If you ask me, do I think
if animals can think
and if they can think
what do they think?
Would they think
humans can think
and if they could think
what would they think
about us.
So if you ask me, do I think
if animals can think
then I'd say, I think,
that I don't think that they can think.
Because if animals could think
and about us would think
and think that we could think
then I think they won't think
much good about us.
zaterdag 21 juni 2008
woensdag 18 juni 2008
Planetfall - The silliness of our kind
Being held in Lockdown and no idea how long it would take, I decided to take a few days leave of absence. I went down to the planet and observed the locals and was amazed how much they were into a game, in which teams from all over the little blue globe competed against each other for honor of country, mocked and ground to dust each other when one was defeated, and shone pure hatred and envy to the other side, and those who did the hating didn't really do anything else but yell at their own team, distracting them from scoring the points. Those who win tear down everything around them in pure victory bliss, those who loose tear down all that surrounds them in pure frustration. In each case, people break things, and for what... because some atlets have competed.
These people seemed oblivious to the interstellar cold war that was going round just above their cloud-deck, four races of the same origin people trying to kill and maim each other in blind love for their own species.
Now I might be a simple pilot, but surely this way, the game and the war, it's quite the same, pointless, and cannot go on this way. No one can win, as the sons take up the arms of the fathers, or the cousins will, and no one group can truely eradicate anothe completely, no matter how hard they try, so the circle will go on and on and on.
So in general, every so often years, groups come to blows to compete in who is the stronger of that time and generally hate each other, but no one really knows what is to gain by it. Is it Glory? Pride? There is no glory, no pride, because the ones who proudly shout for the glory of their team amount to absolutely nothing, a useless guesture like screaming into the wind to stop. They don't create anything or help anyone, actions that live on. In basis, they just act this way to feel closer to each other, because they are proud together for the athletes of their realm, and it's just an excuse to drink vast amounts of alcohol, which blurrs their vision and their judgement.
It all made me remember what a friend once said to me, on a late night when I was trying to drink away the land-swagger one gets after being in space too long.
'To be true in honor, one must be the one whose hands are dirty in helping others. To be proud to live in a certain place means seeing and honoring those who do the work no one else can.'
The silliness of mankind...
To those who think they don't like me,
because I speak my mind.
You are not the first, not the last,
to think you can better me.
I just throw a mirror to reflect your self,
your actions, your words, your mind.
It is not me you hate,
but what you see me to be.
Just wait until you get to know me,
listen to me, think about the words a while.
Then you'll REALLY don't like me.
Because then you will truely know
I don't care a bit about you
until you speak your mind,
just like I do now.
So hate me in your anger,
beat me, even kill me,
and you'll only dissolve
in the acid you've spewed.
But embrace me in your kindness,
and you will be embraced.
See me for a wonder,
and I will see you too.
Kyraiela, 2008
These people seemed oblivious to the interstellar cold war that was going round just above their cloud-deck, four races of the same origin people trying to kill and maim each other in blind love for their own species.
Now I might be a simple pilot, but surely this way, the game and the war, it's quite the same, pointless, and cannot go on this way. No one can win, as the sons take up the arms of the fathers, or the cousins will, and no one group can truely eradicate anothe completely, no matter how hard they try, so the circle will go on and on and on.
So in general, every so often years, groups come to blows to compete in who is the stronger of that time and generally hate each other, but no one really knows what is to gain by it. Is it Glory? Pride? There is no glory, no pride, because the ones who proudly shout for the glory of their team amount to absolutely nothing, a useless guesture like screaming into the wind to stop. They don't create anything or help anyone, actions that live on. In basis, they just act this way to feel closer to each other, because they are proud together for the athletes of their realm, and it's just an excuse to drink vast amounts of alcohol, which blurrs their vision and their judgement.
It all made me remember what a friend once said to me, on a late night when I was trying to drink away the land-swagger one gets after being in space too long.
'To be true in honor, one must be the one whose hands are dirty in helping others. To be proud to live in a certain place means seeing and honoring those who do the work no one else can.'
The silliness of mankind...
To those who think they don't like me,
because I speak my mind.
You are not the first, not the last,
to think you can better me.
I just throw a mirror to reflect your self,
your actions, your words, your mind.
It is not me you hate,
but what you see me to be.
Just wait until you get to know me,
listen to me, think about the words a while.
Then you'll REALLY don't like me.
Because then you will truely know
I don't care a bit about you
until you speak your mind,
just like I do now.
So hate me in your anger,
beat me, even kill me,
and you'll only dissolve
in the acid you've spewed.
