Interesting stories

Bryan Hellard (@xyver) 11 years, 3 months ago

I was saying earlier on how I was trying to find a bunch of stories, some of which are already posted here, but here they are in one spot. Please post more interesting stories/reads.

I Have No Mouth But I Must Scream:
http://www.surfturk.com/endoftheworld/ihavenomouth.html

The Last Question:
http://www.multivax.com/last_question.html

The Last Answer:
http://www.thrivenotes.com/the-last-answer/

The Egg:
http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html

Talking with God:
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread645878/pg1

Are you living in a Computer Simulation? (long):
http://www.simulation-argument.com/simulation.html

Computer Simulation Story:
http://qntm.org/responsibility

Ted’s Caving story: (Long and Suspenseful!)
http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/page1.html

Plato’s Cave:
http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/platoscave.html

The Relativity of Wrong – Isaac Asimov
http://hermiene.net/essays-trans/relativity_of_wrong.html

Mugen, or how I keep from boredom by inventing awesomeness

Synchronicity:

Synchronicity

June 1, 2011 at 11:42 am
Pikachu (6) (@pikachu) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

YES! I have read some of these but not all of them, and always wanted to build a collection. Nice work! ^_^

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Max Moon (6) (@maxmoon) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

Ted’s Caving story:
http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/page1.html

Edit* glad you liked it!

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Bryan Hellard (307)M (@xyver) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

That caving story made me shit bricks. Hella good read.

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Anonymous (0) (@) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

Platos cave is my favorite

It led me to many profound thoughts in the past.

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Em (473) (@emily) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

*bookmarked* for forever future reference.. spank you :)

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Pikachu (6) (@pikachu) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

Is that cave thing supposed to end like that? never knowing what happened? Pikachu is ANGRY!!!!

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Bryan Hellard (307)M (@xyver) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

Bump for more stories!

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Anonymous (0) (@) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

I read this one the other day, found it fascinating, enjoy!

The Relativity of Wrong – Isaac Asimov
http://hermiene.net/essays-trans/relativity_of_wrong.html

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Bryan Hellard (307)M (@xyver) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

Yes! Thats a great one!

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Martijn Schirp (112,780)A (@martijn) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.” – Author Unknown

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Bryan Hellard (307)M (@xyver) 11 years, 3 months ago ago

Hektor Goodman posted this story in a different discussion, I wanted to share it here:

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.

A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.

A special note was attached. It read: “Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.”

Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

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Jack (21) (@jackflash) 10 years, 5 months ago ago

Bump. This thread is brilliant!

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pat (169) (@epath) 10 years, 5 months ago ago

I am reading “Zen Flesh, Zen Bones,” which as…as you guessed, lots of Zen stories. Too many to tell here. (It is a hardback book).

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max michael hatling (1) (@mhatling) 10 years, 5 months ago ago

@Bryan Hellard, Thank Yew. Yew have been Bookmarked. Thanks again. Great list. All of you here, actually. To show my appreciation a line from a Morcheeba song:
Fear keeps you from Loving. Love prevents the Fear

Well, something to that effect if ive remembered it correctly. mmmmrph.

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Anonymous (0) (@) 10 years, 5 months ago ago

This is a funny story from Miles’s autobiography. Maybe not as subtle as op’s, but just as mind-blowing in my opinion. The story remembers when Miles was nineteen starting to play with Charlie Parker.

I remember one time we was coming down to The Street to play from uptown and Bird had this white bitch in the back of the taxi with us. He done already shot up a lot of heroin and now the moth-erfucker’s eating chicken – his favorite food-and drinking whiskey and telling the bitch to get down and suck his dick. Now, I wasn’t used to that kind of shit back then – I was hardly even drinking, I think I had just started smoking – and I definitely wasn’t into drugs yet because I was only nineteen years old and hadn’t seen no shit like that before. Anyway, Bird noticed that I was getting kind of uptight with the woman sucking all over his dick and everything, and him sucking on her pussy. So he asked if something was wrong with me, and if his doing this was bothering me. When I told him that I felt uncomfortable with them doing what they was doing in front of me, with her licking and slapping her tongue like a dog all over his dick and him making all that moaning noise in between taking bites of chicken, I told him, “Yeah, it’s bothering me.” So you know what that motherfucker said? He told me that if it was bothering me, then I should turn my head and not pay attention. 1 couldn’t believe that shit, that he actually said that to me. The cab was real small and we all three were in the backseat, so where was I supposed to turn my head? What I did was to stick my head outside the taxi window, but I could still hear them motherfuckers getting down and in between, Bird smacking his lips all over that fried chicken. Like I said, he was something, all right.

