I confess.....

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ya know you can fix that... on the page where you edit your profile... for Florida time, set the timezone to GMT -5


EDIT: I confess i didn't read all the posts in this thread, otherwise i'd have known that someone else has already pointed this out

I confess that I've felt depressed, suicidal, and homicidal for so long... it is almost comfortable. I confess that knowing I'm not alone only tends to make me feel worse, despite your apparently desperate want to help, of help; I confess that this conjures images of rubbing wounds against wounds. I confess that I'm probably more dead than alive. I confess that I often look forward to death, as it will release me from this prison, this life of slavery, this subjugation on planet ruled by beings who are more alien to me than kin...

But, I'm still desperately needed here, and am not permitted the luxury of going out in the blaze of glory that I long for; I cannot be selfish; I must find a way to continue the battle. Though, like Trigger11, sometimes I feel too old and tired to continue the fight. I confess that sometimes try to harness some... very volatile and potentially dangerous demons that I have kept long locked away in an effort to spur myself to continue the fight. I confess that the ending of this tale remains a mystery to me.

I confess that one of my greatest fears is dying in my sleep; I want to be able to look death in the eye and smile as it comes for me. I confess that every time I read one of those online questionnaires that asks "How would you like to die", and someone puts "In my sleep", I tend to go off on a rant about this to whomever happens to be at hand. I confess that there is a part of me that believes that people who want to die in their sleep need to be murdered in their sleep. I confess that one of my demons would like to be the one to deliver Death upon those who wish it so; but the chains that bind this demon are strong, after a lifetime of forging. While this demon used to frighten me, try to subjugate me, I confess that I take some grim satisfaction in having developed the strength of will to be able to look this demon in the eye and tell it to STFU.

I confess that this bit from Temple of Doom always makes me smile:

"I followed you on many adventures -- but into the great Unknown Mystery, I go first, Indy!" - some mook who's about to die, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

[Sorry to turn grim again, UnrelentingHorror; you know me. Such is the way of things…]

Good fortune,

- Icarus

I confess that as I read this, this old saying came immediately to mind:

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions..."

I confess that in this context, "precept" and "intent" strike me as synonymous. I confess when I think about the amount of evil that has been committed in the name of good throughout human history, I get a cold shiver in my mind. Intent is too... easy a rationale; if there is a difference, it must be very much more than this, independent of this.

A thought exercise: I submit that the extermination of all human life might be viewed as a good thing, a thing that might be pursued with good intent. Think about it; all suffering* and pain* would end; everyone's problems would be solved; there'd be no hate, no war, no violence* no greed, no suffering*, no famine*, no pollution, no worrying; there'd be nobody being subjugated and brutalized and exploited and enslaved; there's be nobody desperately looking for love and companionship they cannot find... I could go on in this vein for a long, long time, but I'll take it that you get the idea. And in the end, the entire notion of evil [and good] would be entirely erased. It would be... beautiful.

Would this be an act of good? I've provided justification. An act of evil? I conveniently ignored the downsides of such an act. If both, which outweighs the other?

I confess that good is my lover, and evil is my mistress; good is my angel, and evil is my succubus; I know them both quite intimately.

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Grim

[*These are things that can be found in nature, but they differ by having no notion of good or evil attached to them.]

I confess, I respect someone who is able to define the line between killing and murder on his or her own, as you did just now. I do the same; for me, the difference between murder and killing comes down to whether there is a good reason to kill someone. That is a very open-ended definition that makes many people nervous, but I have faith in myself to know the difference; the difference between murder and killing is something that my moral compass tells me.

In the US, under rule of law, murder is simply defined as the "unlawful" killing of a person. In other parts of the world, it is defined quite arbitrarily. I can think of places where a woman can be stoned if three men accuse her of infidelity; there, such is viewed as killing, not murder. I can think of places in the world today where you can get shot in the head if you speak out against the government; there, such is viewed as killing, not murder. I have a good friend, who is quite smart and whom I respect, who would argue that any willful taking of human life is murder. Looking back across human history, the lines between murder and killing become... blurry. In the end, the difference between murder and killing is a rather arbitrary human construct; but this is not to say that there is no difference.

