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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reductio Ad Absurdum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOMETIMES	I feel like, <br>I			f e e l<br>	LIKE<br>		I, <br>I			I<br>	I			I<br>		I<br>	I	I	I<br>	I	I	I<br>		I<br>I M LUSINNG<br>		MAI; mnd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll be sitting in something like the half-lotus<br>Position, and I'll be staring at my computer screen, <br>Which is tilted downward just slightly, so I can<br>See… if I play a game—which I won't (I have a TV for that) , <br>But whatever—and I'll just be half-way into some<br>Deep focus meditation, wondering about Mu<br>Or something else, or something yogic, <br>Or something… OM NAMA SHIYAVA…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	I'm just mindless right now, <br>	Reeling in that emptiness, <br>	Wishing I could pull myself<br>	Out of Satan's Cradle, <br>	Not thirsty for the milk<br>	That flows from the mother<br>	Of my inaction, <br>	My absolute lethargy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		It doesn't have to be this way—<br>I tell myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	I tell myself as I sit there, <br>	White screen greeting me, <br>	Telling me what a good day it is<br>	To not think at all<br>	And maybe write a poem<br>	When I get fed up from reading<br>	My Facebook newsfeed—<br>	Doesn't happen as often as you'd think, <br>	Though I'm terminally disgruntled<br>	About the perpetual bondage<br>	I have toward the social networking<br>	Behemoth; <br>	Leviathan that gnarls through the seas<br>	Of boredom, sinking the steady ship<br>	Consciousness in its green, amaranthine<br>	Jaws, which glow in the twilit, <br>		Star-crossed window sill<br>		That beams in the plasma<br>		Box and back to where it came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">				Help me out.<br>Help me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">			I AM HERE! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I can't stop doing nothing<br>To do something<br>Because something might happen<br>While I'm out doing something<br>	And I know it won't happen<br>	But it might happen<br>	But I don't know how to make things happen<br>	Can someone tell me how to make things happen<br>	So I can stop doing nothing<br>		And do something<br>	And people will be like<br>		You did something<br>		So I'm glad I was watching<br>		While I was doing nothing<br>			Just waiting<br>	Wishing<br>		H O P I NG<br>	Y<br>	O<br>	U<br>		WOuld—<br>Do<br>				Som ething.<br>I'm glad you did something.<br>I wanted to do it, <br>But I was too busy waiting for you to do it.<br>		Oh, God, if there is a GOD, <br>		Can't you release me from these chains—<br>	I mean, according to Milton, <br>	You released Satan, <br>	And he said, <br>'Here, at last, we shall be free.'<br>Of course, he was in Hell, <br>But he was his master<br>And if this is heaven, <br>Then salvation sucks<br>And I don't want any part of it.<br>			Release me, <br>			Release me, <br>I don't want to be the anthroparion<br>Of the technological age, <br>	Blood pouring out of my eyeballs, <br>	My teeth clenched into a single pane<br>	To reflect the visions that gloss<br>	Across the panel I stare at—<br>I don't want to be the ouroborus, <br>The mobius snake that loops for a while<br>Before eating himself.<br>		I wonder if I am the result<br>		Of the Chinese Room Experiment—<br>AM I RESPONDING TO MY CONSCIOUSNESS<br>OR AM I SIMULATING MY RESPONSE<br>BY IMAGINING A THEORETICAL CONSCIOUSNESS<br>WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST—<br>				whatever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I just want to sit up, <br>And erase the homunculus<br>That hangs over my head<br>As if it were barbed wire<br>On life's fence, <br>		Gateless, though it may be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could be doing something I tell myself<br>I tell myself<br>I tell myself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do I lie to compensate for what I want? <br>	What do I want? <br>	I don't know, but can I have it.<br>QED</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q>
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