I said what?

[alfodr_blot]

Is the internet the new boob tube?  Do people believe everything on it?  Do you think you can read someone's journal and get the real scoop on who they are?  Is it dishonest to think that you can do so with out the consent or knowledge of those who journal?

What is it to be dishonest?

I see the Extra-Moral necessity of the whip!!!  Someone always

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[alfodr_blot]

This is what I had originally posted:
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I said God dam?

Is it possible to take God’s name in vain by saying or writing “God dam”? I don’t think so; at least not in the sense that this maxim was formulated. I mean not many people above their teens believe in the magic of “Spells”, so who would equate the spelling of ‘G’ ‘o’ ‘d’ with the Supreme Being? Even if you did equate ‘God’ with the Supreme Being, it’s still the SUPREME Being, so I don’t think it will be diminished by a freshman attitude of expression. To think that we can be pious by not saying God dam is vanity, not the other way around. Vanity means having an “excessively high opinion of one’s abilities” (OED-CD ROM). Therefore, any finite being thinking it can do justice to the Supreme Being is done in vain. I said God dam.

Why do the Jews avoid pronouncing the name of God? Because they know that it can’t be done in any meaningful sense, not that it shouldn’t be done, but that it can’t be done. This is the wisdom in Monism, or monotheism; any expression is necessarily incomplete. Only when you realize this can observation of the maxim be meaningfully applied, and you don’t have to work out the incompleteness theorem to understand this. Is the spelling of Godel synchronistic? Show me a mathematician who hasn’t contemplated the essence of “God dam”, and I’ll show you a bad mathematician.
Unfortunately we are stuck in the middle of this argument. Being a good mathematician or observant human is a lot harder than showing why we are incomplete. The only thing we can do is assert our desire to understand in the effort to come to some kind of solution; a Homeric Contest of sorts where jealousy, hatred, and envy, are the steeds pulling the chariot racing against the masked humanity of nature.

And don’t forget the whip.

I said God dam!

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I could tell it pissed my boss and some other people off, so I changed it. This is when I figured out there were people reading my journal which I didn't need.