It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.
quote by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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The philosophers of the Middle Ages demonstrated both that the Earth did not exist and also that it was flat. Today they are still arguing about whether the world exists, but they no longer dispute about whether it is flat.
quote by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
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Never Deny You
All the love that we shared
Could never just disapear
And all that we've been through,
I believe in you
III, will never deny you..
III, will never deny you..
III, will never deny you..
III, will never deny you..
friend said to me one day,
I should just forget you,
But my experiance say
What we have is true
Judases, they will betray you,
Thomases, they will doubt you,
Peters, they will deny you,
but iii will never deny you,
All the love that we shared
Could never just dissapear
And all that we've been through
I believe in you
(chorus)
(will never deny you) I wil never deny you
(never deny you) III, will never deny you (deny you)
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIII: Denial
Deny it with smile, deny it with silence
Deny it with elegance, deny it with distraction
Deny it with anger, deny it with challenge
Deny it with promise, deny it with comfort
Deny it with tear, deny it with emotion
Deny it with effort, deny it with cruelty
Deny it with forget, deny it with indifferent
Deny it with joke, deny it with lie
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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If You Don't Exist
then who will exist
for you?
who will record
who you are and what you
have done?
nobody.
nobody.
nobody
but you.
because just like you they also
think that they don't exist
come to think of it
if all of us do not exist at all
then who exists?
nothing
nothing
nothing
it is simply absurd when the world
moves and no one is
existing
i don't exist too.
because i have learned
to live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The tendency to gather and to breed philosophers in universities does not belong to ages of free and humane reflection: it is scholastic and proper to the Middle Ages and to Germany.
quote by George Santayana
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God Ever Existing
As long as death exists,
Will exist fear in man.
As long as fear exists,
Will exist faith in God.
Theists believe in Him;
Atheists resist Him.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Complementary viewpoints for friend Chandra
Philosophy and poetry
are not completely different.
Each represents a way to see
What is not always evident.
Philosophers and poets try
to understand the universe.
The answers which they can supply.
Expressed in turgid prose or verse.
Philosophers can be abstruse
and difficult to understand
Because of how they phrase their views.
I don’t dismiss them out of hand.
I much prefer the poets verse
To endless reams of complex prose.
I do not think I am perverse
Simplicity I must suppose.
Is really what appeals to me.
the poets seek to entertain
and yet express with clarity.
Philosophers try to explain.
Their reasoning in great detail.
They just succeed in boring me
Their efforts are to no avail
I will admit quite openly
I simply cannot spare the time
To plough through densely written prose.
But I find poetry sublime
I like the way it ebbs and flows.
The insight that a poet shows
can entertain and educate.
Philosophers try to impose
their views, discouraging debate.
Which does not sit too well with me.
Folks can’t stand being patronised
and will rebel instinctively.
A fact that poets recognise.
They are content to share their thoughts.
With anyone who chooses to
read the verses they have wrought.
Which may express a different view
To that of the philosophers.
You draw your own conclusions
and choose which version you prefer.
Perhaps your own opinions.
Philosophy and poetry
Are both legitimate attempts
To explain some mystery
By folks of different temperaments.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance...logic can be happily tossed out the window.
quote by Stephen King
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The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance... logic can be happily tossed out the window.
quote by Stephen King
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Many have argued that a vacuum does not exist, others claim it exists only with difficulty in spite of the repugnance of nature; I know of no one who claims it easily exists without any resistance from nature.
quote by Evangelista Torricelli
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Deny Me Deny You
deny me
entry into your system
deny yourself
that gate of happiness
made for both
of us
from high above
deny ourselves
what we thought we really deserve
let our lips dry
let our minds go crazy
let the pillars between us
be as tall as the coconuts
let us accept for now
the bliss of freedom
let time simmer
let the ages age
let the wine bottle be sealed
and kept at the cellar
then we come back
for more surprises
how does our sweat taste after
all these years?
goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.
quote by Thor Heyerdahl
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After Climax Satisfies
Sometimes I believe we live,
To deny we wish to be loved.
To exist resisting it.
But here because that had been done.
Sometimes I believe we wish,
To be submissive.
Cloaked as we are in an aggressiveness.
To love and be in bliss with it...
With someone kissing between pillow talk,
After sex has satisfied our desires...
Fantasizes!
