Posts by Jeremy Davis7

Ryan Alvarez2 said:More functional, easier to navigate, more secure (or so Microsoft claims), and looks better too.

Plus, let’s be real—it’s way more compatible with older software than Windows Vista ever was.

If money isn't an issue, then yeah, Windows 7 is definitely the better way to go compared to Windows Vista.

I'm reading... Computerworld Yeah, Amazon actually has some discounts on Windows 7 if you use a coupon. I'm just not sure, though—do they even ship to America? 🙄

Thanks, man!

I'm just gonna dive in headfirst and see what happens... you know how they say, "Fortune favors the bold."

God bless you.

🙂

Timothy Taylor42 said:It works like a charm. Go ahead and install it; you’ll be more than happy with the result. 🙂

So, what actually makes Windows 7 better than Windows Vista?

I’ve got this new laptop with Windows Vista pre-installed, and it's beefy enough to handle Windows 7 just fine.
Right now, Vista is fully updated and everything seems to be running smoothly enough.

Is it even worth jumping to Windows 7 right now? What am I actually gaining?
Is the difference really big enough to justify the hassle and the cost (though, honestly, money isn't my main concern here)?

PS.
Cash isn't the issue—I care about functionality, how easy it is to navigate, usability, security, the UI, and all that other junk.

🙂

hiddenhound3 says;

...Circling one's own life's work would be circling the traces of one's own self.

Basically, that lines up perfectly with what N'Dug noticed.
At some point, that pursuit becomes its own purpose; it starts feeding itself...
When I take a step back and look "inside," trying to get some perspective, that initial spark that drove me toward SF was just this kid-like fascination with the infinite scale of space...that one moment of realization, this deep, aching hunger for something I couldn't even put into words...

As a kid, on clear nights, I’d spend hours alone just lying in the grass, staring up at the stars (especially when I could make out the shape of our galaxy—the Milky Way)...just totally spontaneous, no reason for it.
I’d recommend everyone try it once in a while... just "stare" into it.

After a while, that incomprehensible, massive grandeur of the void you’re standing before... the thing you’re staring into, trying to pierce through... it just swallows you whole. And for a split second—one you can't possibly "hold onto"—you realize it with this intense, piercing lucidity... a flash of deep, pure, ecstatic "understanding" of something you won't ever be able to explain.

Then, suddenly, it hits you: everything was right there, on the tip of your tongue, within reach, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't grasp what it actually was...

Those moments echo deep inside anyone capable of triggering them, fueling this constant longing for something... mmm!
That longing (as I see it... that realization) is really all we have.
It's the only thing that pushes us forward... like a distant call, a lighthouse flashing for a second to remind us which way to head...

For someone who can keep the "echo" of that moment alive in their soul—who can remember that ecstatic state—nothing in this world can shake them.

Without that blessing, that internal drive, we're just walking corpses wandering around aimlessly.

Anything can trigger those "flashes" of understanding (honestly, I'd say everything around us does)... everything in our environment has that potential; it's soaked in it.
For some, it might be a specific tone... music that hits them hard, a breathtaking view... a situation they find themselves in, or even a gentle touch from someone—literally anything.

For me, it was that childhood obsession with space... it branded me, leaving this overwhelming ache for something I only managed to glimpse for a heartbeat.
And then, almost frantically, we try to recreate those moments (that "ecstatic understanding" that hits some people more clearly than others)—recycling, repeating the exact scenario where that "lucidity" caught us off guard.
I'd go so far as to say most people can't even detect that impulse on a conscious level... but regardless, we all react to it in much the same way.

The problem is, the memory of those moments—for those lucky enough to experience them—fades away... it slips away unnoticed, and all that's left is an obsession with the outward form.
So, someone who felt that deep, unutterable surge of emotion from a certain tone or piece of music... they become obsessed with music. They start collecting albums, learning instruments, obsessing over high-end audio gear... I won't bore you with the details.

