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LHwolf: [...] It's awfully rude to repost something from a mailing list onto a  newsgroup without the permission of all of the people quoted.

InkyPinkie: Hey, why is it rude? Your convincing arguments should be known to the world, everybody needs to know your truth. Do you have to be praised to the skies in order to feel within netiquettes when you are exposed to other people without pants? You can show what you have, can't you? Come on wriggle your tail, be proud. I guess you are! 

You should mark your outlets and mention on everything, that you want this copyrighted. But don't forget to do it also on all farts and burps you let go, these might be worth more than your verbal comments. (At least they are authentic and genius). 
Advice: If you hold back your outlets for some time, then they might have much more effect by coming out more powerful.
Have a nice day!

PS: By the way: You should try to manipulate the direction your outlets go. If your farts would go up they might transform into intuition, but probably they would come out just as burps. But it is worth trying, you will enrich the Net, that is what we need all because everywhere there is so much chicken shit, bullshit and elephant shit. You have the credit that you have sublimated this by your services, but from the sublime to the ridiculous there is only a little step and you are used to jump very far. It might be necessary to hold on and to transform things first within yourself... Just my little humble hiccup as a comment to your post.

To cheer you up, the following story you might remember with grace:

Little Red Riding Hood is skipping down the road when she sees the Big Bad Wolf crouched down behind a log.
"My what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf," says Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf jumps up and runs away!!!
Further down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again. This time he is crouched behind a tree stump.
"My what big ears you have Mr.Wolf," says Little Red Riding Hood. Again the wolf jumps up and runs away.
About 2 miles down the track Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again, this time crouched down behind a road sign.
"My what big teeth you have Mr. Wolf", taunts Little Red Riding Hood.
With that the Big Bad Wolf jumps up and screams... "Will you fuck off, I'm trying to take a shit!"
Wriggle your tail and the weather will change... 

Wmaster: [...] would you have difficulty accepting the possibility that "a butterfly flapping its wings in Tokyo can affect the climate on the East Coast of the United States," to quote a popular illustration offered by chaos theorists?
If so, ask yourself the following:  Would you have believed that a man flapping his penis in an Arkansas hotel room could, years later, affect the political climate of the entire world?

InkyPinkie: Indeed, this is true: Since this man flapped his penis, the weather has changed. And the phenomena goes on: As there are men like him all over the world who are flapping their penises, so the weather is changing all the time. So what can we do about it? Can we stop flapping our penises? Would then the weather not change anymore? But isn't the change of the weather or whatever a natural thing like the flapping of penises? Who are we to stop one or the other? Are we not causing exactly then what we don't want? 
Manipulation all over. We want to manipulate even more. Up to a degree that absolutely everything is under complete control. 
We want to control the chaos, because we have to admit that there is chaos all over. We can negate it or we can close our eyes. That we have done since ever, but it is more and more obvious, that this is not the way to avoid the caused effects and so we want to control it, even knowing that this is impossible. To be able to control we have to know the exact facts. But as we know always only parts, we are not able to control. We are not even knowing ourselves, just in a few more or less superficial aspects. We go on with the used way: controlling ourselves us much as we can. With the result that we accumulate energies in such an extent that the uncontrolled escape of high pressure causes then such a chaos which can't be controlled...
Now there comes the scientists with their high pitched theories. For what? To make the control more effective? To include uncovered aspects of life into their control? Do they believe that they can come nearer of being able to create when manipulating? To create a new reality on top of the old one and without the need to relate profoundly to what is already there?
Why is there that much desire to control? Isn't it because we want to keep our self image? An image which we have created out of our desires and because we are separated from our roots? To protect ourselves from influences which might force changes? Which might force us to accept reality how it is and not how we wish it to be in our dreams.
Why can't we allow that things just happen? And then relate to it in a more impersonal way, what could mean that we are not reacting emotionally from our unconscious background. Why we are always defending ourselves? To keep untouched what we believe we are? And because of our defensive attitude, we are shut off from a positive understanding. We can't see that everything what happens might be just the right thing to teach us, to help us growing, to give an answer to the question we didn't yet dare to ask.
We are in a closed circle of protection, defense and manipulation. We are adapting new concepts only if they confirm ourselves in the known way... Is there no way out of this?
There is. The first condition for a way out is that we are aware where we are. Now, each of us in one's individual situation and structure. Where we are really and not just in our ideas, projects, fantasies, dreams. So if we realize where we are, what might be difficult to take, we might be able to let it happen: No matter if it is chaos or void. This surely will have an impact not only on one's own personality but also on our surrounding and so onto the whole, probably much more than a flapping penis or  wings of a butterfly...
 

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