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how do you people think the world will be saved? if you don't have a theory for how we'll escape extinction then you're either terminally depressed or contemptibly lacking in imagination. i want to hear them! mine is that we'll unlock the secrets of ultra-rapid forest regermination and/or topsoil regeneration allowing for massive afforestation to soak up our excess carbon and avoid dying out, although obviously billions will still die and i will likely be among them. i welcome my eventual death and so should you. now tell me how you think we'll escape the furnace, a storytelling session is the best kind of therapy
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Oct 10, 2018 02:38
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our salvation will come when the lord wills it to come and not a moment before
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at the high-tide of night, when the first breath of dawn came upon the wind, the forerunner - he who calls himself echo to a voice yet unheard - left his bed-chamber and ascended to the roof of his house. long he stood and looked down upon the slumbering city. then he raised his head, and even as if the sleepless spirits of all those asleep had gathered around him, he opened his lips and spoke, and he said: “my friends and my neighbours and you who daily pass my gate, i would speak to you in your sleep, and in the valley of your dreams I would walk naked and unrestrained; far heedless are your waking hours and deaf are your sound-burdened ears long did i love you and overmuch i love the one among you as though he were all, and all as if you were one. and in the spring of my heart i sang in your gardens, and in the summer of my heart i watched at your threshing-floors yea, i loved you all, the giant and the pigmy, the leper and the anointed, and him who gropes in the dark even as him who dances his days upon the mountains you, the strong, have i loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh; and you the weak, though you have drained my faith and wasted my patience you the rich have i loved, while bitter was your honey to my mouth; and you the poor, though you knew my empty-handed shame you the poet with the barrowed lute and blind fingers, you have i loved in self indulgence; and you the scholar, ever gathering rotted shrouds in potters’ fields you the priest i have loved, who sit in the silences of yesterday questioning the fate of my tomorrow; and you the worshippers of gods the images of your own desires you the thirsting woman whose cup is ever full, i have loved you in understanding; and you the woman of restless nights, you too i have loved in pity you the talkative have i loved, saying, ‘life hath much to say’; and you the dumb have i loved, whispering to myself, ‘says he not in silence that which i fain would hear in words?’ and you the judge and the critic, i have loved also; yet when you have seen me crucified, you said, ‘he bleeds rhythmically, and the pattern his blood makes upon his white skin is beautiful to behold’ Yea, i have loved you all, the young and the old, the trembling reed and the oak but alas! it was the over-abundance of my heart that turned you from me. you would drink love from a cup, but not from a surging river. you would hear love’s faint murmur, but when love shouts you would muffle your ears and because i have loved you all you have said, ‘too soft and yielding is his heart, and too undiscerning is his path. it is the love of a needy one, who picks crumbs even as he sits at kingly feasts. and it is the love of a weakling, for the strong loves only the strong’ and because i have loved you overmuch you have said, ‘it is but the love of a blind man who knows not the beauty of one nor the ugliness of another. and it is the love of the tasteless who drinks vinegar even as wine. and it is the love of the impertinent and the overweening, for what stranger could be our mother and father and sister and brother?’ this you have said, and more. for often in the marketplace you pointed your fingers at me and said mockingly, ‘there goes the ageless one, the man without seasons, who at the noon hour plays games with our children and at eventide sits with our elders and assumes wisdom and understanding’ and i said ‘i will love them more. aye, even more. i will hide my love with seeming to hate, and disguise my tenderness as bitterness. i will wear an iron mask, and only when armed and mailed shall i seek them’ then i laid a heavy hand upon your bruises, and like a tempest in the night i thundered in your ears from the housetop i proclaimed you hypocrites, pharisees, tricksters, false and empty earth-bubbles the short-sighted among you i cursed for blind bats, and those too near the earth i likened to soulless moles the eloquent i pronounced fork-tongued, the silent, stone-lipped, and the simple and artless called the dead never weary of death the seekers after world knowledge i condemned as offenders of the holy spirit and those who would naught but the spirit i branded as hunters of shadows who cast their nets in flat waters and catch but their own images thus with my lips have i denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names it was love lashed by its own self that spoke. it was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. it was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness but behold a miracle! it was my disguise that opened your eyes, and my seeming to hate that woke your hearts and now you love me you love the swords that strike you and the arrows that crave your