The Thoughts of a Common Ignorant Child.

Chapter 1: Immortal Soul & The Follies of Impossible Dreams.

Chapter 2: Two Truths & The Eternal Loneliness.
Chapter 3: The Point of Life/Natures Cruel Joke.
Chapter 4: Suicide & Morals.
Chapter 5: Evil/The Depths to Which we Could Plunge.
Chapter 6: The Very Essence of Being & The Hatred of Humanity.
Everything inside a frame is a Two Cans and String message conversation. The highlighted yellow is myself and the highlighted red is an
anonymous stranger. The pictures are all shamelessly stolen from the internet.

Chapter 1.
Immortal Soul & The Follies of Impossible Dreams.

Anything you'd like do discuss?

Yes. I would like to tell you how I am feeling. I am both

happy and sad and trying to figure out how that can be. I
feel.. everything, all. Both ends of the spectrum, blessed
and elated and content with life and all the wonderful
amazing things I have and also utterly depressed by what
I will never have and frustrated by what I can't have and
sad due to that which I don't have, and extremely lonely.
Also having a slight existential crisis. I want to live
forever. I want to know what will happen!

Also, I can't sleep.

That is probably one of the most intense answers i've

ever gotten; no wonder you cant sleep.
One question... Why do you want to live forever?

Because I want to know how the world will look in 200

years. 500 years. 1000 years. History fascinates and
amazes me, the way things both dramatically change and
stay exactly the same. Humans have been able to write,
symbols meaning sounds, for under 5000 years. An
amazingly short amount of time to have progressed as
far as we have. But some of those earliest writings
contains such modern thoughts, such as (and I
paraphrase for I can not find the exact quote but I read it
a fascinating book a while ago) "He who has much grain
may have much bread and beer, but he who has no grain
 can sleep at night" dating back from some of earliest
'civilised' cities. How much the world has changed since
then but also how little. We can't even imagine how it
will look in another 5000 years, but FUCK I would like
to know. and not just know, but live it. To see empires
rise and die, people come and go, time pass but not touch
me. To never grow old and fade away to insignificance
remembered only by a few and then forgotten entirely.
Or at best, remembered just as a name passed down and
distorted over time until even the stories told of you bare
no resemblence to your true being. WHY????????

History fascinates me, but there I have no word to truely

describe the way that the Future attracts and pulls me,
the burning desire to see and live through what happens
next.

I do not believe in immortalitly.

how.

I think this is the thoughts and feelings of one who has

never truely suffered. Maybe that is my problem, I have
had it too easy?

can't sleep.

Idk... i like the idea, but i'd probably get lonely. People
would be young, your age, then old, while you remain
untouched? Would you have loved ones? What would
you do with each day; you have long term goals about
seeing the world and its growth, but how would you live
each day, what exciting things would you do? Would you
need to eat or drink?

I would have no loved ones, it would be no different to

now. They may come and go, but even in this shorter life
it is only a fleeting meeting (and a poor meeting at that)
of two lost souls in the dark. I would still experience
that, for all it is worth.

Of course you'd get lonely, anybody would get lonely.

But I am lonely anyway, I can take some more lonliness.

Each day would be treated the same way I treat each

current day, I would take joy in the rising of the sun and
the exercising of my body. I would think and I would see
and I would wonder. I would never understand, but I
would be constantly awestruck. I would read and I would
watch and I would listen. All of which I already do. I
would try new things, I would have new obsessions and I
would enjoy the novelty then the familarity then I would
move on. Just as I do now.
There is always something new and exciting to do.
Always.
 I do not know how the practicilities of an ageless
immortal body would work with regard to eating and
drinking. But I hope I would still be able to enjoy a fine
meal and a complimeting drink to their fullest, as part of
what is human is simply the joy of eating and drinking.

You could travel the world, then. Experiance different

culture. And by the time you get back to where you
started, it will be completly different than when you left.
You could spend years in the jungle just living off what
you want, then go back to society and live in a big city.
You could gain as many skills as you liked; youd have an
infinite time to learn them.
An intruiging subject...

A burning desire. A vain longing for the impossible. A

foolish dream.

If only wishes such as this could be heard and granted...

Chapter 2.
Two Truths & The Eternal Loneliness

Two truths, neither of them good.

one: You will always be alone, forever. Nobody will ever share your thoughts or life
in anything nearing entirity. Though people may seem to understand you, and you
may touch, feel, smell and hear them, you do not share a single thought together.
You will always be alone.

two: You are never truly alone. You were born from a human and from that day, and
before, other people have been a part of your life. You have interacted with them
and connected with them, and even when they are not physically with you, they still
exist. Therefore, no matter how hard you try, you can not escape from them. You are
never truly alone.

This is what I believe. What do you believe?

