I don't care about thread derailment. Threads are more for discussion in my opinion.

THE FOOL THATS MUFF:
"I wish i could explain it better. Im not that eloquent. But it was insanely real. It was like a flood of dopamine that came seemingly out of nowhere. Just started crying. It was beautiful. My attitude towards people changed. My path was set. You will know what im talking about when you feel it. I wish i could guarantee that it will happen to everyone who seeks it out..but i don't know how he/it operates. I just was incredibly thankful that it did man. Because up until that point I swear I was doing everything to discredit its existence.

tell him to just carry himself with grace and he will see the results. Keep in mind that whilst hes doing this..he wont be immune to sin. We all partake in it. But its the effort that counts."

Yout a fuckin tard, like you said you were. take your enlightenment elsewhere moron.

I don't understand why the bolded parts are bolded.

me either

fucking with the infinite..nothing is certain. you can only guess..but you are certain something is happening but you cant put your finger on it.

lol @Plot I have the sneaking feeling that even if you try to elaborate..youll end up looking like the shallow-minded fuckwit you really are

not my fault you wake up everyday hating yourself

HAVE A ...DAY

LMFAAAAAAAO

in my own experience, all that came before, my pride and sense of righteous rudeness disappeared. I sat on this cliff looking out at just wilderness, all around. Rocks and trees older than me and bound to outlive me. I saw myself for what I am, and I drew the line at concluding who I was. I can't reach into someone's mind and rationalize their attitude. I can only observe and ask what their intolerance has to teach me. Self centered to the point that I don't judge anyone for anything they aren't doing right in front of me. I sought to master my own urges and complaints. I looked for my better self. I haven't completed the journey, but I'm forced to recognize how far I've come from who I was. These boards, there's every type of human somewhere on them. Tolerance isn't meekness, it's refusing to set yourself in opposition to anyone.

I like this poem. And I like the conversation it inspired.