Heres some more stories I had collected from Conversations.

Parable of the Rock

Once there was a Rock, filled with countless atoms, protons, neutrons, and subatomic particles of matter. These particles were racing around continually, in a pattern, each particle going from “here” to “there,” and taking “time” to do so, yet going so fast that the Rock itself seemed to move not at all. It just WAS. There it lay, drinking in the sun, soaking up the rain, and moving not at all.

“What is this, inside of me, that is moving?” The Rock asked.

“It is you,” said a Voice from Afar.

“Me?” replied the Rock. “Why, that is impossible. I am not moving at all. Anyone can see that.”

“Yes, from a distance,” the Voice agreed. “From way over here you do look as if you are solid, still, not moving. But when I come closer-when I look very closely at what is actually happening-I see that everything that comprises What You Are is moving. It is moving at incredible speed through time and space in a particular pattern which CREATES You as the think called ‘Rock.’ And so, you are like magic! You are moving and not moving at the same time.”

“But,” asked the Rock, “Which, then, is the illusion? The oneness, the stillness, of the Rock, or the separateness and the movement of Its parts?”

To which the Voice replied, “Which, then is the illusion? The oneness, the stillness, of God? Or the separateness and movement of its parts?”

Both observations are accurate. Both realities are “real.” From a macro perspective, there is no separateness, and from “way back there” all the particles of everything look like a Whole. As you look at the rock at your feet, you see the rock, right there, as whole, complete, perfect. Yet even in ther fraction of a moment that you hold that rock in your awareness, there is a lot going on withing that rock-there is an incredible movement, at incredible speed, of the particles of that rock. And what are these particles doing? They are making the rock WHAT IT IS.

The rock isn’t becoming a rock; it IS a rock, right here, right now. If you experienced the consciousness of one of the particles you would observe a “here” and a “there” and if someone told you it was all happening at once, you would call it a liar and charlatan. And from a distance, it would appear that there was no movement occurring. From a distance it could be seen what could not be seen up close-that all is One, and that all the movement HASN’T MOVED ANYTHING.

Parable of the Little Soul and the Sun

There was once a soul who knew itself to be the light. This was a new soul, and so, anxious for experience. “I am the light,” it said. “I am the light.” Yet all the knowing of it and all the saying of it could not substitute for the experience of it. And in the realm from which this soul emerged, there was nothing BUT the light. EVERY soul was grand, every soul was magnificent, and every soul shone with the brilliance of God’s awesome light. And so the little soul in question was a candle in the sun. In the midst of the grandest light-of which it was a part-it could not see itself, nor experience itself as Who and What it Really Is.

Now it came to pass that this soul yearned and yearned to know itself. And so great was it’s yearning that God one day said, “Do you know, Little One, what you must do to satisfy this yearning of yours?”

“Oh, what, God? What? I’ll do ANYTHING!” The little soul said.

“You must separate yourself from the rest of us,” God answered, “and then you must call upon yourself the darkness.”

“What is the darkness, o Holy One?” the little soul asked.

“That which you are not,” God replied, and the soul understood.

And so this the soul did, removing itself from the All, yea, going even unto another realm. And in this realm the soul had the power to call into its experience all sorts of darkness. And this it did.

Yet in the midst of the darkness did it cry out, “Father, Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?” Even as we have said unto God in our blackest times. Yet God had never forsaken us, but stands by us always, ready to remind us of Who We Really Are; ready, always ready, to call us home.

THEREFORE, BE A LIGHT UNTO THE DARKNESS, AND CURSE IT NOT. AND FORGET NOT WHO YOU ARE IN THE ENCIRCLEMENT BY THAT WHICH YOU ARE NOT. BUT DO YOU PRAISE TO THE CREATION, EVEN AS YOU SEEK TO CHANGE IT.

AND KNOW THAT WHAT YOU DO IN THE TIME OF YOUR GREATEST TRIAL CAN BE YOUR GREATEST TRIUMPH. FOR THE EXPERIENCE YOU CREATE IS A STATEMENT OF WHO YOU ARE-AND WHO YOU WANT TO BE.

Parable of Whiteness

Imagine that you are in a white room, with white walls, white floor, white ceiling, no corners. Imagine that you are suspended in space by some invisible force. You are dangling there, in mid-air. You cannot touch anything, you cannot hear anything, and all you see is whiteness. How long do you think you will “exist” in your own experience?

Pretty soon, you’d go out of your mind.

