Girlfriend still out of town. After doing some real deal python programming at work, I called up my friend X. and we smoked and hung out in thrift shops, music stores, cafes, and bookstores. Amazed once again at how flat my favorite barista's chest is. She has a nice voice but her taste in literature is absolute crap, to say nothing about her taste in philosophy and religion.

There's a homeless guy in my town who always wears a helmet and pushes around a cart with blankets and cans and stuff in it. He's the only homeless guy in my town and has some various myths attached to him (Got a 4.0 through college and got a PhD in physics, going on to teach at Stanford before his mental collapse, has an extremely wealthy family and chooses to be homeless, eats cats, etc).

Him and I chatted a bit for the first time after he shouts, "Hey, you look familiar!" about the role of the snake in Eastern religion, oscillating waves in quantum physics, transhumanism, and all that other schizo junk for a while this afternoon. He looks me in the eye, and he says that I'm not like other folks, that I'm on his frequency. "You're a snake. I'm a snake too. 2013 is the year of the snake." Then he shakes the plastic rattlesnake he carries around at me. Nice for an amateur like me to chat with a professional philosopher.

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The famous rule regarding insanity is the catch #22.

>>281
Just jump out a window or something, Emily. Quick fall. Painless. Out like a light, blank before it can be changed. Your genetics aside, you had your life ruined for you early in childhood by your father. And if we look at how you live your daily life, you can't improve. The truly wise man, once overcoming all his desires and his ego, has no choice but to bring death onto himself and thus improve the world around him. Do you want to be remembered as a pitiful shell of a human or as someone who had attained enlightenment?