Ghosts, Time Travel, and Space / Inter-dimensional Neural Communication...

[2jakes]

No hat pin, no problem. Go to the other end of the spectrum. That pleasurable encounter that you had with your partner between the bedsheets last night, real or imagined? Discuss.
(I dare you to say imagined, and then tell your partner that.)

 

[GHT]

My signature:

Expectation is the root of all heartache.
William Shakespeare
Heartache wasn't around in The Bard's day, what he actually said was:
"Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises.", it's from All's Well That Ends Well.
So now you know.

But you already knew that, brilliant response though. Touché.

 

[Zombie_61]

Perhaps I'm dead already, or never existed at all in any physical form and ALL of this is simply a dream from wich I will one day awake, only to fall asleep and dream a whole other life the next time?

Take a large hat pin, insert sharp end into your eyeball, push hat pin into your eyeball. Was the pain real, or imagined? Discuss.

But if his life is simply a dream, how can he know whether the pain is real or imagined?

 

[Trenchfriend]

That's kind of the way I look at it -- I'm more worried about what'll happen to my island-of-misfit-toys ad-hoc family at the theatre after I go than I am about my own eternal destiny. And, of course, my cat, who is kind of a misfit-toy herself, and would be unlikely to be happy in another home.

I think a lot about my own mortality. My grandmother, after whom I take physically, died at 69. That's sixteen years away for me, which in the grand scheme of things is not very long at all. I'm in better health than she was, certainly, and I've never sabotaged myself with tobacco the way she did, but You Never Know. I worked with a guy in radio who was a health nut, .01 percent body fat, ran ten miles a day, all that -- and he dropped dead at 46 from an aneurysm he never knew he had. The older I get the more conscious I am of the fact that something could cut me down at any moment and I might never know what hit me.

I do not, however, want to end up like my mother, who has outlived nearly everyone she ever really cared about. I think that would be a fate worse than death.

Lizzie, I really hope, you haven't consumpted too much heavy-metals with that canned thun-fish/bonito-fish. In Europe, they say, it's mainly ok, but, who knows...

 

[HudsonHawk]

Lizzie, I really hope, you haven't consumpted too much heavy-metals with that canned thun-fish/bonito-fish. In Europe, they say, it's mainly ok, but, who knows...

Well, the people who study and do intensive research on the subject. But I get the feeling you pretty much discount their opinion anyway.