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============== You have no clue to how I see you. ==============
ahhhh-hahahahahaaaaaaaaa! Admit it! ADMIT that at least PART of that short-story I wrote (about how you see me) is itself -- at least, in part -- true. I want votes. Let's go social metaphysical on this one. Who else thinks that New-B thinks these things of me? Anyone? ... Anyone? ... Bueller??
============== Ed: "Michael, how is it that you could know so much about the mental hurdles (or rather, unscalable psychological walls) [You’re the only one who mentions the concept of unscalable] of ex-religioso's? ==============
C'mon, man. I'm using an interchangeable expression for the global limitation you conjectured for all ex-religioso's. And c'mon, did you think that I would fall for this low-browed version of appeal-to-abiguity word-play? I would've thought that you would've thought higher of me than that!
Who knows? Maybe you actually enjoy me putting you in your friggin' place, time and time again. But doesn't that get a little old, Michael? ...
MN: I've never experienced what Ed went through -- but I'll tell you all about his psychological battles with mental demons, etc. Just ask.
ET: You can't know that -- stop making baseless claims.
MN: ahhhh-hahahahahaaaaaaaaa! You don't know what I know!
ET: But you just said that you knew what I knew?? Well, unless you're some sort of super-natural entity ...
MN [cutting in]: I'M AN ARTIST, fool!
ahhhh-hahahahahaaaaaaaaa!
ET: Artist-schmartist. I don't care if you painted the Sistine Chapel. That doesn't qualify you to read another's mind.
MN: Show me where. Show me where I *specifically* said that I could read another's mind. hmmm?
ahhhh-hahahahahaaaaaaaaa!
ET: Well, I guess that I should just go and crawl under a rock now, huh?
MN: It's too late, Ed! If you had stated THAT as your first intention -- well then maybe I would have let you off the hook. But now, it's quite clear that you are merely attempting to gain some unearned pity -- and that is beneath contempt.
One day, young Skywalker, you will see things a little more clearly (you know, like I do). But you must first learn to reach inside -- for that passion that drives a soul. The passion that drives a soul to do and be. In short, you must learn to be more like me -- and then you may be said to be truly living, rather than just merely existing as a fear-soaked ball of disability -- staving off death.
ahhhh-hahahahahaaaaaaaaa!
ET: @^%@^%$@^%$@^#&^&@^!!&^*$*&!^@&^*#&*^%#*^%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MN: Slow down, Ed (remember that you're not 17 years old anymore). Now, if you would just sit down and shut up and listen, then we wouldn't be getting these outbursts from you, now would we? ;-))
ET: [bang!]
Ed
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