Originally posted by Grampy BobbySpeaking for myself, I do not feel threatened by either the arrangement of your words or their substance. But the former may aid the latter in a debate. If you're here merely to write prose poems, that's your prerogative.
Sooth, what stimulation or joy in adhering to subjectively prescribed strictures on play of mind or style of expression? We'd all be asleep, save the mice. How boring if we were all cookie cutter the same in speech rhythms and vocabulary usage. How or what causes some people to become threatened so quickly whenever someone enters a room or forum with a different bearing, sense of purpose, swagger or gate?
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But you won't win arguments that way. 😉
Originally posted by SoothfastI've frequently mentioned that I'm not here to forcibly persuade or argue but rather
Speaking for myself, I do not feel threatened by either the arrangement of your words or their substance. But the former may aid the latter in a debate. If you're here merely to write prose poems, that's your prerogative.
But you won't win arguments that way. 😉
to enjoy relaxed conversation about meaningful issues and questions along with some
spontaneous give and take. Please don't hate me for being happy and honest. Nite...
😴
22 Dec 12
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
I've frequently mentioned that I'm not here to forcibly persuade or argue but rather
to enjoy relaxed conversation about meaningful issues and questions along with some
spontaneous give and take. Please don't hate me for being happy and honest. Nite...
😴
What was finite is shorted its end, and the countably infinite becomes an uncountable one. All that is, all that was, and all that could have been but failed to be: all of these, and more besides, build one upon another to a sum greater than the parts, to a greatness that wells up, all ones and naughts, to an incalculable sorrow neither one nor naught. And the tears fall as a rain, a pattering rain, from drops to puddles to drops again, but never the same. A rain of souls.
Probabilities abound: all is gray on Planet Rain.
Good night. 😉
Originally posted by Soothfast"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."What was finite is shorted its end, and the countably infinite becomes an uncountable one. All that is, all that was, and all that could have been but failed to be: all of these, and more besides, build one upon another to a sum greater than the parts, to a greatness that wells up, all ones and naughts, to an incalculable sorrow neither one nor nau ...[text shortened]... rain of souls.
Probabilities abound: all is gray on Planet Rain.
Good night. 😉
(Hazel Grace Lancaster in "The Fault of Our Stars"
by John Green)
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22 Dec 12
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI for one don't care what speech style you use, as long as it's actually comprehensible.
Sooth, what stimulation or joy in adhering to subjectively prescribed strictures on play of mind or style of expression? We'd all be asleep, save the mice. How boring if we were all cookie cutter the same in speech rhythms and vocabulary usage. How or what causes some people to become threatened so quickly whenever someone enters a room or forum with a different bearing, sense of purpose, swagger or gate?
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You can talk like Yoda if that makes you happy.
But it should be possible to (easily) clearly discern your meaning, otherwise there is no
point.
The purpose of communication is to convey ideas from one mind to another.
Otherwise all you have is a meaningless assemblage of dots on a screen.
If you want to be interesting then make the IDEAS you are trying to convey interesting.
Rather than the language used to convey them.