The initial spark happened deep in the soul, but unfortunately, all that remains is a desperate attempt to "relive" it, which eventually gets forgotten entirely.

Someone else gets swept away by a sight and dives into painting... a third wants to be an astronaut... a fourth gets hooked on a book or an author... a fifth loses themselves in science, etc. Everyone is just trying to dig through whatever they do to find the seed of the obsession they got stuck in.
From a certain "grounded" perspective, this stuff isn't necessarily bad... it can actually result in some beautiful breakthroughs in science or art... but you have to remember that these "works," these achievements, aren't the end goal themselves.
What really matters is the inspiration—that raw impulse that forces us to act through whatever form or shape it takes on the material or intellectual level...

My own obsession, the specific shape I’ve buried myself in, was SF.
Just frantically collecting everything under the sun related to it.
All while ignoring the fact that I'm basically using it as a way to cling to that initial spark that inspired me at the very beginning...

I consider one of the most defining moments of my life to be exactly what I described a few posts back... that moment when, deep in my soul, I finally became aware.

Even though I’m neck-deep in the daily grind that makes up a life... taking care of the kids, struggling with work just like anyone else—look, I KNOW WHERE MY HEART IS!
I count that as my greatest achievement in life!

No matter what I'm doing, where I am, or what I'm facing... deep down, I know what I want. I listen to that inner voice—clear as a child's—and thank God that every once in a while, I still hear it loud and clear, feeling ecstatic and moved.

In those moments, everything makes sense. Everything gets saturated with an emotion so heavy it catches in your throat and brings spontaneous tears to your eyes... suddenly, any stranger you run into feels like a brother or sister you'd give the shirt off your back to, just because.
And from experience, I know these moments don't last long; they fade over time... but I never forget them.
Every single time, the feeling lasts longer and carries more weight with His presence.

I'm a patient guy now. Nothing really shakes me anymore... nothing really charms me.

None of that garbage... the stories, the marketing, or the cheap sexiness that permeates everything we touch and that we stick to like flies.

I know what I'm waiting for. Unwavering as a rock, I know that everything and everyone in this beautiful world we inherited has the potential to surprise me... to wake that emotion up again.

Without that realization, life is just a desert, and everything we do is just mindless wandering...

🙂

Back when I was just a kid, I was head over heels—and I mean way past the point of no return—for science fiction.
I don't know why... I guess I was just "somewhere else" entirely back then. Every fiber of my being felt detached. I was constantly hungry for it—that deep, restless craving for everything that fed my obsession with the cosmos, interstellar travel, and the idea of life out there among the stars.

It was mostly just books and anything else that fell under the sci-fi umbrella.
Just everything I could wrap my head around at the time.
I was feeling inspired, maybe even a little high on life, so I actually sat down and tried to write something myself... I even went as far as publishing a few humble little pieces.
That dragged on for years... honestly, there was this whole chunk of my life that was just defined by it.

One of the few things I’ve ever done with actual, genuine heart—despite everything else being a total mess—was collecting "Sirius".
I can't even remember the name of it—some obscure sci-fi magazine from back in the 80s that used to be everywhere. I honestly can't recall who actually published it anymore.
It might sound like I'm laying it on a bit thick, but honestly, I could barely wait for that one specific day of the month when the new issue finally hits the stands at the local newsstand...

Whatever.

Every drought has its own little ways of getting by. For me, it was devouring everything they published, making every first Monday of the month—the day the new issue dropped—feel like a damn holiday.
Literally!
Man, Ursula Le Guin, Stanislav Lem, Clark, Asimov, Dick, Zelazny... wow. Just wow.
I’m not even going to get into how jealous and pathologically needy I was about keeping every single one of those specimens—honestly, I don't want to go there.

