*You* Are Not Your Shell
Wow, Claire Forlani is so damn hot. Well, 10 years ago anyway.
Damn it all to hell, why am I unable to get past looks? I prize intelligence above all, but my carnal side completely overpowers that at every turn. I'm not even in control of my own thoughts - goddamn instincts piss me off.
The more I look at people the more I just see unequivocally meaningless shells. We see sealed boxes with no idea what's inside. The only thing to value is the invisible conscious entity forever hidden within the box. Yet the first subconscious thought is always she's cute; he's a stud; he's deformed; she's ugly. Vision and instinct are curses, they stop us from understanding and experiencing our true selves.
For these reasons I take solace from the internet, as it is the opposite - here only the minds interface. In meatspace we see mindless shells, in cyberspace we see shellless minds.
Damn it all to hell, why am I unable to get past looks? I prize intelligence above all, but my carnal side completely overpowers that at every turn. I'm not even in control of my own thoughts - goddamn instincts piss me off.
The more I look at people the more I just see unequivocally meaningless shells. We see sealed boxes with no idea what's inside. The only thing to value is the invisible conscious entity forever hidden within the box. Yet the first subconscious thought is always she's cute; he's a stud; he's deformed; she's ugly. Vision and instinct are curses, they stop us from understanding and experiencing our true selves.
For these reasons I take solace from the internet, as it is the opposite - here only the minds interface. In meatspace we see mindless shells, in cyberspace we see shellless minds.