On 7/12/13 7:09 AM, Xenophaneros Anartaxius wrote:
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<authfriend@...> wrote:
> Xeno has no insights about apologizing. He makes
> it up as he goes along because he knows it impresses
> people like you.
Wrong. I have no idea whether it impresses people or not, or will
impress people or not. I just make it up. If I angle for trying to get
some specific response from others, then that behaviour results in my
being controlled by that desire. It is living in a prison.
For reasons not known to me, you appear to think that what you think
represents reality and truth. The human mind is a fantasy
manufacturing facility, and it churns out its stuff on a second by
second basis.
Yes wow Xeno is back !!! Yep this nails it really - human mind is a
fantasy manufacturing ability. Judy may have produced clear evidence of
Share's words over and over again - but it is all fantasy, fiction.
Really I can say Xenosociopath is a , something about Xeno makes me
uncomfortable and his behavior is very similar to a sociopath. andI
don't really need to take any accountability for it because that's what
it is - my mind, conjuring up fantasies. Not to forget truth and facts
don't matter in Unity - your original postulate Xeno, facts and truth
don't exist at a universal, impersonal level, very powerful - very profound.
I wonder if arguments like yours can used in a court of law. I mean
anything can be explained away with your postulates Xeno. Why is there
any need for any honesty, any integrity? I don't think you even
associate with these values - you don't even have any dignity
apparently. How pathetic and retarded Xeno.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.