So... anyway...
After years of obsessively collecting things—and even more obsessively hoarding them—something just shifted. It was sudden, totally unprompted, and honestly? I can’t even begin to explain the change that’s taken over my soul.
It was a total, fundamental shift in how I saw everything. My whole perspective on life, how I interacted with the world around me, even just the way I processed my surroundings... it all flipped.
My entire value system just flipped upside down overnight. Everything I thought I stood for? Gone. Just... poof.

One thing that’s been gnawing at me lately—honestly, I can’t get it out of my head—is this nagging, uncomfortable feeling that this whole "burden" of mine, this obsession that kept me tethered to SF... all those heavy volumes and endless stacks of magazines that basically smelled like my own fixation, have become part of my DNA. It's gotten to the point where I feel like I actually have to deal with it... I have to resolve this.

There wasn't any logic to it... honestly. It was just this feeling... this gut instinct I had that I couldn't explain away no matter how hard I tried.

He really dug deep, forcing me to take everything I’d ever done and view it through this one specific lens... but here’s the weird part—it was almost grotesque how the "Sirius" collection just suddenly bubbled up to the surface!
At first, the whole thing seemed pretty banal... but it didn't take long to realize it wasn't quite as soulless as it looked at face value.

Honestly, just the thought of having to get rid of them sent me into a total tailspin... It felt heavy, you know? Like I was contemplating getting rid of my own kids. Just crushing my own flesh and blood.

Good grief!

It honestly hit me like a ton of bricks—this overwhelming sense of total helplessness whenever I even tried to wrap my head around the idea of just tossing that whole collection out.
All that enthusiasm, all those years I spent stockpiling what I thought was "pure joy"—it all boiled down to just fifteen kilos of paper.

Finally... one morning, this absolutely gorgeous sunny day that I know I’ll never forget—without any big drama or overthinking it—I just grabbed everything. All those copies I spent years meticulously collecting, pouring so much energy and enthusiasm into? I stuffed them all into two massive trash bags and headed straight for the Brooklyn Bridge.

I felt like a total pack mule, honestly. Just standing there, weeping inside while I lugged that massive weight across my shoulders, praying for the chance to just hurl the whole damn thing into the river and be done with it.

Why throw it in the river? Why not just burn it... or better yet, give it away, or sell it? Back then, those things actually fetched a decent price. I can't for the life of me figure out why we didn't. Honestly, I’ve never been able to wrap my head around it.

It just completely blindsided me—that sudden flash of inspiration. It was one of those "now or never" moments where a window opens and you realize if you don't jump through right this second, it’s gone forever. Like a rogue wave that hits out of nowhere; you only get one shot to ride it. Honestly? It wasn't exactly easy for me to pull the trigger, but I did it anyway.

Everything around me felt heavy, possessed this indescribable "quality"... like I was walking through a trance. Honestly, I was just reeling from the fact that I was finally doing the one thing my whole being had been fighting against. One part of me was feeding me this relentless, suffocating wave of self-pity—something I’d been struggling like hell to shake off—while the other side of me, the part that actually realized I had to drop all this dead weight, was racing toward the river. It felt like my absolute last shot at washing all that filth off my soul.

Like some mystical river is just gonna swoop in, absorb all my baggage into its current, and carry it away to some far-off delta to deposit it on a distant shore... ......................yeah, right. Give me a break.

Long story short...

When I finally made it to the bridge and walked out to the middle, looking down at the river rolling calmly below, it was time. Time to take those two heavy bags off my shoulders and just hurl them into that crystal-clear water swirling lazily against the pilings.

That was easily one of the hardest things I’ve ever done... and believe me, I’ve been through the wringer. I’ve seen it all, lived it all, put my head in the sand a hundred times over... I’ve tasted everything life has to throw at you.

The second I let go, I felt this—it's hard to even put into words—this sensation of literally shedding the weight that had been suffocating me for years. It felt like an invisible shroud was being physically ripped away, something that had been clinging to me like tar, slowing me down and draining the life out of me constantly...