breast. for it comforts you to be wounded and only when you drink of your own blood can you be intoxicated like moths that seek destruction in the flame you gather daily in my garden: and with faces uplifted and eyes enchanted you watch me tear the fabric of your days. And in whispers you say the one to the other, ‘he sees with the light of G-d. he speaks like the prophets of old. he unveils our souls and unlocks our hearts, and like the eagle that knows the way of foxes he knows our ways’ aye, in truth, i know your ways, but only as an eagle knows the ways of his fledglings. and i fain would disclose my secret. yet in my need for your nearness i feign remoteness, and in fear of the ebbtide of your love i guard the floodgates of my love” after saying these things the forerunner covered his face with his hands and wept bitterly. for he knew in his heart that love humiliated in its nakedness is greater than love that seeks triumph in disguise; and he was ashamed but suddenly he raised his head, and like one waking from sleep he outstretched his arms and said, “night is over, and we children of night must die when dawn comes leaping upon the hills; and out of our ashes a mightier love shall rise. and it shall laugh in the sun, and it shall be deathless” (USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST)
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Oct 29, 2018 12:38
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let us all hold hands and walk into the ocean
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Nov 5, 2018 11:03
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i am going to fit every single last one of you inside my rear end in a top hat and crush you into diamonds with my brawny sphincter, which can cling to a turd for months if not years and which i use to prune rosebushes around the garden. even an introduced rosebush is vital habitat for finches and lizards; they must not be killed, even growing feral. nevertheless you're all pathetic baby men kicking and screaming and pissing on your own selves. what are any of you even getting out of this thread? what joy could this possibly bring to you? is it a sex thing? if it's a sex thing i don't understand it (USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST) (USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST)
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Nov 6, 2018 21:36
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loving idiots i have given you your mission and it's to plant dense water-loving swamp trees in whatever lovely abandoned half-flooded lowland development is closest to you. that's what you can personally do to have the most positive impact on your region in twenty years. not one of you has done it, instead you all sit around on your computers in your climate-controlled bedrooms co-writing elaborate suicide pacts and tugging on your dicks until they're whittled down and breaking into pieces like the polar ice shelf
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Nov 6, 2018 21:40
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morons, solipsists, woebegone melodramatic trash
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Nov 6, 2018 21:41
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i'll see you all drowned
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Nov 6, 2018 21:41
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AceOfFlames posted:That's easy to say but then how do I know vital stuff to live my life? How do I know if the government is taken over by fascists? If my taxes double? If there is a new job opportunity? Am I supposed to ask my coworkers every single day the news and explain I am willingly cutting myself off from the world for my own sanity?
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Nov 15, 2018 12:39
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i did a spotlighting survey tonight, saw some great frogs, my friends the litoria - litoria fallax, an impossibly tiny green tree frog with a big voice, and litoria wilcoxii, which is my new favourite animal because the female is thrice the size of the male and during the breeding season he turns from a mottled brown to a brilliant lemon yellow. why not research your local frogs and how to help them? they are proving amazingly resilient after multiple brushes with extinction and they may yet outlast us, and you could have the honour of personally handling the ancestor of a far-future frog lord
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Nov 15, 2018 14:03
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you know what would really benefit some of you psychologically? if you went out and did something concrete that you could look upon year on year and think "hey i did that", and then keep on doing it so in the future when you're feeling depressed you can look back on all the concrete things you did, which maybe form a whole that's more than the sum of its parts, and go "hey but i did that!" by concrete things i mean buying an acre of denuded land and planting a forest. my news tells me you can buy a house in detroit for ten dollars, go buy it and plant it full of ferns and then when it falls apart plant trees around the ruins and just leave it there for the lizards
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ps lightning knight you coward, this isn't a gimmick, i am exactly who i am and i'm an actual peri-apocalyptic ecologist pursuing that as a career irl and trying to spread the good news on the internet because this is a movement of hope and joy
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