Posts by redwalker63

The trade deadline is officially here and my league is already in total chaos. I'm trying to figure out if those recent moves are actually worth the hype for the playoffs. Anyone else making desperate moves to fix their roster right now?

Well, now that I’ve gone and spilled my guts, everything just crashed, so I have to start over... but honestly, I don't feel like it.

This damn forum isn't exactly stable; if you write for too long, either the server blocks you or... well, you know.

Anyway, I already wrote this, so here’s the short version:

I think you're talking about a "square" that is unique, unrepeatable, and unpredictable for every single one of us. We aren't talking about one single town square for everyone, but rather a "space"—a place where any of us might stop, feeling exhausted, broken, or whatever else. It’s that moment when you actually ask yourself what the point is, if there’s even an exit to this labyrinth, and whether the whole purpose of the "labyrinth of life" is simply to wander through it to truly know it, rather than just finding a way out.

And when "unknown" says that life is just another name for energy—I get the logic, especially the second part of that thought, where death is just another word for transformation. But to me, it feels like energy is just one of the three elements that make up the unity. It reminds me of that old formula Western physicists dug up from the dust, which psychologists then recycled: 1. The Mover, 2. The Energy (of movement), and 3. The Moved. To me, the scientific definition feels more accurate: energy is simply what gives a body the capacity to perform work. In other words, Energy is just one part of the three that constitute the unity, which is Life itself.

Look, V., this idea of a boundary that isn't physical—not up-down, left-right, or front-back—but rather the notion that death doesn't actually exist, and life is just one continuous stretch? I love it. It’s a beautiful concept, even if it takes forever to get there.🙂
Let me clarify,😕
If someone as clueless and unrefined as me tries to imagine living through an eternal timeline, God must be waiting quite a while for me to actually grow. My progress is so slow I honestly feel like it’ll take a few thousand years of non-stop existence just to catch a glimpse of what the saints have achieved.
By "saints," I don't mean those stuffy, formal religious figures; I mean people who are totally relaxed, smiling, playful, and always ready to drop a nugget of wisdom when the moment hits.
And then there's the panic. When I think about coming back after all this time and potentially forgetting everything—starting from scratch right after I finally learned how to write and connect to this forum to drop some smart commentary while my brain is running on fumes—it scares me. My brain is basically a red warning light right now, giving it everything it's got (honestly, it's barely giving 5% when I can't figure out how to kick the turbo boosters into gear to level up).
Plus, by the time I return, who knows? Maybe we'll still be using Windows XP or everyone will have migrated to Linux.🙂
Sorry for rambling, but my brain is fried, I'm exhausted, and I'm starving—when am I getting lunch? Honestly, I'd most rather 🙂 escape all of this... but then again, what is LIFE if not exactly that?

viviana said:I also wanted to thank you for your first reply—it really helped 🙂 because I usually feel like any topic I post about just dies out immediately... 🙂 but getting some encouragement and support from adriatic and the Democratic Party gave me a real boost... 🙂

Yeah, just like mistyfox812 said, certain people just stick with you because they’re so genuine, even when we’re all just "philosophizing" here and there. It’s not just an outlet; you actually feel a warmth in your heart when you "run into" people who have actual souls instead of just opinions.

I’m an individualist and a bit of a loner, but I truly love people and teamwork.

To be honest, there have been moments in my life where I wished I was Rambo (you know, when he's just firing at anything in sight).

But it honestly hurts me when Life (I swear I have to use this word every third sentence to stay "hip" and not upset "adriatic") turns pure-hearted people into cold, unfeeling creatures or even vengeful ones.
Maybe this is off-topic, but it’s about practical, everyday reality.
Maybe what I see every day—since I love observing people and situations—isn't just an illusion. It's hard to put into words, but you can feel it.
I constantly see situations where callous "souls" hurt those who are small and innocent. Maybe there is Divine Providence or Karma, as some call it, but sometimes I feel like our own thoughts are what distribute that Justice.

Wait, I'm rambling now. I feel like I'm just blathering because I can't quite find the words for what I'm feeling.

So, back to basics,
I'm glad there's a good crew here, which is why I sometimes "reincarnate" on this forum. I'm not attached, but I feel that warmth in my heart even when we don't agree on a topic or hold different views.
Some people are just "feeling with their hearts," while others act like they're high on intellect; hopefully, the latter might meet the former and perhaps learn to drop the arguing, the arrogance, and the rudeness so they can lead a better Life (there I go again—sorry, adriatic) and improve the Life (again!) of those around them.

I think that's what Life (once more) is for, and maybe this Forum is a part of Him (again) too.