Even now, I look back at that "trivial" moment—that act of "childish stupidity" that any "normal" person would have laughed their head off at... that beautiful spring morning back in the 80s—and I realize it was one of the most pivotal moments of my entire life.

It was one of the toughest, most brutal battles I've ever fought.

A split-second decision that sent my life spinning in a completely new direction, changing everything from the roots up... irreversibly.

🙂

Honestly, it’s probably for the best that a guy like me has someone around to give me a reality check every once in a while.

Someone who’s all about being politically correct and just way too eager to please. It's exhausting.

Well, you know what they say; "not everything that glitters is gold."

PS.
Thanks!

FuckU2 (with my diamond-tipped steel nail)

ps.
I don't care if it costs me 500 points
😉

God isn't some abstract concept; He’s a living presence woven into everything, giving the whole mess a sense of purpose.
At this level, it's actually not that hard to sense Him or feel that sudden rush of His presence...
You just have to put in a little bit of work...

Once you finally feel that connection—even for a split second—and it fills your heart because you actually let your guard down, all that overthinking and debating whether He exists or not? It just vanishes. Poof. Gone.

Trust me, I've been there!

🙂

PS.
Jeremy Alvarez5,...try doing more and philosophizing less!
You wouldn't know a spiritual breakthrough if it hit you right in the face.
Maybe then you'd actually experience Jesus in a way that matters.

😉

Jeremy Palmer kaže:

I used to get those same thoughts when I was just a kid—staring up at the sky, wondering where the edge of that endless black void actually was. It’s heavy stuff for a little girl. Back then, whenever I tried to sit still and meditate—or just drift off into deep thought, whatever you want to call it—it would absolutely wreck me. Every single time. There’d be this moment where everything just... transcends. It floods you. You feel like you're expanding to fill the whole universe and shrinking down to nothing all at once. It’s overwhelming. Honestly, it felt like my tiny little mind was just collapsing under the weight of it all.All I can really recall is that sheer, gut-wrenching terror. There was this... I don't know, this "ceiling" or some kind of upper limit, and it felt like I was just fading away. Like I was disappearing right in front of my own eyes..

I haven't really felt that kind of warmth you're talking about... nor have I felt that fear. Not personally, anyway.

Look, before I even got to what I was talking about, there’s been this constant pattern. These "flashes" of insight I mentioned? They don't just happen in a vacuum. Every single time, they come with this intense, full-body hair standing on end. I mean, literally every single hair on my body. It's wild.
It’s phrased in such a way that I honestly don't know if I can stomach it every single time.
It’s actually kind of a trip—that paralyzing, bone-chilling sensation. You can basically dial it up or down whenever you want. It’s all about whether you just lean into it and let it take over, or if you decide to pull the emergency brake and bolt the second you feel that frantic, galloping grip starting to tighten. Once I feel like I'm losing the reins, I'm out.

Another weird thing is happening to me. Every single time those "flashes of inspiration" hit, I get this intense, overwhelming scent of pine—like a heavy Mediterranean mix of pine needles and wild herbs. I'm not even kidding. And on top of that? This total emotional rollercoaster hits out of nowhere. Just a massive wave of random feelings that have absolutely nothing to do with what's actually happening. It's bizarre.
Sometimes it’s this heavy, gut-wrenching sadness that I can’t even put into words—like I’m mourning something I can’t quite remember, but the feeling is right there, hovering on the tip of my tongue. Other times, it’s this weird, sudden surge of euphoria. Most days? It’s just a messy, exhausting cocktail of both hitting me at once.

Honestly, I’ve reached a point where I can just ignore those emotional outbursts. I don't give them any weight at all—not even bothering to wonder what's triggering them. I just let them vent and run their course. They eventually pass on their own.
They’re just sitting there on the sidelines, really. They don't actually contribute anything to the experience—they're nothing more than emotional background noise.

