Do you know you are made out of shit?

well that makes sense according to my own deductions.

look at the elements in the universe as a fractal soup.

us humans and the physical realm are like the anus. where it all comes together and excretes back into the universe

There are soooo many people who have jobs that are seriously stupid, and you ask wow, how did you get a job?

Wow This post itself is a piece of wise ,artful statement .

Could pass as a beautiful poems even its talking about some pieces of shit.

And we're 70% water. For something that's mostly liquid we sure do take ourselves seriously.

you have defined yourself and your philosophy.


and it smells like shit.


you are on your way, just crawl out of the sewer and things might smell a little better to you.

This what people need to know.

If you are offended by "shit", simply replace the word "shit" with "ugliness". But the reason that people desist statements made in my first post, is because the ego loves to think of itself as great, beautiful, magnificent. To state the truth, (as mentioned in the first post), is something seriously disliked by the ugliness(ego). In fact people, can come up with very brilliant explanations as to why they are not ugly, because it takes away that feeling of being better. It prefers the lie.

Even if you came up with a magnificent piece of dissertation onto the falsehood of my first post, this is merely an attempt of ugliness trying to debunk any assertions made against its superiority. Your dissertation may even be rewarded with medals by other ugly individuals, but this does not matter to the Truth.

How can anyone think of themselves as beautiful people? Are you really so blind that you don't see the hideousness that dwells within you? That rears its ugly head many times in the course of your life? Many times when you feel so good about yourself? When you smirk, make fun of people. When you hate. When you gratify yourself. You really think the world is a great place? Think again.

Wonderful OP, op!

Opie is a Genius



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Excellent, OP! Thank you

Thanks for making me rethink myself

For you OP.

"Awful is the great day of judgement at its dawning in the Netherworld. The soul stands naked in the Hall of Judgement, nothing can now be hidden. Hypocrisy is no avail; to maintain goodness when the soul reveals its own repulsiveness is futile. To mumble empty ritual is foolishness. To call upon gods who have no existence is a waste of time.

In the Hall of Judgement the wrongdoer is judged. On that day and henceforth his qualities shall form his food. His soul, soft as clay upon Earth, is hardened and set into shape according to its moulding. The balances are adjusted.

One arrives. The Forty-Two Virtues are his assessors. Shall he dwell among beauty as a godling, or be given captive to the Keeper of Horrors, to dwell among vile things under a merciful mantle of darkness?

One arrives. The twisted body, tormented on Earth, and the ugly face have gone, discarded at the portal. He strides through the Hall in radiance, to pass into the Place of Everlasting Beauty.

One arrives. Now no earthly body sheilds the horror which is the true likeness of the evildoer upon Earth. He runs from the light which he cannot tolerate, and hides himself in the shadows near the Place of Terror. Soon he will be drawn to his compatible place among the Dismal Company.

One arrives. He has been upright and a just one. His failings and weaknesses were of little account. This upright man fears nothing, for he is welcomed among the Bright Ones and shall go unhampered among the Everlasting Lords.

One arrives. He trembles before the Unseen Judges, he is lost, he knows nothing, earthly knowledge and confidence are left behind. The balance drops, he sees his soul and recognises his true self, he rushes into the merciful darkness. It enfolds him and dark arms embrace him, drawing him into the terrible gloom, into the Place of Dark Secret Horrors.

One arrives. She graced the court with beauty, men sang of her loveliness and grace. Now, as when a mantle is removed, all is discarded, it is the time of unveiling. Who can describe the lustful thoughts and secret unclean deeds which fashioned the horror coming through the portal? There is a hush among the compassionate.

One arrives. On Earth she was pitied by the compassionate and scorned by the hard-hearted. There her lot was degradation and servitude, privation and sacrifice, few and meagre were the gifts from life. Yet she triumphed. Now she comes forward surrounded by brilliance, even the Shining Ones are dazzled by her beauty.

One arrives. The twisted face and pain-wracked body of the cripple have been left behind. A kind and loving soul dwelt imprisoned within its confines. Now the relieved spirit steps forward into the great Hall, unencumbered and free, glorious to behold.

One arrives. The splendid body which graced Earth remains there, an empty, decaying thing. The naked soul enters the Everlasting Halls. It is a deformed, mis-shapen thing fit only to dwell in the merciful gloom of the place with which it has compatible affinity.

One arrives. Neither goodness nor wickedness bears down upon the scales. The balances remain straight. The soul departs to the twilight borderland between the Region of Light and the Region of Darkness.

0 Great Lords of Eternity, who once were in the flesh, even as I, hear not the outpourings of an overburdened and sorrowful heart. For who am I to presume to call upon The Great God of All? Who am not without wickedness and weak in spirit. I have filled my heart with knowledge of the Secret Writings but still I fear the judgement. Therefore, Great Lords of Eternity, I call upon you who once walked the Earth, even as I, and who, therefore, understand the failings and weaknesses of men.

I am not weak in my standing with earthly things, but I am weak beside the Greater Beings. Will I, too, ever be worthy of the grandeur of the Eternal Mansions ? O Great Beings whose nature is beyond understanding, grant me just a spark of the Eternal Wisdom, that it might light my soul and kindle the flame of immortal life.

What is the destined fate of a man who knows the existence of things beyond his understanding? I see but I do not know, therefore I am afraid. Man can swim against the current towards the bank, but he needs a helping hand to pull him ashore when he is exhausted from the struggle.

This is the fate of man. He must strive for that which he cannot attain. He must believe in that which he cannot prove. He must seek that which he cannot find. He must travel a road without knowing his destination. Only thus can the purpose of life be fulfilled.

Man may believe he knows his destiny, but he cannot be assured with certainty; in no other way can he fulfil it. In this way alone can his soul be properly awakened to flower with its full potential. This alone he may know: The purpose of all human life is a goal so glorious it surpasses all earthly understanding.

We may visualise our individual goals as we will, it is ordained that we have this freedom. How close or how far we are from reality is of little consequence, what is, is. He who seeks a non-existent destination will, nevertheless, get somewhere. He who seeks not at all will get nowhere. Earthly life fulfils itself without attainment."

I know many people like this OP. It is very frustrating to deal with them. I stand for truth, they stand for lies. They feel they are better for it. They think they are always right, while i could give 2 shits if i'm right. I just want truth.

also

all organisms poop (Animals shit, plants shed leaves etc), poop feeds bacteria, fungi and plants. We eat all of it. Everything in our body is derived from shit. We are all made of the same shit literally.

Food evolution...like brown water after a while ?

but then in saying what I just said, I sound all self righteous... so my shitty side came out in being proud of myself.

Rise to optimism.

Actually, we are the culmination of everything. Good, bad or ugly. Now, get on with living. Time is short.
p.s. hate makes one quite ugly.

Don't beat yourself up. Of course, none of us are perfect. You're probably are a decent person, faults and all. I certainly have mine. Always a work in progress.

Speak for yourself.

<floats off into the distance...>

True OP. Humans remain in entropy, in this 666 carbon system until they complete the Great Work. We are beasts/animals. and we will fight here for our food, shelter clothing until the very end, until we complete the alchemical marriage..

It certainly felt like that yesterday!




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