I confess that for me, "deserves" is something I know at heart, and "reasonable majority" is me, and me alone. I confess that I do not trust humans to make these judgments. I confess that I do not believe in impartial justice. But, I confess, I am in the minority here, possibly a minority of one; it is a place I am used to. I confess that it worries me that in modern society, faith in one's self seems to have been replaced with external dogma, be it law, religion, or something else. I confess that though I chaff against such notions, they are probably a good idea in general, for many humans are unable to control their wicked sides...

This morning on the way to work, I heard news on the radio of two fellows who perpetrated a home invasion, and committed some unspeakable atrocities on a family of four: father, mother, and daughters ages 11 and 17. I confess that later this morning, I read of a story in Britain where 3 people kidnapped a 15-year old boy who was unspeakably tortured, and finally murdered. I confess if that I ran across any of the people who committed either of these crimes, my hardest choice would be to shoot them in the head for a clean death, or, more deservedly, in the gut for a slow death. In such cases there might not be an immediate threat to life; but I would be killing, not murdering. There are many who would disagree to me; but, at heart, my conscience would trouble me not a whit.

I'm sure you can see why I find all of these notions so interesting. I confess, I enjoy such philosophical explorations.

[I have more to confess, but again I'll STFU after my trademark 3 rambling posts. "Verbose to the point of vexation." ]

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Guilty

I confess that for all the managers I have ever worked with that only 1 out of 10 were competent.

I confess that this was one case where I actually was precise with my language - a great deal of difference is not the same thing as the only divider.

(I confess that otherwise I'm too tired to respond to the rest tonight, as it'll go directly past me and/or I'll muddle my words - I will later.)

I confess my self esteem is very low.

I just went to the dentist for the first time in five years.

I confess that I now feel bad for trying to start a friendly argument with you while you're in the clutches of tired. Rest well, and feel better; I llook forward to hearing your ripost.

Good fortune,

-Icarus the Argumentative

I confess that I've recently run across a rash of females with self-esteem difficulties, one of the strange patterns in my life. I confess that I wish I had the power to dispell them all. Sometimes... I wish I could heal, but the power so often escapes me. Godspeed to you, rosered.

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Powerless

Thank you.

I confess I'm listening to a punk band called "DeSade" who got their name from Marquis De Sade, infamous in his time for being sexually liberated and amoral.

I confess that your post makes me want to go out and buy the movie Quils. >.<

Oh I see, so that's how it' going to be huh? I respond to you and you don't respond then you respond to one of my posts, and I'm not supposed to respond?!



You really should have responded though.

It's a trait common to those without a verbal impairment, i.e., nearly everyone.

99 morons will govern a single genius.

We live in a society that's defined by the majority; said majority is going to be the one whom defines justice and punishment. All societies whether theological or philosophical based will be controlled by the majority: this will induce the greatest benefit for all (which can be hilariously stupid when viewed from eyes that are detached from said society -- but who are we to judge?).

Perhaps my eyes are swayed in that I see that no one is deserving of death if they’re not directly involved in encroaching upon your life and the life of those around you. I don’t care for the murderer or the family he kills; if I were to punish said murderer I’d then be a target for justice and I’ll be taken from those I care for and placed within the confines of those I [usually] despise. I lay the blame equally on the family for not defending its own and the murderer for doing the only thing he knows how. I’m sure you can see why it would be useless for me to pursue the course of vigilantism when the justice system we live under will treat me no different to the one I murder; that I see just as much a victim of life as the family that’s murdered. My eyes are swayed by a lack of empathy and being familiar with the QLD Justice System that I adhere to [and study].

Concerning a friend of yours: If taking a life that's about to take yours is considered murder; I retort with that you value the life of the one whom wishes to take yours more than your life.

If you like philosophical musings, ask me specific questions and I’ll muse all day (I need direct questions if I’m to answer fluidly -- verbal impairment does that to a human).

I confess, I like how women look.