Look, I’d argue they aren't exactly harmless. They definitely have the potential to emotionally drain you—to just completely suck the life out of a person until there's nothing left.
Honestly? I feel like we just need to cut them off at the root and stop giving them the time of day. Which, let’s be real, isn't exactly a difficult task.
I feel like he’d spiral pretty fast. One minute you're curious, and the next, you're just drowning in this pointless, heavy melancholy mixed with that weird, hollow euphoria. It’s dangerous. As soon as you start "peering" in that direction—really letting yourself look—you’re basically finished. You just lose yourself in it.

It’s all fine and easy on paper, you know? You feel totally in control right up until you actually start digging around in their business. Once you start poking at them, you’re gonna get tangled up like a fly in a web... or you'll just lose your damn mind, like Odysseus went stir-crazy listening to those sirens.

I’m guessing we’re talking about those subconscious impressions—those half-baked memories and weird mental cobwebs that only surface once you’ve pushed your brain to the absolute limit. It’s like when you finally stop fighting and let the walls of your own understanding crumble. Your mind just keeps shoving itself forward, desperately trying to wrap its head around the concept of infinity... and failing, obviously.

Honestly? This whole "spontaneous meditation" or contemplation thing... if it actually happened to me, I’d be absolutely losing my mind. Just thinking about it makes me anxious. I just keep thinking... what if something actually happened? What if something finally arrived that was bigger than me? Something so massive it just floods everything—expanding my whole existence while simultaneously crushing it down. I’m talking about that kind of overwhelming force that would just shatter my tiny little mind. Honestly, I don't know if I could even handle it.....

Honestly, what you’re talking about hits home for me too. It doesn't matter how much experience I claim to have; I still get stuck in that same endless loop. It's exhausting.
It happens to me all the time—just getting swept away, no matter what I’m actually doing. Whether I'm just sitting there staring at a wall, trying to find some inner peace, or actually focusing on a task... it doesn't matter. As long as I've managed to get even a little bit calm or centered, that's when it hits. It's like the moment I finally find my footing, everything just pulls me under again.
I wouldn't call it something you need to be afraid of. Honestly, I don't see the panic.
The first time I ever dealt with something like that, I was just a kid. I remember lying there in bed, shivering under a mountain of blankets, feeling like my brain was melting from a fever. That's when it hit me.
Back then, it was honestly driving me insane. Pure, unadulterated panic. But eventually? The fear just... evaporated. It happens.
Sometimes I just let it happen. I stop fighting and let that sensory expansion—that weird perceptual shift where everything suddenly feels too big or too tight—just swallow me whole. There’s no warning sign, no pattern to it. It hits whenever it wants, triggered by absolutely nothing in particular. One minute I'm fine, the next, the walls are breathing. No rules. Just happens.

I hope we’re actually talking about the same thing here;
That sensation where you feel like your body has been stretched out for miles—like your arms or legs (and all those other limbs 😉) feel like they're miles away from your face, yet at the exact same time, in this way that's almost impossible to put into words, they're right "there," under your nose. Literally.
It's like you've shrunk down to some impossible microscopic size inside your own head, and suddenly your body feels massive and distant, even though you can still feel it sitting "right there."
It's this incredibly disorienting macro-micro perception of your own physical self, just infinitely stretched out through space... (I know, I sound like a total nutcase, but I'm hoping we're on the same page experientially)

I've noticed that the more I lean into it (really diving into that perceptual shrinking...), my breathing starts to slow down on its own—almost to the point where it's barely happening. It seems like this spatial "expansion," or rather this internal shrinking within the body, is definitely tied to breath control... at least for me, I can use breathing to crank that sensation up even more.

To be honest, I see it more as a perceptual quirk than some profound spiritual breakthrough.
It's something that piques my curiosity when it happens spontaneously, but deep down, it doesn't have enough weight to actually touch my soul.