You would literally, leave your mind. Your mind is the part of you that is assigned the task of making sense out of all the incoming data, your mind has nothing to do.

Now, the moment you go out of your mind, you cease to exist in your own experience. That is, you cease to know anything in particular about yourself.

Are you big?

Are you small?

You cannot know, because there is nothing outside of yourself with which to compare yourself.

Are you good?

Are you evil?

You cannot know. Are you even here? You cannot know, because there is nothing over there. You cannot know anything about yourself in your own experience. You can conceptualize it all you want, but you cannot experience it.

Then something happens to change all this. There appears a tiny dot on the wall. It’s as if someone has come along with a fountain pen and squirted a tiny dot of ink. Nobody knows how the dot got there, but it doesn’t matter, because the dot has saved you.

Now there is something else. There is You, and there is the Dot On The Wall. Suddenly, you can make some decisions again, you can have some experiences again. The dot is over there. That means you must be here. The dot is smaller than you. You are bigger than it. You are starting to define yourself again-in relationship to the Dot On The Wall.

Your relationship with the dot becomes sacred, because it has given you back a sense of your Self.

Now a kitten appears in the room. You don’t know who is doing this, who is causing all this to happen, but you are grateful, because now some more decisions can be made. The kitten appears softer. You appear smarter (at least, part of the time!), It is faster. You are stronger.

More things appear in the room, and you begin to expand your definition of Self. Then it dawns on you. Only in the presence of something else can you know yourself. This something else is that which you are not. Thus: In the absence of that which You Are Not, that which You Are… is not.

You have remembered an enormous truth, and you vow never to forget it again. You welcome every other person, place, and thing in your life with open arms. You reject none of it, because you see now that all that appears in your life is a blessing, presenting you with a greater opportunity to define who you are, and to know yourself as that.

(And it is thus that we have created one of the greatest punishments in society: Solitary Confinement.)

The CD Metaphor

This isn’t really a parable. Its just a metaphor. But it does offer a wonderful understanding of the universe.

In previous explanations of time, I have said that time is nonexistant. Everything is happening at once in that One Eternal Moment of Now. This is a hard concept to grasp from our current point of perception in this reality. This analogy will hopefully help some.

Have you ever played a computer or video game and asked yourself how the machine knows how to respond to every move you make with the controls. If you are someone who has grown up with vido games then you may not have and just taken is as a given. Its obvious really: It’s all on the disc.

The computer knows how to respond to every move you make because every possible move has already been placed on the disc, along with its appropriate response.

Think of the universe as that CD you put into a machine to play a game. All the endings already exist. The universe is just waiting to see which one you choose this time. And when the game is over, whether you win, lose, or draw, the universe will say, “Want to play again?”

Your disk doesn’t care whether you win or not, and you can’t “hurt it’s feelings.” It just offers you a chance to play again. All the endings alread exist, and which ending you experience depends on the choices you make.

From a macro perspective, all times exist simultaniously when you hold the disc in your hand. But as soon as you experience the micro perspective of that information, it stretches out for hours or days. The game is no fun if your holding the disk in your hands (frisbee maybe?), and that is why we are experiencing the micro perspective of the universe.

And that is why our only purpose in this reality is to choose, determine, fulfill, experience, realize, remember, and create Who You Are.

The only question you have to ask yourself in any given situation is:

Is this who I am?

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Bryan Hellard (307)M (@xyver) 10 years, 2 months ago ago

Bumpity bump! Added new stories (a thread from another HE discussion)

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Anonymous (2,654) (@) 10 years, 2 months ago ago

@xyver, have you played the game I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream? It’s rather old though, I don’t know if it would work on new operation systems. But I love it.

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Bryan Hellard (307)M (@xyver) 10 years, 2 months ago ago

@beyond, I have not, link to more info please?

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Anonymous (2,654) (@) 10 years, 2 months ago ago

@xyver, the actual game starts at 1:00 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBRlSmdDDl8

It’s an adventure based on the book. I found a download link. You’re gonna need some Dos emulator if you’re on a PC. http://www.fullfreegamedownload.net/I-Have-No-Mouth,-and-I-Must-Scream—Full-Game-Download-4225.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Have_No_Mouth,_and_I_Must_Scream_%28video_game%29

edit: HATE, HATE! AM is a hater. :)

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Anonymous (2,654) (@) 10 years, 2 months ago ago

Actually I wouldn’t trust that download link. A torrent would be more reliable.

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Bryan Hellard (307)M (@xyver) 9 years, 9 months ago ago

Bump! I’m sure some new people will find these interesting. It’s been awhile since they surfaced.

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