I Respect Your Desire for Peace However...

This posting was made to one of the old Forums here at FZA.ORG and needs little in the way of explanation. Poster: misiunasDate: Mon Nov 05, 2001 8:14 pm#——————-#Subject: “I respect your desire for peace however fza will look like Afghanistan fairly soon.”#——————-Ralph Hilton says on the fzaoint list:”I respect your desire for peace however fza will look like Afghanistan fairly soon.”Indeed. You and your cohorts have made this so.With the enormous overwhelm of fzaoint posters pushing their own agenda, I have decided to terminate this Forum. Any discussion of a worthwhile nature may be posted at http://talk.fza.orgFZAOINT is hereby notified that they ARE NOT invited and will be removed as necessary.The agents and assigns overloading this forum with ‘flaming cases’ will not be tolerated on the new forum. You all have had a chance to vent your cases, I trust that it was an enjoyable experience for you.Perhaps the following…

Panda

… reminds me of the panda that walked into the restaurant and after finishing his meal he got up, shot the waiter, and left - the manager ran after him and said what are you doing? he said “I’m a panda” and “what does that mean” the manager replied? “look it up in the dictionary!” responded the panda. the manager grabs his dictionary and sure enough under panda he finds the following definition: panda: a marsupial that eats shoots and leaves…

re: Thank you

Thank — for some reason that first came out as ‘thanky’, so I’ll keep it that way. Thanky you VAST and Scipher for your comments. For some reason there seems to be a bit of confusion regarding ‘CitizenCain’. Well, in the destruction of the line between site duties and personal opinion, the only difference between ‘CitizenCain’ and myself is my imagination…

Surviving Gives Death It's Meaning

There is a time and a place for new eventualities to come together, and it is at that time that the foundations of our beliefs come to mean exactly what they are. As the cracks seep through the rigidity of exploitation, we come to find new sights, new ways of living and more importantly, beings. So it is in the being of one’s own true nature that survival takes on it’s meaning, devoid and empty of the significance in which we place all of our lost hopes and future fulfillment. Expectantly we arrive where we do not belong and come to realize that wherever we find ourselves, it is the best, and only, place to exhibit our being. When we restrain ourselves, we learn to survive…

From Time To Time

To pierce the veil of darkness, the eyes must create the light in which to take flight. Overcoming obstacles, we begin to enjoy ourselves and yet, seemingly out of nowhere, another plight comes to haunt our dreams of evermore. Awakening, we come to see that our ignorance is born and bred by the life sustaining energies we gladly toss carelessly about. All is alive with our energy, what is there to hoard? In the light of our shadows, we take shape and form, seeking our destinies with firm conviction. Must we parlay our efforts to ensure further conquest? Of course we are and do. Moment by moment we ever so carefully create the life we lead and yet there always seems to be some chance of happening that takes us by surprise. Are we so enveloped within the moment, captured by it’s attention, that reality completely escapes us as it passes us by in the blink of an eye? Gaining new ground, we praise the solidity of our convictions…

Our Time Is Always At Hand

I am the monster of my imagination. I exist purely for the sake of experience and no more. Nothing ensures my day-to-day survivability as the quest for the existence which I imagine. There can be no completion as the quest and the search are one and the same. There is no difference between what I am and what I think that I am. Within the arms of Infinity, I take shape and form. Delivering what is promised, I know myself to be. In the promise of thought, consequences and causality, my existence becomes all that is. Striving, it is always attainable and yet never achievable. The Quest ensures the thoughts we harbor with care intent. Alone, we strive and in survival, we comfort ourselves that another day has passed, another time is to come, another moment to realize. Weighing our options, we create our fate and live up to it…

Full Circle

On the horizon of our dreams, beyond the furthest reaches of our imagination, a place exists where time and function cease and come to be no more. It is a place where the endless migration of thoughts, concepts and ideas fall into the deep dark abyss of ever lasting night. Without the day, experiential ramblings would never see the light of day. A soul unto itself remains free in perpetuity and yet bound of it’s own accord, it seeks relief from itself. Opening doors into the unknown, it steps forth with a slight spring to it’s step only to find what it is looking for. Innocence creates it’s rewards and so captures the hearts and minds of the adventuresome. Longing creates the doorstep over which we stumble and fall in sheer delight. Awakening from slumber we realize realizations and behold a ceaseless wander. Truly a mirror of the innermost chambers of what we may call ‘ourselves’. Faceted and enduring, we glisten in our own light and take pride in the reflections we see upon the face of those we shine upon….

Are You Feeling Busy Today?

To go where no man has gone before is to go into the abyss of self destruction. Eventually, inevitability sets in and the long lost cousin of self despair gives rise to an ever increasing delight of eternal self destruction. The ends do justify the means when it comes to the motivations of egotistical self destruction. Enabling ourselves to see beyond our own thoughts, we come to understand that in viewing the world we make, we capture our innermost thoughts and ideas and find release. Desire vents and in it’s wake we come to know of ourselves, and others. Amazingly, we venture forth in the darkness to find the light. How silly is that? Have we come to where we are purely on the entertainment value in which we seem to find endless delight. Dancing, we watch our feet closely in the hopes that we will divine meaning much in the same way that bones are cast before the interpreter, only to find out that we really know nothing at all. Realizing our dreams we remain unfilled and overflowing with desire. What could…

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