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Originally posted by InTheLight
Do I have a persona here?
Originally posted by InTheLight
I am not concerned what other's said I do. I am concerned with what I say I can do, where I can go.
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
I'll answer the crux of your post.
What motivates you to care?
The impression that others don't.
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
reply to post by InTheLight
I am not concerned what other's said I do. I am concerned with what I say I can do, where I can go.
And what is your goal in being concerned? Do you have a direction that concerns you? A direction that you find meaning in?edit on 15-2-2013 by AfterInfinity because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
reply to post by ErgoTheConclusion
If I inspire someone else to care, and they succeed where I don't, then I have succeeded in making a difference.
What motivates you to care that others don't care the way you think they should?
If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved and nobody lied,
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
we'd see the day...that nobody died...
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
Perhaps I am biased in some way, but I don't believe that I am wrong...
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
reply to post by ErgoTheConclusion
What motivates you to care that others don't care the way you think they should?
There's a song I know that phrases it quite well:
If everyone cared and nobody cried,
If everyone loved and nobody lied,
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
we'd see the day...that nobody died...
Perhaps I am biased in some way, but I don't believe that I am wrong for wanting to see those lyrics fully realized in this world. Even if it's just one day where not a single bullet split the air, not a single tear of horror or misery fell, not a single child went hungry or cold, not a single family was marred by cruelty, and not a single person felt fear.
One day of complete global happiness. One day where everyone could shake hands and smile, and know that they could trust one another with their lives. One day where we fight for one another instead of ourselves. One day where we can look up at the stars and think that even if we are alone in the universe, we're in the best of hands and best of company.
Just one day of true peace. That's what motivates me. The dreams that could be realized, the hopes that could be kindled, the future that could be glimpsed, with one day of true peace throughout the world. Isn't that an idea you can believe in? Isn't that something all of ATS fights for, every day?
That's how I think others should care. It occurs to me that if such a thing is not the object of our struggles, then perhaps we shouldn't be struggling. And if you believe I am wrong, then show me why.edit on 15-2-2013 by AfterInfinity because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
reply to post by ErgoTheConclusion
Are you going to address the rest of my post, or are you just going to jab at the weakest point you could spot within three seconds of seeing my post? You addressed one line, one line, out of all of the post. Come on, show some effort. Or am I just not worth it?
edit on 15-2-2013 by AfterInfinity because: (no reason given)
Why would I address it? I don't disagree with you.
And believe me, despite your impressions... I've been putting in quite a lot of effort into our conversation the entire time. Every single thing has been very specifically and carefully written. Very carefully.
Dreams can come true, but humanity has many fractals or stages of awareness and caring with physical factors taking front stage.
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
reply to post by ErgoTheConclusion
...you responded to the one line with the word "biased" in it. Because I admitted I am flawed. No big deal there, it was the least important line in my post, but you singled it out with complete disregard for the rest of the post.
I can't perceive what you haven't posted. But I can perceive what you do post. And the impression I got was that you cared more about my being flawed than the actual answer itself. Because the line you quoted was not the answer I gave. It was a disclaimer of sorts. You quoted my disclaimer and ignored the actual answer.
That's the part that's causing me a slight twinge.
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
...you responded to the one line with the word "biased" in it. Because I admitted I am flawed. No big deal there, it was the least important line in my post, but you singled it out with complete disregard for the rest of the post.
I can't perceive what you haven't posted. But I can perceive what you do post. And the impression I got was that you cared more about my being flawed than the actual answer itself. Because the line you quoted was not the answer I gave. It was a disclaimer of sorts. You quoted my disclaimer and ignored the actual answer.
That's the part that's causing me a slight twinge.
Originally posted by ErgoTheConclusion
reply to post by backcase
Thank you for joining the party... and welcome to the outer rim of the thread.
Originally posted by AfterInfinity
reply to post by AllIsOne
Why don't you participate in this discussion? If you know enough to say that others in this thread lack understanding, then surely you have insights to offer. I hope you are not here to "hit and run". It rather undermines your credibility in the subject, especially if your only comment is to kiss up and criticize.
There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically.
"Maybe," the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed.
"Maybe," replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "Maybe," answered the farmer. The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "Maybe," said the farmer.