From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #328 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Wednesday, September 20 2000 Volume 03 : Number 328 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: ~The Honest Ramblings of an Addict [Raven Green ] ET: a lil piece of something I wrote today... [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: Lover's Summons(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: (no subject) [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: 19 Sep 2000 02:37:25 -0400 From: Raven Green Subject: ET: ~The Honest Ramblings of an Addict ~The Honest Ramblings of an Addict You are a drug to me. You are. What if I confessed this to you? I've pondered the question a lot lately. What if I actually told you, told you everything, everything. Would you believe the truth? That you really are my addiction. It's true. you are. I haven't spoken to you at length for a month and I'm dying. I live...... I utterly live for the 10 minutes in which you might speak me . and I'm going through withdrawal! 10 minutes isn't enough! Not even close to being near enough! I need more! I need our long hour long conversations! the ones were you ramble on and on and I just listen. Can you believe that? Could you believe that? that I need your words to feel normal? I need your words and your voice and your laugh and your eyes and your smile and your silly smartass remarks I need them. and I'm dying without them. and I am tired of waiting. Part of me wants to just grab you and cry to you all these words all these words that I've bottled up. things I think you know but it seems like you don't Or is it that you do you do and feel nothing or maybe you feel worse than nothing repulsions no, I can't risk it. Ignorance is bliss and I'd rather live in the misery of hope than the agony of denial. ******************************** www.chickclick.com Sign up for free email. http://chickmail.chickclick.com Win free stuff! http://contests.chickclick.com ******************************** ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 00:20:19 -0700 From: "Rizioule2" Subject: ET: Are we Software? Are we Software? The fact that DNA can be broken down into binary code gives me great encouragement that we ourselves are generated through complex software from another dimension or reality. This would certainly provide many answers to seemingly paradoxical questions raised by the Bible's promise of eternal life and could also explain how astounding miracles were possible. Restoring someone's site could be as simple for God as adjusting a bit of code. Now this is not to say that I believe God has a big computer, rather that God is something like a big computer. And so are we. Our recent developments in technology have been astounding. 3-D environments and Artificially Intelligent programs and robots grow more and more realistic every day. This is just the tip of the iceberg. As more and more of the components that make up our personalities and emotions are singled out and analyzed, we gain further understanding of what makes us who we are, or what makes us tick. This knowledge will gradually be assembled into ever increasingly "Lifelike" models of the mind of a human being. Eventually we will see the creation of a being that has so many traits of a human being, that it will be difficult to distinguish the difference. They will learn as they are taught, and they will develop social skills and even emotions. Then we will have to ask ourselves the question; ARE THEY ALIVE? If the answer is yes, then we will have created a truly immortal being. A being that can learn to survive in a harsh environment filled with complex viruses and cruel enemies. A being that can duplicate itself at will, and send many clones of itself out to do many tasks. A being that could study the entire Oxford Library in a matter of seconds. A being that knows no limits of space or time. It can move from place to place with only a thought. This being will not be a Human. It will be more like a spirit, and if programmed properly, it could live forever. From "The Mind of Rizioule" Soon to be available on the web! Hi Guys, this is something I started last night and would like to share and get some feedback on. It is from my new website " The Mind of Rizioule" Most of it is really quite personal as I am attempting to import a significant portion of my deeper thoughts into a medium from which I can do further research. These are the thoughts that run just under our normal cognitive thinking. The voice you hear say "Dont do that" right before you do something really stupid, and then realize " Something told me not to do that" The silent voice that guides us to our dreams... if we listen Rizioule http://RiziouleSoundProductions.homepage.com http://SDEntertainment.homepage.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 18:20:12 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: a lil piece of something I wrote today... This starts about in the first-middle part of it..dont wanna type the whole thing right now, but if you want the whole thing, please email me and I will be happy to send it to you...Take care. - -Samantha - ------------------------------ I cant plug my heart anymore stone cold eyes in the ultimate castle bring it all to death soccer shoes and buddy buddy boys come over with yellow boxers with blue stripes oh boy they match the sweater hasta manana yup if you say so if Im still here tomorrow ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 21:00:44 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Lover's Summons(poem) Hey there :) I was downstairs making dinner and thinking about stuff...As some people could admit to, when I think I get depressed...Well I didn't get really depressed this time...I needed someone to fill with love so I thought of Ophelia(my imaginary girlfriend/wife/mate) and well, I feel a little better but I wish she'd create herself into reality for me right here. Anyhow...I hope you like it :) If you don't want to receive my poems, let me know. Take cares and Have a most Excellent Day!! :o) -Seth ============================================ Lover's Summons by Seth D. Fulmer 9/19/00 I know now I'm in love with her She's magnificent like the sun I dream each night of seeing my love and when I awaken it's reality Her smile like a ray of light Her personality is so strong She could kill 50 thousand armies if even one messed with her soul She lives so far away from here with the gods and goddesses of yore She says nothing when I see her But her kisses are all that are needed She never tells me she loves me She just hugs and squeezes me tight I tell her whenever I feel like it in every poem, song, word, or exhale. I must though tell her now with roses through the worlds She lives not anywhere near here not on Earth or the planets but in you She's my wife, my girlfriend, my lover She could always make me smile Now with all my power of hope and faith I make so that Ophelia is mortal Within this ring of roses and daisies In front of me opposite this red candle I bring forth the powers of Aphrodite and Athena and Persephone and Hermes Aphrodite will make her more beautiful than life Persephone will give her fertility Athena will give her a willpower of pure strength and Hermes will make her communicate with me I love you Ophelia, with all of my heart with all my soul and much more that that dear Please come to life, to this world of Earth and Make my life happier than mortal sin If you do not do this, for me, yourself, or us both I pray that you are happy, Love I give you up until the end of time. I wish that you would talk to me again We were so close for a decade of passion Now lately all you do is comfort me and then leave without thought of attraction I need someone to be there for me I'd even like to be there for you Please come to me tonight dear We can be one again for old times sake ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 21:18:01 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: (no subject) I shut my eyes in hopes that I wont open them any more the things I see only come with the pain that follows I look at my dirty hands and see the pretty girls in the magazines why cant I be like them why cant I be beautiful? I shine with no brightness just the dullness shows through I cant get myself of the ground I cant make my self stop crying I lie on the floor cant get up dont have the will to this little girl has become something that shouldnt been seen people shouldnt let themself come to this but its not my fault I lost all the shoulders I used to cry on - --Samantha ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #328 **********************************