Yes. I’m sure the Christians, Muslims, and Satanists are thinking the exact same thing.
Religion isn’t the cause of wars. Fanaticism and ignorance, these are the main contributors. A fanatical individual regardless of belief is a thousand times more dangerous than any semi-rational (cause no one is truly rational). Staple that with ignorance and you have events like the Crusades and the Holocaust.
Buddhism,Taoism, Shintoism, now these are the real way to go:p.
Double Post Somehow:confused:
Well I’ll admit I’m a member of a group, most people blame for certain things in this world. (You can deciede which one 
).
I’ll tell you one thing, I’ve done loads of research and I’m lucky enough to be able to have access to some really rare documents through this group… And believe me folks, God or whatever name you wish to call the Holy of Holies is REAL, and the forces of Darkness are real too…
I’ve seen the Light and I wish most of you will too… Most people are just sheep now, slipping each day into the collective Hive of Darkness.
I’m not a religous nut, as this post may make me sound…
I’m just free and can think 100% for myself, without the dogma of social persecution… How many of you can say that??
Dunno… it is pretty much like other religions : “Before you see the light you must die” kind of stuff…
So all you got to do is devote your entire life to it, then die, and then you will be able to see if it is true or not.
At that time all spaghetti eaters might get judged… who knows , the flying spaghetti monster might see eating spaghetti , as a type of sacrament.
I’m just free and can think 100% for myself, without the dogma of social persecution… How many of you can say that??
I think that I can.
Right, so a Muslim, a Christian, a Nazi and a Jew are the only people apart from the Pilot on a plane. They seem to be getting alon fine for the journey.
Halfway through the flight when the plane was at its highest over the Pacific Ocean 3 of the 4 propellars jam solid and their engines stall, the pilot has bad news for the passengers:
He goes back to the Muslim, Jew, Christian and Nazi and tells them that the plane can now only carry the weight of 2 people, they are going to crash and die unless 3 of them jump out, and there aren’t any parachutes.
The Christian shouts “Its what Jesus would do!” and jumps out of the plane.
The Muslim shouts “Its what Muhhamed would do!” and jumps out of the plane.
The Nazi shouts “Its what Hitler would do!” and pushes the Jew out of the plane.
wait… sorry… wrong thread, never mind
Hey dude thats not right!!!
but anyway wars are just a stupid way for somone like Bush!!! (im entitled to an opinion) to waste resources while the country (U.S) are on thier hands and knees begging for money.
Gas for example half of that money goes to the governments paychecks, vacations, or to some terrorist in who knows where.
I just got a new perscription for viagra, it is about 4x the normal dose…
My wife now calls me the chosen one, and messiah.
Perhaps I should pursue my previous idea of Mmph!ism.
Then after the rapture all the mmph!ists will be at p00fs place,
Then when the Antichrist comes , and he can’t chill out, i will have my fat wife bounce his apocalyptic ass off the front doorstep into the street.
Then the party will rage on!
The followers will cry … Mmph! Mmph! mmph! MMPHIE!!.
I want to get a discoball suit like Steve Martin had in “Leap of Faith” , that was a great movie!
Spagetti monster and me are buddies too , so we can still have some diversity (and orgies ) between all our members 
i seriously worry about the continuation of the human species with groaners like these . . …
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first
telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the
polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny
receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little
to reach the telephone, but used to listen with
fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful
device lived an amazing person. Her name was
“Information Please” and there was nothing she did not
know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number
and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came
one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.
Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I
whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was
terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because
there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger,
finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone!
Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and
dragged it to the landing Climbing up, I unhooked the
receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
“Information, please” I said into the mouthpiece just
above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my
ear.
“Information.”
“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the
tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and
it hurts.”
“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.
I said I could.
“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to
your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for
everything. I asked her for help with my geography,
and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me
with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had
caught in the park just the day before, would eat
fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died.
I called, Information Please," and told her the sad
story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups
say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked
her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully
and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a
heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said
quietly, “Wayne always remember that there are other
worlds to sing in.”
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, “Information
Please.”
“Information,” said in the now familiar voice. “How do
I spell fix?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific
Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across
the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.