I feel that these two truths hold far more meaning than the silly wish of Chapter 1.
A couple of people have disputed the first truth. They have claimed that it is possible to share a
feeling or thought. The following examples are my own for I can not remember theirs, but they
follow the same theme. Their claim was that, for instance, when you and another both happen
across something that just makes you stop and stare in wonder and you both utter a single word
“wow”, then are you not sharing something together. Or when a group of people are watching a
show and everybody watching it shares the same concern when the main character gets captured or
everybody laughs at the same joke when a comedian stands up on stage, etc. There are hundreds of
other examples that could be used to claim that you can in fact share a feeling/thought with another
person. I will admit you may be able to share a feeling, but you can never know that you are sharing
a feeling because you can “not share a single thought together”. Even in these examples you never know
for certain that the other person is feeling the same as you. They could be laughing at something
entirely different and you would never know, they could be concerned for a different reason, they
could be awestruck by a completely different facet of what you're seeing. They could be lying when
they say they love you and they could be lying when they tell you that they actually like your
favourite book/hobby/film/song every bit as much as you do. The words they speak and the actions
they do could be faked. Everybody lies, it is not difficult to do. With a little practice, you can even
get good at it. So unless you can read another persons thoughts, you can never knew what they are
thinking and nobody will ever know what you are thinking. You can tell them, but they won't know
for certain that you are telling the truth, and you can't blame them for doubting because it would be
just as easy for you to lie to them as for them to lie to you. That is why you will always be alone
with your thoughts.

Chapter 3
The Point of Life/Natures Cruel Joke

What's the point of life, as in. what is the point of staying

alive?

there is none. It's just the way we are. Look throughout

the world and you will discover the same irrational
struggle for survival in all of nature.
Nature's cruel joke on the human species is that it has
gifted us an awareness of the futility, meaninglessness
and pointlessness of the ongoing struggle.

INTERLUDE
 Chapter 4
Suicide & Morals

From an ethical point of view, what's wrong with killing

yourself?

I don't know. The main reason I wouldn't commit suicide

is because I would feel like I was letting my family
down and I know that my death would cause them much
grief. but ethically.... bleh, ask a christian.

You're implying that all ethics are Christian?

no. I'm implying that most ethics are religious.

Our definitions of right and wrong, namely ethics, are

formed by basic rules of the societies that we reside in.
Such as, in my western society: don't kill, don't steal, do
unto others... etc.
If however I had been bought up in a 'less cultured'
society where, for example, the mark of being a man was
to have killed at least 5 people from our enemy tribe
then, ethically, I would see no problem with this because
the rules laid down by my society allows it.

The problem for societies is/has been, that if these rules

seem to come from another human we are unlikely to
follow them closely, because we don't and haven't
viewed other humans as that much superior to us. (If we
can't definie right and wrong ourself, then how can
they?) However, if these rules seem to come from a
supernatural higher being, us feeble-minded humans are
more likely to follow them thus allowing our society to
flurish.

The christian viewpoint on suicide is that god has a plan

for all of us and to take our own life doesn't allow his
plan for us to happen, so they are against it. Since my
(western) societies predominant religion is christian,
suicide is frowned upon.

disclaimer: imho.

0.0
hhehe, cobwebs!! I'm going sailing, have a good day. :)

You mistake ethics for morality.

I don't think I do.

Ethics: "the rules of conduct recognized in respect to a

particular class of human actions or a particular group,
culture, etc.: medical ethics; Christian ethics."

Morals: "of, pertaining to, or concerned with the

principles or rules of right conduct or the distinction
between right and wrong; ethical."
 You asked how suicide was ethically wrong. I told you,
because it goes against christian ethics, which is the
dominant ethic class in my (and probably your) soceity.

Maybe you meant to ask how it was morally wrong?

The difference between ethics and morals can seem

somewhat arbitrary to many, but there is a basic, albeit
subtle, difference. Ethics point to standards or codes of
behavior expected by the group to which the individual
belongs. This /could/ be national ethics, social ethics,
company ethics, professional ethics, or even family
ethics. So while a person's moral code is usually
unchanging, the ethics he practices can be other-
dependent.

I referred to ethics meaning the subset of philosophical

principles.

*laughs* whatever you say.

So do you have an answer?

You have only asked one question during this discussion.

I have already answered it.

You're a real douchebag.

I'm sorry if my messages offend your views on how one

should conduct themselves. But at least my thoughts and
writings are my own, and not copy and paste jobs from
google.

Because of this, sometimes (maybe often) I am quite

inncorect, for instance I was completely wrong to say
you'd only asked one question. I apologise, you'd
obviously asked three questions. However, I still
maintain I answered two of them (one of which the third
question referred to) with more detail than the person
asking them warranted.

Farewell, stranger.

