies ahead. Thanksgiving is in less than two weeks and then Christmas season is upon us.

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          Will Apseposted 7 years agoin reply to this

          I won't be around to cheer everyone up for at least a week (tripping in the jungle), so best of luck. Mad fascist running dogs can bound around in glee.

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             paradigmsearchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

             Gather spores, fungus, bacteria, etc. Maybe come up with the next Xanax.

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    paradigmsearchposted 7 years ago

    I may or may not clean up the previous.

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