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I do. It's one of my ambitions to get one started. Back to topic-- since artificial constructs like philosophy and ethics will always exist and change, knowledge shall always be there to be learned. Humans change because of physical factors, changes that end up snowballing into huge shifts in thought processes, and so, the social atmosphere at any period in time. Even if we don't count 'fake' social knowledge as knowledge, there is always the Universe that exists when we do not observe it. It is wholly different from what we see now, a cloud of wave forms and uncertainties in particulate locations that lends itself to some very odd behavior. Laws apparently do not hold up at this level, urging us to research more, but some cruel hand of Universal development or God makes it take up definite states when a conscious person observes it. Knowledge is seemingly infinite to a race that cannot learn without the need to observe. When this plateau is reached, the foundations of science give way, and you are left with something more spiritual. A religion. People relying on intuition to glean answers, in some transcendentalist attempt to decipher all the oddities of our world.

I believe I break your three categories of Men. I am not in love. I do not wish to be in love. But I will never, ever ignore love. I know and study love in great detail, see how it works its way through the social environment, but I don't see myself making a specific attachment to another person. Not a specific attachment. It is something broader. Love in slight defocus, from laser to floodlight. A beam being spread upon every sentient being out there. Compassion, is it? I drown myself with that. I try to. I love the idea of love. Yet I do not partake in it.

Haha, and I've only seen a manipulation of the poem, in the Spidey comic 'Kraven's Last Hunt'. "Spyder, Spyder, Burning bright, In the forests of the Night, What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry...?"

He's not an idiot. He's just insane. He wants to bring about the Judgment Day--and one of the prophecies state that during Judgment the whole of the world will be allied against the Islamic World. I'll try and find the article, to make sure this is true.

Sylar is a bad-[wagon]. He's just so damned slick. And now he can be anyone, go anywhere, and do anything.

She... She listens to Pantera.

He was an outlier. Not an ambassador for the entire species.

Does it build up with sleep-deprivation?

How are you sure of an animal's 'consent'? They'd be just as innocent and unknowing as children.

I read it as 'PETA Kills 95% of Adorable Pets in it's Care.' That wouldn't have been a bad rhetorical strategy, right there. And yes, PETA is freaking insane. Though I have to admit I laughed at that explicit commercial showing how vegetarians get more sex.

If they're rebelling against clothing. Fat girl. Game, Set, and Match.

Jupiter: "You know what I find most uncomfortable about you, Rid[bleep]? How comfortable you are. Here. In Butcher Bay, I mean. Caged inside this slam." Rid[bleep]: "I just play the hand that I was dealt. Then I cheat." Not really the 'best'... but the combination of all the quotes in that game make for one of the coolest scripts ever.

Control, control, control. We all have urges to do certain, sometimes inexplicable things. Some are drawn to violence--sufferers of illogical snaps that lead to murder. Others have uncontrollable hungers, either for actual food, or knowledge, or sex. But society is kept together with the mortar of human control. Your urges are of rare breed, but they are still just urges. We all have them. You are no monster, you are human. We are human. Don't fret--just keep a handle on what you deem irrational.

Oh god: Can't... stop.. laughing...

This would go well under the 'Epic Chemical Reactions' thread.

Really? I would've assumed that the smooth, blue cold of menthol sliding into your lungs would be preferable to harsh, gray tobacco smoke. But I haven't smoked so--

I don't smoke-- but I've heard of things called 'Menthol Kools' that don't sound bad. I've heard that they have weird side-effects though, you guys know anything about that? I heard about Kools from a Rid[bleep] movie : /

Like pain? Go get some bullet ants. Or, put salt on your skin, and put ice on top (your skin will scar if you do this). I don't like pain, but it's not a bad test of will. I haven't done the bullet-ant thing, don't think I have that kind of access to random exotic species.

I have no words. Seriously, you deserve some kind of award, or at least a T-Shirt that says 'I have balls of steel'. Worst pain I've had was when I broke my arm. Wasn't even too bad. But--imagine this: If you work out your bicep too much, it will detach from your forearm, and bundle up into a ball of muscle near the shoulder. Can you imagine the pain? Augh, thinking about it is ridiculous. Damned PE teachers and their advising, terrifying ways.

Second one looks like it's ready to kick some [wagon].

Your political compass Economic Left/Right: -4.75 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -4.10 Too many damned Ghandi/Dalai Lamas on here. I mean, they're awesome, but only because they're so unique. Now there's suddenly a legion of them.

Hugh G. Wrection? No, but seriously, your name is Hiroki? That's awesome--just go by 'Hiro'. How much better can it get? If you must change it, make it actually just 'Hero'. Like that one inventor from Greece. That way, the name'd be awesome and you'd still have an attachment with your old, parent-given name.

I realize now that the joke would've been funnier if I had something like 'Watching You' or 'Solitary Confinement' as my location. More ominous. Limbo is frightening, from a weird existential point of view, but you probably imagine bending under a horizontal stick while repetitive music plays upon reading it.

Because variety and switching up scents is like punching your friends' noses in the face. And everybody's nose needs a good smack once in a while. A pleasant smack. Don't come in here with a fart joke. I know you're about to type one up, (wo)man. Hey! Get your fingers away from the keyboard.

Either funny, or very, very, serious.