🙂

I see meditation is a pretty hot topic on this forum lately, so figured I’d throw my two cents into the ring.

I started messing with this stuff as a kid, totally by accident. And I’m telling you, anyone who gives it a shot is going to hit experiences that blow past the mind and all that conditioning that keeps our consciousness boxed in from reality.

You won't find this in any book.

It’s not in some ancient scroll, and it isn't part of any "school" or organized spiritual movement out there.

This is a pure, homegrown American product!
Just a random discovery by a dumb kid from a suburban neighborhood—and honestly, it’s the most effective meditative technique I know. No fake modesty here: compared to anything I’ve ever practiced or anything taught by gurus throughout history, regardless of where or when they lived...

It just blows everything else out of the water with how simple it is. It makes everything else look like background noise.

Sounds unbelievable, but it’s the truth.

I’m putting this out there for the first time, so if you’re interested, be my guest.

Do me a favor and try to kill that reflex to be skeptical right away. Just for a second, set aside all the nonsense you've been conditioned to believe—all the ideologies, the tantras, the mantras, the gurus, the spiritual ego, the thousand-year traditions, the mystical gimmicks... just try to feel the simplicity of what I’m saying with an open heart. Just for a moment. Without judging.

Meditation on the Infinity of Space;

Try to actually "grasp" what "space" is.
Take a second to really think about what space even is.
No matter how hard you try to imagine where it ends, you just can't do it.
It’s always baffled me how our minds just spontaneously "close their eyes" to this simple fact—this incomprehensible reality that the brain is physically incapable of processing or limiting through mere chemistry.

It’s so gripping and fascinating that the mere attempt to "understand" spatial infinity pushes the mind right to its breaking point.

You don't even have to close your eyes.

Just put in the effort and truly contemplate it.

You’ll get the strongest effect on clear, bright nights when you can see the Milky Way stretching across the stars.
Trying to feel the vastness of the universe standing right in front of you is something that will absolutely leave you breathless.
Find somewhere quiet, far away from the city noise, sit down, and as you watch the outlines of the galaxies, just let the infinity of the space you're staring into swallow you whole.

The mind, quite simply, cannot wrap itself around what I’m talking about, and eventually, it’s going to snap.
Your consciousness will spontaneously leap past the boundary of the mind to merge with the infinity you’re provoking by pushing your perception to its limit.

At first, you might just get a hint that something is stirring beneath the surface...
But after a while, you’ll get these sudden "flashes," unexpected moments of realization—an indescribable state of perception that I can only describe as a magnificent, breathtaking experience.

The "eyes" of your inner being will snap open without warning, and you will undergo a cognitive explosion into something incomprehensible and grand—something that literally knocks the wind out of your lungs because the mind just can't handle it.

The sheer, brutal power and magnitude of the experience will knock you off your feet. All you'll remember is this frustratingly beautiful feeling that something slipped away.
It was right there, within reach, literally a millimeter from your nose, and in a heartbeat, it vanished.
It’s like you saw "everything" for a split second, but you didn't have the capacity to process what you saw, so you reflexively retreated back into the safety of your thoughts.

Literally.

It's worth a shot.

If it was possible for a little punk kid like me, it’s definitely possible for anyone else who tries.

PS.
And honestly? It’s all for nothing. Nobody even has to cough up a dime.

🙂

Honestly, this beats watching football any day!

Good grief.

All I need now is some snacks and a cold drink.

PS.
If we really want to spice things up, let's get a little action going... an online sportsbook!
Hit me up via DM if you want to place a bet. (Might as well try to make a quick buck while we wait for the "Controller" to sort out his mess)

🙂

Hannah Wilson3 said:The dark night of the soul refers to that final, grueling stretch of the journey toward realization—it’s essentially the sheer grit required to leap across an absolute abyss.
During this specific phase, a practitioner loses every shred of internal or external hope regarding their spiritual progress. It feels like everything is falling apart.
But by pushing through that darkness, you finally attain the physical embodiment of realization and a mind that is completely untethered from doubt.