But embrace me in your kindness,
and you will be embraced.
See me for a wonder,
and I will see you too.
Kyraiela, 2008
dinsdag 10 juni 2008
A list of Angels (not the pirate kind)
While in Lockdown (see Lockdown for that), just to have something to do, I started on my long wanted list of Angels and Divine Entities, true saviours in need, those who quite deserve to be put in the spotlight, if only for once. This list will be amended from time to time, when Angels and Divine Entities make themselves known to me.
Angels:
Lukien: friendly hauler.
Robin_07: friendly hauler.
Meyket: friendly chatter when we cross paths.
Backdoor Bandit of the Minmatar Gay Rights League: This noble person fights for freedom of the most elusive but absolute kind in EVE, the freedom of Choice.
Corp members of VOC dutch division, of course.
Divine Entities:
Vincehouw: replacing my shot down BattleCruiser
Novemno: a great guy who got me started after I lost all.
With that, I also added a list of Assh*les, pathetic waste of spaces, and Absolute Assh*les, those who I wouldn't mind personally airlocking while Laughing Out Loud at them... may they die in Real from horrible diseases, after a good long time of intense suffering. Sending me proof of having shot (at) them, podkilled them or any other physical or mental harm did to them will deserve a spot on my Angels list.
Assh*les:
D_dark: canflipper and so de facto orethief, works for Nathan Harrow, Absolute Assh*le. Kill on sight, shame him into the darkest corners of oblivion.
Absolute Assh*les:
Nathan Harrow: shooting mining ships and threatening to destroy them for ransom, just for the fun of it. People like this would just enjoy spreading AIDS just because they have it to spread, a school bully just because he can, but pittyful because he needs to do it in EVE, for he lacks the power or the balls to do it for real and get beaten up for it by the REAL bullies, which he rightfully diserves. To be honest, I would lovingly give this guy to Backdoor Bandit, to open him up somewhat. As he is my first Absolute Assh*le, this one I put a hex on personally for quite painful and shaming diseases, but any who meet him can do him harm in any way they please and earn my respect and naming as an Angel. And all of this I say without any trace of hate, just stating my love for him with a smile on my face. Revenge will be mine, for karma cannot be denied.
Angels:
Lukien: friendly hauler.
Robin_07: friendly hauler.
Meyket: friendly chatter when we cross paths.
Backdoor Bandit of the Minmatar Gay Rights League: This noble person fights for freedom of the most elusive but absolute kind in EVE, the freedom of Choice.
Corp members of VOC dutch division, of course.
Divine Entities:
Vincehouw: replacing my shot down BattleCruiser
Novemno: a great guy who got me started after I lost all.
With that, I also added a list of Assh*les, pathetic waste of spaces, and Absolute Assh*les, those who I wouldn't mind personally airlocking while Laughing Out Loud at them... may they die in Real from horrible diseases, after a good long time of intense suffering. Sending me proof of having shot (at) them, podkilled them or any other physical or mental harm did to them will deserve a spot on my Angels list.
Assh*les:
D_dark: canflipper and so de facto orethief, works for Nathan Harrow, Absolute Assh*le. Kill on sight, shame him into the darkest corners of oblivion.
Absolute Assh*les:
Nathan Harrow: shooting mining ships and threatening to destroy them for ransom, just for the fun of it. People like this would just enjoy spreading AIDS just because they have it to spread, a school bully just because he can, but pittyful because he needs to do it in EVE, for he lacks the power or the balls to do it for real and get beaten up for it by the REAL bullies, which he rightfully diserves. To be honest, I would lovingly give this guy to Backdoor Bandit, to open him up somewhat. As he is my first Absolute Assh*le, this one I put a hex on personally for quite painful and shaming diseases, but any who meet him can do him harm in any way they please and earn my respect and naming as an Angel. And all of this I say without any trace of hate, just stating my love for him with a smile on my face. Revenge will be mine, for karma cannot be denied.
Lockdown...
Nothing a truly special day, nothing really happening except for politics, which are booring anyway and therefore not worth min(d)ing, today I suddenly found myself in Lockdown and inspection of my goods.
Now normally I don't mind people examining my 'goods' as long as they keep their hands to themselves (lookie lookie, no touchie) but these guys were really 'intrusive' into my affairs!
