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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: wes on April 07, 2014, 10:41:06 AM
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....that nobody ever heard of died today.
RIP
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This is a sad day in the history of humanity.
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
May that individual rest in peace...
"1"
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Eloquently put my friend. :'(
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that poor bastard , that cubical worker will be missed
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Thank you for the sentiment brother Nails. :(
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Heard about this on the news. Dropped cup of coffee I was holding, descended to my knees and wept.
I fear that in times like this I will take to the bottle.
PIP
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Very tough loss indeed. :(
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He was a good bra - the Zyzz bird of noseville shall make his crossing of Styx a save one.
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Thanks Bruce..........it all came so suddenly. :'(
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“That proves you are unusual,' returned the Scarecrow; 'and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.”
― L. Frank Baum, The Land Of Oz
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when wes dies getbig will weep
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Like in this song.
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(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/10/24/article-2474877-18F2D17A00000578-902_634x359.jpg)
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(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/10/24/article-2474877-18F2D17A00000578-902_634x359.jpg)
dj181 catching some air in that pic
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This is a sad day in the history of humanity.
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
May that individual rest in peace...
"1"
Without even looking it up, I can easily continue on from that.
'Nice day for the Crows'
'Remove your army from my land'
'I like your land, I think I'll stay'
'You can't have the whole world Agamemnon'
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This is a sad day in the history of humanity.
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
May that individual rest in peace...
"1"
Ernest Becker talked about the dual nature of man. We are extraordinary beings who can ponder the mysteries of the universe, yet we are tied to a decaying, rotting body. Quite the dilemma.
"Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant feminine beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of the eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill: to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture." Ernest Becker
“Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.”
― Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
“Man is out of nature and hopelessly in it; he is dual, up in the stars and yet housed in a heart-pumping, breath-gasping body that once belonged to a fish and still carries the gill-marks to prove it. His body is a material fleshy casing that is alien to him in many ways—the strangest and most repugnant way being that it aches and bleeds and will decay and die. Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with atowering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.”
― Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
"Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order to blindly and dumbly rot and disappear forever. It is a terrifying dilemma to be in and to have to live with. The lower animals are, of course, spared this painful contradiction, as they lack a symbolic identity and the self-consciousness that goes with it. They merely act and move reflexively as they are driven by their instincts. If they pause at all, it is only a physical pause; inside they are anonymous, and even their faces have no name. They live in a world without time, pulsating, as it were, in a state of dumb being. This is what has made it so simple to shoot down whole herds of buffalo or elephants. The animals don't know that death is happening and continue grazing placidly while others drop alongside them. The knowledge of death is reflective and conceptual, and animals are spared it. They live and they disappear with the same thoughtlessness: a few minutes of fear, a few seconds of anguish, and it is over. But to live a whole lifetime with the fate of death haunting one's dreams and even the most sun-filled days—that's something else.” ― Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
Erich Fromm wondered why most people did not become insane in the face of the existential contradiction between a symbolic self, that seems to give man infinite worth in a timeless scheme of things, and a body that is worth about 98˘.”
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"You don't seem to want to accept the fact you're dealing with an expert in guerrilla warfare, with a man who's the best, with guns, with knives, with his bare hands.
A man who's been trained to ignore pain, ignore weather, to live off the land, to eat things that would make a billy goat puke.
In Vietnam his job was to dispose of enemy personnel.
To kill! Period! Win by attrition.
Well Rambo was the best"
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....that nobody ever heard of died today.
RIP
Hahahaha! RIP!
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My condolences, brother Wes.
I hope he lived a good life.
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I might have to do another retirement thread.
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Deep shit
In the end, what is the point...?
Ernest Becker talked about the dual nature of man. We are extraordinary beings who can ponder the mysteries of the universe, yet we are tied to a decaying, rotting body. Quite the dilemma.
"Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant feminine beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of the eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill: to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture." Ernest Becker
“Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.”
― Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
“Man is out of nature and hopelessly in it; he is dual, up in the stars and yet housed in a heart-pumping, breath-gasping body that once belonged to a fish and still carries the gill-marks to prove it. His body is a material fleshy casing that is alien to him in many ways—the strangest and most repugnant way being that it aches and bleeds and will decay and die. Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with atowering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.”
― Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
"Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order to blindly and dumbly rot and disappear forever. It is a terrifying dilemma to be in and to have to live with. The lower animals are, of course, spared this painful contradiction, as they lack a symbolic identity and the self-consciousness that goes with it. They merely act and move reflexively as they are driven by their instincts. If they pause at all, it is only a physical pause; inside they are anonymous, and even their faces have no name. They live in a world without time, pulsating, as it were, in a state of dumb being. This is what has made it so simple to shoot down whole herds of buffalo or elephants. The animals don't know that death is happening and continue grazing placidly while others drop alongside them. The knowledge of death is reflective and conceptual, and animals are spared it. They live and they disappear with the same thoughtlessness: a few minutes of fear, a few seconds of anguish, and it is over. But to live a whole lifetime with the fate of death haunting one's dreams and even the most sun-filled days—that's something else.” ― Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
Erich Fromm wondered why most people did not become insane in the face of the existential contradiction between a symbolic self, that seems to give man infinite worth in a timeless scheme of things, and a body that is worth about 98˘.”
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Every stranger is known by someone.
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Every stranger is known by someone.
True!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_degrees_of_separation
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....that nobody ever heard of died today.
RIP
Pics of his mom?
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"You don't seem to want to accept the fact you're dealing with an expert in guerrilla warfare, with a man who's the best, with guns, with knives, with his bare hands.
A man who's been trained to ignore pain, ignore weather, to live off the land, to eat things that would make a billy goat puke.
In Vietnam his job was to dispose of enemy personnel.
To kill! Period! Win by attrition.
Well Rambo ESFtiness was the best"
fixed.
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:D
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was he known as "wes" around here by any chance?
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it s been one day and i miss him as much as yesterday. I thought time will flush away his memory, but no, i miss him more than yesterday.
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His front double biceps will never be forgotten. :'(
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I am literally crying tears on my keyboard reading this, I can't believe he is gone :'(