That entire post is you telling me what I’m thinking. Again. You retreat into this every time you’re shown to be wrong, and act like your refusal to accept your own error is somehow me treating you like a ‘plaything’. And then you go into the ‘I’m tired’ and ‘it’s exhausting’ line.
So here’s my suggestion to you:
If it exhausts you so much to actually have to support your statements and not be taken as an unquestionable font of wisdom, to be expected to actually discuss the things you claim you’re raising in a discussion, rather than simply spouting off and have everyone defer to you, right or wrong… then stop.
Don’t respond to this. Don’t respond to me. Put me on ignore, no time limit.
Because, really, this song and dance where as soon as what I’m saying becomes something that actually demonstrates you’re wrong, you play the ‘you’re being insincere’ card, and accuse me of playing a game because I’m pointing out the things that contradict you? The schtick where you tell people you know what they’re thinking better than they do?
It really makes me feel like maybe you’re the one who’s not being sincere, and maybe never was.
So if you’re tired of the game only you seem to believe is being played? Stop playing. You’re the only one who is.
And for the record: that’s not being mean either. Just blunt.
In many ways, sure, and that’s hardly surprising. The contrarian impulse you describe is a perfectly normal response, especially from a people used to needing to put the community’s welfare ahead of any individual benefit.
This is actually kinda what I mean: that entire post is me telling you what I’M thinking, about you. After all, I don’t really know what you’re thinking.
Here’s what I had to say about what you, right now, are thinking:
And that’s obvious, certainly to someone as clever and incisive as you are.
You’ve given me a certain amount of experience in how you approach this stuff. The above is just one of dozens of examples. You don’t play nice and you don’t play fair. I could tolerate the first as long as I thought I could coax you into sometimes treating the truth as a goal, our conversations as discussions instead of battles.
But I don’t believe that any more.
I don’t know what you’re thinking, Arrendis. Maybe you’re even low-key proud that I’m confronting you like this; you’ve done that a time or two. But the impression you’ve left, true or not, is that to you good faith is a weakness to take advantage of-- that when I give you my trust, in return I’ll receive the back of your hand.
Oh Joy of Joys, It’s time for another damn round of “LETS STICK THE ALIEN ARTIFACT IN OUR BRAIN” from all the idiot capsuleers with more guns than brain cells.
Of bloody course the majority of them will pick the options that give them “OOO NEW SHIPS AND WEAPONS” that promise the ability to violence each other in ways that are 5% more violent than current methodologies, even when huffing drugs made from some other banal method involving oh I don’t know, distilled orphans or some such nonsense.
“Deathless” ? Cartel ? Guristas ? A bunch of idiots that consider the inflicting of violence to be the apex of human endeavour. Booooooring. A thousand poxes on them. Such trite boring banality.
SOCT ? Oh right. The spooky bunch of spooky secret spooks that hide out in the ass end of space and pop up every so often to remind people that they’re spooky spooks. Whoop de doop.
I expect all that will be learned is how to violence other capsuleers with marginally more efficiency. No great technological or philosophical breakthroughs. Just more shootier shootyguns. Fan-bloody-tastic.
I should have been a naval architect or weapons engineer, instead of an archaeologist. Seems to be a lot more fardling money to be had from desiging phallus-shaped ships with phallusguns that shoot exploding phallus-shaped projectiles.
Do what you want. Nothing good will come from any of it.
That’s actually not far off. I think they usually have more sound to them though, chimes and so on, which are more important than the plants. The winds are considered spiritual allies to the Caldari, guides and patrons.
(It’s not my sect’s practice so I hope Mr. Thorne will correct me if I’m wrong. Achura are considered spiritual kin by the Wayists but it’s by convergent spiritual evolution under similar kinds of pressures, and the specifics differ quite a bit.)
Oh right. Wind chimes. Though, I kind of find jangly noises a bit distracting to the process of having deep thoughts, so I didn’t immediately think of that.
Say… is it Achura, or Jin-Mei, that has those gravel gardens, with the precisely arranged different colours of gravel to make shapes and stuff, that people also sit on benches and stare and have a right good think ?
I can’t speak for the Jin-Mei; I’ve never visited their world or known a practitioner of their faith very well.
Achura have all kinds of practices; the “thousand sects” of Achur practice are probably an undercount. I do think I’ve heard of such things being done.
The most consistent single theme among the sects, at least among Achur monks, is martial practice as a key to perfecting the soul, so while meditation techniques (which is what I think you’re describing as a “right good think,” though it’s arguably the opposite-- a right good stop-thinking) are certainly part of it our temples and monasteries will pretty much invariably be centers of martial training.