What kind of "abyss" are we even talking about here, pal!?

Care to elaborate?

Zachary Bishop5 said:Yuvraj Singh,
you clearly don't have anything better to do than mess with girls on this forum.
You probably got stuck in some low-IQ loop...😂

I'm just talking about you, kid... that's all!😉

Cheap emotional outbursts and actually loving God—or loving your neighbor because you see His reflection in them—are two completely different things.
They aren't even in the same ballpark.

Sadly, I'm seeing more and more people lately who think they're one and the same.

🙂

Zachary Bishop5 said:I honestly love doing my heart chakra meditations while visualizing swans gliding across a calm lake. That specific imagery is supposed to help trigger the awakening process. It’s just as peaceful for me to grab my boyfriend and head out to Central Park on a sunny morning to watch actual swans on the water when there aren't any crowds around. Highly recommend it.🙂🙂

😂😂😂

Someone please just swallow me whole!

I really hope you aren't studying medicine. Because if I ever end up on your table for a heart checkup later in life, I’m terrified you’ll accidentally go slicing into my kidneys instead.

That’s what I get for dealing with your constant parade of cheap emotionalism.

I’d bet anything you don't spend much time with your parents or your actual family.
You're way too busy "awakening your heart chakra."
The whole "love built by white swans" thing is clearly your vibe. Who cares about aging parents? (Not that they’d understand you anyway—they probably don't even know what "heart yoga" is, so you tell yourself it's not worth the effort to show up for them.)

God help whoever actually has to rely on you or depend on you in this life.

Heaven save them from your precious "heart."

PS.
You say... "all rivers end in the ocean"... wow!
Whatever that's supposed to mean!

I’ve been reading through this whole thread, chewed on it for a bit, and honestly? I haven't really landed anywhere. Or maybe I have, and I just don't want to admit it.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place—that's the bottom line.

Thanks, boys. God bless.

PS. Who’s actually doing the thanking and the blessing if there isn't even anyone there to receive it... or something like that. 😢

This thread shouldn't be left to die in the archives!
There’s way too much good stuff in these comments and some old debates here that honestly deserve a second look!
Where's the mod? Taking a nap?
Look, I get it, modesty is a virtue, but show your face once in a while—it won't kill you.

Charles White11 said:Songs aren't anything more than the soul singing its heart out. Open up a little; stop clinging to that indifference.
What hurts Gannon the most is how we all recoil from his gentle touch.
It will pay off for you professionally, 100%.
Take my word for it.

🙂

ambereagle642 said:hehehehe....it's like that old saying: 'thank God we aren't like those people'...😁

Ugh, just wait until those feelings hit you... you really need to realize you're sitting on a freaking seesaw, swinging back and forth... but when you finally land on that side you never wanted to be on, where you're essentially calling your own kind... just call it a time out. Basically, just stay quiet for a while because, man, it’ll be a massive embarrassment to talk about love when you clearly don't even possess it, hehehe 😁 ... just learn how to be who you actually are so your actions actually match your words... even if you're doing "good" things just out of pure self-interest (which is really just a different way of loving what benefits you), at least you're following your own nature.

And one last question for the road; why bother doing good in the first place? 🙄 😁

Because it’s just what happens when you finally open your heart up.
It isn't about having some "choice" in the sense of... hold on, why should I act this way? That's not it.
Compassion and actually finding joy in the world around you? That stuff just flows.
Look, let me put it this way: that gut instinct to embrace everyone you meet on this weird, mysterious journey of "discovery"—that's the real sign. It means your heart is open and you're heading in the right direction. Everything else is just noise.

By the way; watching these two users interact is actually pretty great. Unfortunately (and I guess that's just how the low-rent side of this world works), there's always someone who can't handle it, someone who eventually comes along and ruins the whole vibe.
God knows why.