“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box
back home and I somehow never thought of trying the
shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As
I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood
conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would
recall the serene sense of security I had then. I
appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind
she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane
put down in Seattle I had about a half-hour or so
between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone
with my sister, who lived there now. Then without
thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown
Operator and said, “Information Please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew
so well.
“Information.”
I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying,
“Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken
answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”
I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I
wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me
during that time?”
I wonder," she said, “if you know how much your
call meant to me. I never had any children and I used
to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the
years and I asked if I could call her again when I
came back to visit my sister.
“Please do”, she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle A
different voice answered “Information.” I asked for
Sally.
“Are you a friend?” she said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said.
“Sally had been working part-time the last few years
because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute, did
you say your name was Wayne ?” “Yes.” I answered.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote
it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds
to sing in He’ll know what I mean"
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally
meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make
on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did....
Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the
joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey … NOT a guided tour. So don’t
miss the ride and have a great time going around you
don’t get a second shot at it.
EDIT I had to remove the quote and font tags, they didn’t work for me. This was sent to me from a dear friend…
Really , i don`t like plane … i like to walck :)).
None of us can. Neither can you. Unless you’re some sort of feral human.
But I can for I have read the Tomes of the Ancient Egyptians, the Courageous Moslems, and the Proud Christians. I’ve stood on mountains for hours at a time attempting to not attempt to attempt self reflection. The words of men, to me, or filled with hypocrisy and nonsensicalities.
I’ve seen through the barrier know as society and found my what lies at the very heart of man. I’ve seen man’s true nature.
It is not in the car. It is not in the house. Crap… I just hit send by accident.
Thank for that one pixel-mass
I can just picture someone tagging something like… In Ecclesiastics X:MCV it tells us that there are other worlds to sing. Or … what is meant by other worlds is the time when Reznor Spador XVII arrives on in his class 3 time-space transports we will be taken to other worlds were we shall all sing. Or … the story has inspired me to be a better person.
Ehh whatever:no:. Propagandist pigs.:ba:
JK:p
But I can for I have read the Tomes of the Ancient Egyptians, the Courageous Moslems, and the Proud Christians. I’ve stood on mountains for hours at a time attempting to not attempt to attempt self reflection. The words of men, to me, or filled with hypocrisy and nonsensicalities.
I’ve seen through the barrier know as society and found my what lies at the very heart of man. I’ve seen man’s true nature.
It is not in the car. It is not in the house
Oh yes, have you tried screaming at the galaxy yet?
Thank you - this has made me a better person now.
Then you completely missed the joke.:no:
Or did you?
Oh yes, have you tried screaming at the galaxy yet?
At the galaxy I did scream. To my surprise it gave a response. It said to me “small being, why doth thall shout?” To which I replied, “to know the nature of that which is greater than I.” Galaxy then asked, “how does one expect to know the nature of something it is made from? Can a line comprehend an X? Can an X comprehend a cube. Does a cube have the capacity to understand the wheel moving through space time? Is this not a paradox?”
I paused for a moment and then replied, “to call yourself greater would mean that you, in fact, have absolute knowledge and are capable of reducing the irreducible. But if you possessed such knowledge you would know that at all levels there is only existence, and, therefore, no level can truly be greater than another as they are all part of a whole.”
Galaxy, a bit perturbed by my response, pondered for a moment. "Hmmm, was it not you who said it was I who was greater? Did you ever think that perhaps, as it stands, you think, just a bit…too much? "
To these questions I gave great thought and replied,“Jeez what a cop out!”
So, does that mean that you give up, quit? I would hope not!
Cheers, pixel
The ability for the mind to fool itself is unfathomable. Just twitch the right neurons and the world turns blue, you can smell sounds and colors and you can even get a part of yourself trying to kill the other half… all this has been discovered by people having some form of brain injury…
And people still discuss “what’s this reality thing then?”.
I’ve even had to re-evaluate some of my more weird experiments involving spiritism as possible “brain creations” instead of anything actually happening. What I see happening could just be a figment of my imagination.
I’m a rational being, and I’ve even poked at the scientific reality… but still, as a rational being I have to take into account that it could be just my brain trying to fool me. Then again, I like pasta too.
(Oh, and pixelmass. stop making me all emotional, that story was really good :o ).
I am, therefore, I be.