To boot they depanded me to downloaded the latest patch of CPU-guidance software, or else I would find my licence for flying revoked! On inquiry of their legitimicy of their claim (or in my words 'who the hell they think they are') they showed me a cheap tin badge saying 'CCP' and a serial number on the back, gave me no time to write the number down or anything, and they claimed to have the right to me check out and make demands... so I let them check around, I have nothing to hide (or at least, when found I deserve it for not hiding it better) and they went on their way, but really...
This whole chebang cost me a full day of mining and running missions, a full day lost of income, and no way to be refunded for it... I asked.
Just who do these CCP guys think they are?? Some kind of secret police?
Is there really a greater power above the four races, who govern it all and pull the strings, maybe even make things happen the way they do?
From this moment on I will be suspicious of any- and everyone, my paranoid nature has grown exponationally since this last encounter. Even you, reader are now under suspicion... Or maybe I am just getting the dreaded fake-gravity station-sickness (reverse of space-sickness, which is kinda like sea-sickness but at 0-grav... much more 3D), longing to once again fly through the vastness of empty space doing damage to roids or to those who deserve it (in which case I am judge jury and executioner... but normally I am quite nice... really...). ARG! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Now normally I don't mind people examining my 'goods' as long as they keep their hands to themselves (lookie lookie, no touchie) but these guys were really 'intrusive' into my affairs!
To boot they depanded me to downloaded the latest patch of CPU-guidance software, or else I would find my licence for flying revoked! On inquiry of their legitimicy of their claim (or in my words 'who the hell they think they are') they showed me a cheap tin badge saying 'CCP' and a serial number on the back, gave me no time to write the number down or anything, and they claimed to have the right to me check out and make demands... so I let them check around, I have nothing to hide (or at least, when found I deserve it for not hiding it better) and they went on their way, but really...
This whole chebang cost me a full day of mining and running missions, a full day lost of income, and no way to be refunded for it... I asked.
Just who do these CCP guys think they are?? Some kind of secret police?
Is there really a greater power above the four races, who govern it all and pull the strings, maybe even make things happen the way they do?
From this moment on I will be suspicious of any- and everyone, my paranoid nature has grown exponationally since this last encounter. Even you, reader are now under suspicion... Or maybe I am just getting the dreaded fake-gravity station-sickness (reverse of space-sickness, which is kinda like sea-sickness but at 0-grav... much more 3D), longing to once again fly through the vastness of empty space doing damage to roids or to those who deserve it (in which case I am judge jury and executioner... but normally I am quite nice... really...). ARG! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
maandag 9 juni 2008
Loss of a BattleCruiser
Finlly I had saved up enough, with help of an anonimous sugar-daddy (who knows who he is, and so does his wife :P) after four years got back into the seat of a BattleCruiser, which I rigged for mining... 6 tech 2 mininglasers, with added CPU that was needed... friends who helped hauling here and there, but also sometimes I hauled myself by leaving my jetcan in space for just a moment.
Then it happened, some moron passed by, stole my can and dropped my ore in his own can closeby.
Annoyed as I was, I retrieved it and was amazed of the idiocy of law, for in taking back the ore, I was marked for theft and his friend, coward that he was, hung closeby in a battleship to shoot she sh*t out of me. When close to destruction, they even had the guts to demand tribute of 2 mil, which I didn't have, I just got the BC and was broke, and not only shot it to shreds, but podkilled me to boot. It's a clear cowardly act of people who are too much looser to be schoolyard bullies, but still have a mind of a 10 year old, to kill defenceless ships in absolute overpowerment and randsom them. And I am sure if I had paid, they hadn't shot me anyway, because sush is the nature of cowards.
Of course I was annoyed as hell, but learned that lesson very well that time.
So a Message to all: NEVER take back a stolen can, it's a trick of cowards who enjoy killing defenceless ships.
Then it happened, some moron passed by, stole my can and dropped my ore in his own can closeby.
Annoyed as I was, I retrieved it and was amazed of the idiocy of law, for in taking back the ore, I was marked for theft and his friend, coward that he was, hung closeby in a battleship to shoot she sh*t out of me. When close to destruction, they even had the guts to demand tribute of 2 mil, which I didn't have, I just got the BC and was broke, and not only shot it to shreds, but podkilled me to boot. It's a clear cowardly act of people who are too much looser to be schoolyard bullies, but still have a mind of a 10 year old, to kill defenceless ships in absolute overpowerment and randsom them. And I am sure if I had paid, they hadn't shot me anyway, because sush is the nature of cowards.
Of course I was annoyed as hell, but learned that lesson very well that time.
So a Message to all: NEVER take back a stolen can, it's a trick of cowards who enjoy killing defenceless ships.
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