We wonder about the excitement of it,
Before we close our eyes to sleep at night.
And this is done more,
Before and/or after a relationship ends.
And we place the blame upon those we have mated.
Those we waited to lay and bait our passions...
Without a stroke that exposed desires now felt.
Sometimes I believe we live,
To deny we wish to be loved.
To exist resisting it.
But here because that had been done.
By two who knew love!
Or was that lust?
And we lay wishing to have someone special...
Lusting for a life loved,
Between heated sheets shared.
To reach and repeat what is found,
In a togetherness that is free of conflict...
Long after climax satisfies a peak that remains,
Forever delicious.
Sometimes I believe we wish this too much.
And we continue to seek someone,
To keep us in touch with the basicness of it.
Like the taste of fruit that seems to stay fresh,
Always.
How do we keep this taste for love replenished?
How do we keep a piece of fruit bitten,
To sit on lips remembered...
Each time the juice of it is licked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mecha-mania Boy
This is the boy who burns the books
This is the way he always looks
This is the boy who smashed his car
This is the boy who went too far
Washed his eye with yellow soap
He stole his daddys microscope
All alone, were not proud
Never say his name aloud
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
Where he goes, and whence he came
Its a mecha-mania boy
This is the boy who never sunk
He aint the one who destroys his young
Oh, no
Everybody thats the way to roll
All alone or on the telephone
He knows the time you spend at home
Oh, no
Never say I didnt tell you so
Washed his hands of a deadly fate
He put himself in an altered state
In a crowd or all alone
No-ones laughing anymore
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
Where he goes, and whence he came
Hes a mecha-mania boy
All alone, were not proud
Never say his name aloud
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
Where he goes, and whence he came
Its a mecha-mania boy
In a crowd or all alone
No-ones laughing anymoer
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
song performed by by Devo
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Multiple Choice: God
God: please choose only one
1) exists and lives in heaven
2) does not exist and lives in heaven
3) is a very busy man, but exists
4) is in the details
5) all of the above
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Reputation and Vulgarities
A tongue is meant to be used in all honesty, no matter the reputation if some truth exist in the proclamation.
Vulgarities exist in all languages.
And can be used many ways.
Some are okay I say.
One should not be afraid.
Of opening ones mouth.
Just because some one think what you say is dirty and mean.
Cheap and unclean,
They don't have to listen.
It all about the choice as we use our eyes to eat.
Engulfed in a book full of deceit.
Does that mean it has been compromised.
Put it on the ban list cause in our world that don't exist.
Denial of a reality right in front of you.
I say how could you.
To deny one the right of speech just because you consider it indecent.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Money-mania
MONEY-MANIA
Man started money,
For the easy tranfer of things,
But now man has become its victim,
Everything has been transferred
For money,
All evils,
For money,
Man has become animal,
For money
This is
Money-mania
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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What About The Wind And How It Shifts?
Explain to me this...
WHY do you continue to be supportive,
Of someone with such an arrogant attitude?
No one can believe a word,
Dripping from those lips.
Everything I've heard sounds absurd.
'You see that basket of food on my table?
Does it look real to you?
Does it exists? '
Yes I do.
It appears to be true.
'That food does not exist,
Because I am waiting...
For a delivery of promises.
Each day when I arrive to my home,
Someone I do know you do not condone...
Is not anonymous to me.'
But you should support someone,
Who has a list of doable objectives.
'I have one objective of my own right now.
And that is to eat in peace after you leave.
I have the change I believe in.'
But what about jobs and the economy?
'What about the wind and how it shifts? '
What?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My opinions about human nature are shared by many psychologists, linguists, and biologists, not to mention philosophers and scholars going back centuries.
quote by Steven Pinker
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The Nightmares Won't Stop
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then maybe its fake
Your not drowning in a black lake
Your not being bitten poisonous snake
Your not really awake
It is all in your head
An over active imagination
A mental complication
What a realization
Then comes another sensation
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
It also could be
You pinch your skin to see if this is
Your trying to open your eyes
if only to see
Their must be something you missed
Explaining away the possibility of your demise
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then when that coffin you lie in with spikes comes closed
You'll wake up alive with all your cloths
But look at all holes
Their mere shreds
How is that possible?
A mental transference of the material
Then the question comes did you wake into another dream
This is a sickness and a disease
If only solving it could be a breeze
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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