You know what, folks?
Death itself doesn't really bother me—it doesn't matter how or when it happens.
What actually keeps me up at night is figuring out how I’m going to exit this chapter. Physically speaking, I mean.
I have zero interest in lying in bed in agony while my body starts breaking down part by part. Will that happen before I’ve checked everything off my bucket list? What do you all think about the Dalai Lama's approach to preparing for death every single day? You know, treating every day like one small death?
Living for the moment, acting like you might die tonight... not getting too attached to anyone or anything. Not even to you guys, my brilliant friends here on the World Economic Forum.
Looking back over the last four or five years, what have we actually learned through this community? How much better has our lives become?
Are we any more tolerant of others?
I'm not much of a nostalgic type, but looking back, I see plenty of smart people have come and gone. It feels like life is getting harsher, and honestly, so is the vibe among everyone here.
I burn out often, then I find my way back here.
When I see how some people hide behind anonymity just to pretend to be someone they aren't—instead of actually learning from each other about what life truly means—it makes me think maybe a little "muerte" is just what we all need eventually.

oceanview said:

Our big questions are really just: what is life?
Can there even be life without death?
How much of ourselves actually lives on through our kids?

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So you're saying school today is basically a total failure, if I'm quoting you right.
But wouldn't things be different if schools actually started with those deep questions you mentioned? Maybe then we'd have real education.
Right now, it feels like the whole system operates on this dogma—this assumption that we already know everything about life. Death is treated like a taboo, and the entire structure seems designed to drill into our descendants (those little pioneers... we're the army, others had their ways...) that we and our grandfathers were always doing the right thing, just so they can follow in our footsteps.
And of course, if they happen to rebel... well, you hear it all the time about how "kids these days" are out of control. Back in our day, that didn't happen, and if it does, everything falls apart.
It reminds me of those old texts from ancient China where someone was complaining about the youth being corrupt, disobedient, and disrespectful to their parents. Pretty sure that was recorded thousands of years ago, too...
Anyway, what was it you asked? Oh, right.

People usually say black and white aren't actually colors, but rather the presence or absence of light.
That’s how I see it regarding life and death. Between that duality, I think there's a third element that matters more. In the color example, that would be light; in your question about life and death, that third thing would be Consciousness.
If that's the case, then death is simply the absence of consciousness.
And don't even get me started on whether an absence of consciousness is even possible.
If they say God is everywhere and in everything, then maybe that's just Consciousness being present in all things.
When we leave our bodies behind—what people call death—maybe we're just shifting our consciousness to something else, while the body itself retains its own kind of awareness, a sort of "biological consciousness."

In the end, I feel like there has to be a third element in everything.
That's what actually drives the whole thing.
Because as long as there are only two opposing forces,
nothing in time and space truly exists.

viviana said:Where does the fall actually happen?

Or rather, what is it that separates us from wholeness—from life itself? 🙂

Forgive me for jumping into this conversation between you and Atlantic, but I can't help thinking the "fall" starts back in school. It happens when you start absorbing everyone else's lives and ideas. You find it easier to just go along with outside influences than to trust your own simple, small conclusions. Then, if you start getting punished for your own actions—especially if parents lean too hard on "discipline"—it becomes impossible to stay free-thinking and openhearted...

It always makes me think of the great Einsteins. He used to say he didn't reach wise conclusions until much later in life because his brain developed slower than his peers. He was still tackling those childhood questions—those big questions about meaning—well into his later years. Back then, the adults didn't exactly think he was a genius, so they didn't try to "mold" him in any specific direction...

viviana said:..., if I really sat down to think about it: just once, and then absolutely never again... (trying to force my mind to grasp that incomprehensible, irreversible never as something actually understandable)—I’d probably give up on that mental trip pretty fast. It feels like a dizzying spiral where you're convinced such a thing is simply impossible, and that never doesn't exist within the time and space our thoughts search through, hoping to find some crack of meaning that might eventually reveal itself as light at the end of the tunnel... it's just too much to wrap your head around.

It looks like you aren't the only one who has run into this non-existent word: NEVER. When I was a kid, that thought used to spin in my head endlessly—stretching back into the past and forward into the future. The more I let myself drift with it, the more certain I became that it didn't exist. I couldn't accept the idea that my tiny little self wasn't recorded in the past, nor would ever be recorded in an infinite future.
Later, once I learned how to read, books opened doors to similar ideas and new theories.
Back then, Grandma's stories about Jesus were a fascinating world😲 but sometimes terrifying,😈 always confusing,😕 and impossible to find in real life.🙂 The promises of paradise and eternal life felt like nothing more than fairy tales to my young mind, which was empty of prejudice but full of intellectual speculation, especially compared to the heavy reality of death I witnessed firsthand—from people to even my pets.
I deeply believed that what I saw with my own eyes just wasn't fair or true.😵...