2018-01-05 at 1:13 AM UTC
To answer the question specifically though, a 3 kilogram shard.
2018-01-05 at 1:14 AM UTC
I tried selling my soul when I was younger. Not even sure why, I was doing a lot of drugs at the time. I think I was just mad at God and mad at the world, and was drawn toward the opposite of what I was raised in.
It didn't seem to work, thankfully
2018-01-05 at 1:35 AM UTC
I believe in something like a soul. Faggotron 5000s like Sam Harris would call it something like "pure consciousness".
I believe that the "soul" is featureless, like lump of clay. Your soul and my soul are no different. I came to this conclusion when I dropped 2 tabs of acid. I realized that whatever is experiencing this stuff, and my body are not one and the same. In fact, my consciousness has almost nothing to do with my body. It's simply an observer.
During the trip, I felt separate from my body. I felt like "I" was watching the equivalent of a CCTV camera, but for all my senses. And my body continued to function mostly as normal. It didn't need my input. In fact I couldn't even think. My consciousness was not really privy to those internal calculations my brain was doing, how it was considering things, formulating conclusions and responses and so on. It just happened. My body kept on functioning, but my mind or consciousness was not in the driver's seat.
And one very important feeling I had was that my consciousness was not "behind my eyes" so to speak. Normally we have this sense that we are "here", or that "we" are located inside our skull somehow. But it very strongly felt like my consciousness was not anywhere in particular. It just was.
The other important realisation was that my self is not my body. And my "self" seems to be completely featureless. It has no desires or wants. It's just some kind of abstract idea that's currently recieving signals from a body. Maybe I'm a brain in a jar. I don't know. But whatever it is, it is completely without firm or feature. If I were to out my consciousness into your body, and you were to put yours into mine, I imagine our bodies would continue to function exactly as they have. That continuum of physical determinism will continue to exist as always, and this mind outside of the body will never send information "downstream" to it. In fact it has no information to send.
So all in all, I think at least from that one doubletabbed trip, it feels like there is some sort of thing behind our experience, and that's what one might call a soul. It seems to me that that thing, whatever it is, is what makes the difference between the Chinese room, and a person who actually knows Chinese. It kind of made me reject functionalism.
2018-01-05 at 1:36 AM UTC
To answer the question, shapeshifting penis. I want to be able to function like a tail, but on my front. I want to transform it into a third arm, a third leg, a lasso, a butter knife, a tambourine etc
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2018-01-05 at 1:37 AM UTC
Also, I'll admit regarding my first post, it's possible I just thought all of that shit because I was on drugs and you think the weirdest shit, and believe the weirdest shit when you're tripping balls. Who knows.
2018-01-05 at 2:09 AM UTC
I wouldn't sell my soul.
Why spend eternity when you only have to do a light version of it on earth for the average 80 years or so.
2018-01-05 at 2:16 AM UTC
Speedy, do you go to Church because it makes your mom happy or what?
And also to everyone.. don't sell your soul to the devil.
2018-01-05 at 3:20 AM UTC
Originally posted by Captain Falcon
I believe in something like a soul. Faggotron 5000s like Sam Harris would call it something like "pure consciousness".
I believe that the "soul" is featureless, like lump of clay. Your soul and my soul are no different. I came to this conclusion when I dropped 2 tabs of acid. I realized that whatever is experiencing this stuff, and my body are not one and the same. In fact, my consciousness has almost nothing to do with my body. It's simply an observer.
During the trip, I felt separate from my body. I felt like "I" was watching the equivalent of a CCTV camera, but for all my senses. And my body continued to function mostly as normal. It didn't need my input. In fact I couldn't even think. My consciousness was not really privy to those internal calculations my brain was doing, how it was considering things, formulating conclusions and responses and so on. It just happened. My body kept on functioning, but my mind or consciousness was not in the driver's seat.
And one very important feeling I had was that my consciousness was not "behind my eyes" so to speak. Normally we have this sense that we are "here", or that "we" are located inside our skull somehow. But it very strongly felt like my consciousness was not anywhere in particular. It just was.
The other important realisation was that my self is not my body. And my "self" seems to be completely featureless. It has no desires or wants. It's just some kind of abstract idea that's currently recieving signals from a body. Maybe I'm a brain in a jar. I don't know. But whatever it is, it is completely without firm or feature. If I were to out my consciousness into your body, and you were to put yours into mine, I imagine our bodies would continue to function exactly as they have. That continuum of physical determinism will continue to exist as always, and this mind outside of the body will never send information "downstream" to it. In fact it has no information to send.
So all in all, I think at least from that one doubletabbed trip, it feels like there is some sort of thing behind our experience, and that's what one might call a soul. It seems to me that that thing, whatever it is, is what makes the difference between the Chinese room, and a person who actually knows Chinese. It kind of made me reject functionalism.
Didn't read.
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2018-01-05 at 6:47 AM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
Originally posted by RestStop
Yeah, I'd settle for 35 billion easy.
mmmm.. that would definitely make things a lot easier...
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2018-01-27 at 8:54 PM UTC
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Never sell your soul. It's not something you can ever get back.
2018-01-27 at 9:33 PM UTC
I'd sell my soul for unlimited life and wealth. Can't go to hell if you don't die.
