maybe they mean the whole of the u-hauls is bigger than the some of its parts?
maybe they mean the whole of the u-hauls is bigger than the some of its parts?
How is there beauty in the lack of life
i never said that there’s beauty in the lack of life. i said that there’s no beauty in life.
these are two very different statements.
life is beautiful.
no, it’s not. it’s an ugly, parasitic process that accelerates resource consumption merely for its own pointless existence. the heat death of the universe will come all that faster only because of the presence of life.
and, for sure, humankind is the pinnacle of this selfish and greedy outcome of biological evolution.
according to this site, there are 166k desths per day; which works out to about 7k deaths per hour or a little under 120 deaths per minute (around 2 deaths per second).
even if you get paired with somebody who dies in the same quadrant as you, there’s a good chance that that person will be an annoying prick.
so the maths bears out. the commenter to whom you replied is correct in saying that–if the ghost-no-gravity theory is true–you would be better off dying in a mini-mass-massacre event.
Patriotism is the belief that together we can make this place really lasting and good.
the problem is with the definition of “this place”. a patriot’s vision of “this place” is restricted by borders drawn by politicians.
no sane person should ever “be ok” with that extent of tunnel vision. “this place” should extend to the world we all share.
the minute we think of ourselves as being part of a tribe – of being a subgroup – we lose sight of the fact that we are all together with each other on this third rock from the sun.
we know of no other life as yet. the only life we have amongst ourselves and around us on the crust of this planet is therefore doubly sacred.
why would we want to dilute something so wonderful by etching a border between ourselves and creating a “you” versus a “me”? why would we even want to maintain that division even if it were ostensibly given to us “by chance”?
(separately, it would be a travesty to say that the so-called “tribes” inhabiting india and pakistan, south korea and north korea, czechia and slovakia, all the present-day components of the former yugoslavia, northern ireland and the republic of ireland, and all other such sets of people divided by manmade norms were “given to us by chance”.)
til that tahoma is actually a mountain and not just a font.
can’t wait to see pics of the peak of times new roman, now!
patriotism is nothing but loyalty to real estate. - dr. gregory house.
seriously, though. it’s high time we thought of ourselves as co-passengers on a single planet-sized ship rather than attributing memberships to everyone on the basis of arbitrarily drawn lines on a map.
would it be about control? a fantasy about having access to a modernised version of a slave who is bound to do the protagonist’s oft-perverted bidding with reduced rights of their own?
waking up in an hour with a stiff back and full bladder is even worse than falling asleep so soon.
What makes TikTok stand out in this regard?
the location of its base of operations is what makes it stand out.
it’s been banned in my country since its very inception (one of a very few agreeable thing that our otherwise very regressive far right government has done).
that’s poor fire safety. there should never be an open flame that close to bed linen.
this person hasn’t tamed the fire; rather the flame has fooled this person into thinking its been tamed in order to position itself more optimally for its next attack.
in this part of the world, we are blessed with stray dogs who are also protected by our supreme court. it’s quite literally against the law, for example, to prohibit the feeding of strays by animal lovers.
i once saw one of them shudder and whine at the sound of fireworks. its tail scrunched under and it pissed itself in fear and confusion. its plaintive moans were drowned out by the incessant blasts of the “mala” crackers (a literal garland of 10,000 or so crackers strung out in sequence that goes on bursting for an hour or so). the poor thing just did not know what was happening and it became a shivering ball of anxiety until the blasts stopped.
anyone who sees an innocent animal suffer like that will never, ever, want to light a firecracker again.
I’m a mirror. if you’re nice to me, I’m nice to you. if not, well…
yeah, it looks like there’s just bed room.
why is the customer made the butt of the joke here?
i am ashamed to say that i have driven when drunk. this was over a decade ago and i don’t remember the 13km trip taken late at night.
i am thankful that the car was found intact on inspection the next morning and i hadn’t hit anybody.
but that was the last time i drove drunk. i was a prize idiot to do so–as is anyone else who does so.
surely she’s attacking the wrong problem? the issue wasn’t that she ran the dishwasher in the first place, it was that she loaded the wrong item into the dishwasher.
if this story is true, then she should avoid loading the dishwasher. running it or not is immaterial.
it was actually around 11025 years ago. i first heard about this in 1999, and it was 11000 years then.
the famed tell-tail sign.