'Spirits', have now been proven not to exist, in this Universe, and in every other Universe.
If you disbelieve me, then please describe any Physical property of a so-called 'spirit'.
Everything in this Universe, and in every other Universe, has Physical properties, including space.
Please do not use 'race', in this context.
Please use 'people' or 'tribe', instead.
There are not any 'races' within humans, only some humans who participate in races. These participants could be a member of any tribe.
Please stop listening to politicians. You do not want a 'job'. What you want is meaningful work. A 'job' is only a part of work.
It seems to me, that you have a fairly sound idea, as to what type of work that you would like to do. What you need is a plan, to achieve this goal. For this, you can ask other people for help. I think you will be surprised how much help you can find, if you ask others on this.
Praying does nothing. To 'pray', means to ask. Who are you asking?
This has become little more than a repetitive ceremonial behaviour.
The VHATC-L2 do not approve of repetitious ceremonial behaviours, and they do not interfere in naturally occurring events.
They might communicate with an Enlightened and Ethical creature, occasionally (and usually sparingly).
The VHATC-L2 recommend quiet contemplation (if and when necessary), at an appropriate time and place.
Excuse me, from your post you come across as some kind of know it all, and even someone who hasn't seen a shower or bath in a while, because that paragraph is long, and after all the fecal matter that has just come out your mouth maybe a toothbrush.
Generic doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating generic baby animals alive and forcing old women with generic disabilities to swallow my bloody vomit? A generic group of people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place oftorment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by generic abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that generic drug and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now,you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that generic drug, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her generic cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making generic science, but I went from generic despicable humans, to your soul, to your generic cultist mother. Still, I regret a generic amount of nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a generic van and drop them off at a generic child care center with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing generic drug addict with a bag of something that looks like the generic drug and tell him or her it's the drug. Then, after giving them a generic weapon, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
Generic doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating generic baby animals alive and forcing old women with generic disabilities to swallow my bloody vomit? A generic group of people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place of torment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by generic abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that generic drug and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now, you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that generic drug, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making science, but I went from despicable humans, to your soul, to your generic cultist mother. Still, I regret nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a generic van and drop them off at a generic child care center with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing generic drug addict with a bag of something that looks like the generic drug and tell him or her it's the drug. Then, after giving them a generic weapon, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
Doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating kittens alive and forcing disabled old women to swallow my bloody vomit? Some people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place of torment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by snake/lion/human foot abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that devil weed and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now, you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that devil weed, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her generic cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making science, but I went from despicable humans, to your soul, to your cultist mother. Still, I regret nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a van and drop them off at a daycare with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing meth-head with a bag of something that looks like meth and tell him or her it's meth. Then, after giving them a knife, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
Your whole schtik is telling people off for using proper nouns and the letter before R, right? Because I totally didn't do that. Or did I get you confused with my crazy brother?
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Archaic.
'Spirits', have now been proven not to exist, in this Universe, and in every other Universe.
If you disbelieve me, then please describe any Physical property of a so-called 'spirit'.
Everything in this Universe, and in every other Universe, has Physical properties, including space.
Please do not use 'race', in this context.
Please use 'people' or 'tribe', instead.
There are not any 'races' within humans, only some humans who participate in races. These participants could be a member of any tribe.
Please stop listening to politicians. You do not want a 'job'. What you want is meaningful work. A 'job' is only a part of work.
It seems to me, that you have a fairly sound idea, as to what type of work that you would like to do. What you need is a plan, to achieve this goal. For this, you can ask other people for help. I think you will be surprised how much help you can find, if you ask others on this.
Praying does nothing. To 'pray', means to ask. Who are you asking?
This has become little more than a repetitive ceremonial behaviour.
The VHATC-L2 do not approve of repetitious ceremonial behaviours, and they do not interfere in naturally occurring events.
They might communicate with an Enlightened and Ethical creature, occasionally (and usually sparingly).
The VHATC-L2 recommend quiet contemplation (if and when necessary), at an appropriate time and place.
It is up to you, to make this happen.
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Quit fucking with this poor person. They do not need your particular brand of horseshit today.
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Violation.
Please see Rule #8 & Rule #10.
Infringement; Profanation, Usually Vulgar.
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What are you gonna do about it bitchist?
Excuse me, from your post you come across as some kind of know it all, and even someone who hasn't seen a shower or bath in a while, because that paragraph is long, and after all the fecal matter that has just come out your mouth maybe a toothbrush.
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For the umpteenth time, I am not a, 'know-it-all' [please note the hyphens]. I have barely scratched the surface of Universal knowledge, so to speak.
Please try to be more polite with others, when you communicate with them.
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Generic doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating generic baby animals alive and forcing old women with generic disabilities to swallow my bloody vomit? A generic group of people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place oftorment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by generic abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that generic drug and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now,you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that generic drug, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her generic cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making generic science, but I went from generic despicable humans, to your soul, to your generic cultist mother. Still, I regret a generic amount of nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a generic van and drop them off at a generic child care center with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing generic drug addict with a bag of something that looks like the generic drug and tell him or her it's the drug. Then, after giving them a generic weapon, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
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Hocus-pocus.
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Generic doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating generic baby animals alive and forcing old women with generic disabilities to swallow my bloody vomit? A generic group of people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place of torment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by generic abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that generic drug and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now, you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that generic drug, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making science, but I went from despicable humans, to your soul, to your generic cultist mother. Still, I regret nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a generic van and drop them off at a generic child care center with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing generic drug addict with a bag of something that looks like the generic drug and tell him or her it's the drug. Then, after giving them a generic weapon, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
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Blither bother.
Doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating kittens alive and forcing disabled old women to swallow my bloody vomit? Some people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place of torment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by snake/lion/human foot abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that devil weed and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now, you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that devil weed, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her generic cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making science, but I went from despicable humans, to your soul, to your cultist mother. Still, I regret nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a van and drop them off at a daycare with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing meth-head with a bag of something that looks like meth and tell him or her it's meth. Then, after giving them a knife, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
Your whole schtik is telling people off for using proper nouns and the letter before R, right? Because I totally didn't do that. Or did I get you confused with my crazy brother?
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Bafflegab.