Forgive my immaturity.
This conversation was had nearly a year ago and since then I have thought about it a lot.
From the top. There are many other reasons I don't commit suicide and, although the given answer
was probably the main reason the evening when I got asked the question, if you asked me again
tonight the main reason would likely be something different.
I still maintain that most ethics are religious and I still don't know what my discussion partner was
trying to prove by their copy and paste explaination (There are 1,650 google results for “The
difference between ethics and morals can seem somewhat arbitrary to many, but there is a basic, albeit subtle,
difference.”) which as far as I can tell agreed entirely with my dictionairy definition. Namely, That
ethics are based on the rules, codes or standards of your society.
Or by the statement “I referred to ethics meaning the subset of philosophical principles. ”. Philosophical
principles? If I was having the conversation again, or maybe if I'd been in a better mood that night, I
would've asked them what they meant by that statement. But they weren't showing many signs of
understanding what they were saying and obviously weren't grasping the difference between ethics
and morals despite the lengthy description. So I didn't ask.

Still however, the conversation has prompted me to reconsider my view on both ethics and morals
over the past months. Before I believed that there were certain ethics I adhered to purely due to the
society I lived in. Such as “everybody is equal, regardless of gender or race”, “It's wrong to date
multiple partners”, etc. Then I also had an underlying moral code which had nothing to do with my
society. I thought this to be far larger than my ethical code, and would include obviously wrong
things such as “don't steal”, “don't murder”, “nonconsensual sex is wrong”, etc.
Now though, having thought it over, I believe that the majority of things I thought of as being
morally wrong are actually just ethically wrong and that my moral code is a hell of a lot shorter than
my ethical code.
I touched upon the reasoning in my second message in the above conversation with the point about
how murder could be considered right in certain socieities. Indeed, even in this society murder is
sometimes considered right. So it was a logical contuination of that thought to move to other
“extreme evils” and whether they were actually morally wrong or if they were only wrong because
of the society we live in. My conclusion is that almost every single rule, code or standard we live by
is formed by our society. One proof of this is a new born child, which has no scruples. They will do
anything they can to get not just what they need, but also what they want. It is only because they are
taught from a very young age that it is “wrong” to do certain things that they consider them to be
“wrong” in later life.

Chapter 5
Evil/The Depths to Which we Could Plunge.

what is the worst/evilest thing one can do in your

what is the worst/evilest thing one can do in your
opinion?
opinion?
none of those are evil compared to the worst things you
all of the above?
could do
ah come now. you can do better than that. You are
ahah! The very truth. I agree entirely. So, enlighten me if
telling me you can think of no worst a person can do
you can, what would be even more evil (in your opinion)
than to take nude pictures of their 3 year old half-
than those listed above?
sister and sell them for money. Then to treat the same
little sister as an inferior being purely due to them
forcing a person to eat themselves. forcing hot lava down
being half-colour. Then 3 years later, to capture both
their throats. tell them they can buy their freedom if they
said little sister and their only sibling, an older sister
win a game.. watch as they try their hardest to win and
two years their senior. To then repeatedly rape both
then they do.. then you just kill them. though that will
sisters before making them swear to never tell. When
only seem evil if you have a group of people who are all
they both promise with tears running down their
sharing the same fate.
cheeks you let them go. Only to murder them a week
later for no good reason.
and yet, I'm sure you would agree their is far worst that
can be done even than those examples you list?
THIS is the evilest a person can do? Do you honestly
not think a person is capable of something even more
repulsive than "all of the above?"?
So where does that leave us.

One can not even imagine.

 Chapter 6
The Very Essence of Being & The Hatred of Humanity.

'How are you?' she asked ingenuously,

How could I possibly answer, how could I explain. This overpowering mass
of humanity had rendered my tongue speechless and my body immobile. By
contrast, my mind seethed with activity. My overactive imagination was
drawing lines and creating fallacies based on the interaction of the individual
humans surrounding me while creating unattainable fantasies for my own
socially starved self.
Below that shallow activity, burned a deeper resentment. For the truth was, I
hated every one of these pitiful two-legged animals. I hated the way they
would paint over the truth with fake smiles and speak false words of
welcome and friendship without meaning. I hated the way they could act so
free and careless as if they had not a worry in the world. I hated the way they
were able to take simple pleasure in each others company and the easy way in
which they bonded together. I hated the way they could turn a blind eye to
trouble and ignore all that might unsettle their little lives. I would gladly see
them all cease to exist and not shed a tear for their passing.
But most of all, I hated that I too, was human.

‘Good’ I replied, ‘yourself?’

He replied in the usual way, ways I cannot seem to understand. Yet I know
that I too, am bound by the same invisible lines.
Though those slight words escaped my lips by some indentured guilt to social
etiquette, I couldn't help but imagine that this time there'd remain a spoken
truth clearer than any I had thus gathered. When I chanced to level my gaze
with his, I knew it was not so. Some things it seems, must remain unsaid; it
struck me odd that the very essence of being was a taboo so uncouth I dared
not express it.

"Fine." I mumbled.