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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 03-28-2012, 12:13 AM

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God you're dumb. You probably have been taught it as fact, but weren't paying attention.
hahaha, ok. You seem to know more about my experiences than I do, that's amazing!

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"Humans only see a fraction of a percent of what surrounds us." Is completely true.

First off, you ever wonder how in a crowd of people you can still hear someone calling your name? It's selective hearing.
Yes, it's called the cocktail party effect.

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Your brain takes in billions of bits of information and then just as quickly throws out everything that doesn't relate to you.
Hahaha, really? that's how it works, is it? riiiight.

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I had a concussion once and the way I described it was this: Your brain is a giant filter, and when I had my concussion that filter came off. I could hear and see EVERYTHING at the exact same time, which lead to the biggest fucking migraines I have ever felt in my entire life because I wasn't able to focus on any one thing. Imagine trying to listen to a class lecture but you can't hear your teacher over two kids talking outside of the classroom, or if a bird is chirping. Or if a car drives by. Imagine driving and not being able to concentrate on what's in front of you. If your brain can't prioritize information you can't function as a human being. That means MOST information is going to get thrown out.
No, silly boy, that's not what it means at all. But your awesomely scientific analysis was entertaining, thanks!



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And humans do only use 10% of their brain. Go get an MRI. See how much of your brain is lit up at any given moment. It's about 10%.
That is simply untrue. But I also like how you've taken "only use 10% of the brain" to "only use 10% of their brain at any given moment".

I never understand why you have to be such a wanker in the way you discuss things, Soup. I'd bet my right arm that you're a skinny little pin-dick that is a hell of a lot more polite in real life when he discusses things and the internet is the only place you can actually talk to people like this.
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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 03-28-2012, 01:50 AM

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Breeding dogs is no different than dinosaurs evolving into birds.
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how the hell can you compare the two. i understand by definition but not by the theory the dog gradually changed i will not deny that. dog fucks dog, fucks different dog ect. will gradually change and have the characteristics of the parent (i look like my mother father - my mothers fathers father ect.) How is that evolution? .. Also, when did the leap take place for dinosaurs to make a fucking u-turn and become an ENTIRELY! different species of animal? different DNA, instincts, intelligence, fucking wings! different absolutely everything! just because they look similar? I will not deny that the theory of evolution is cool as fuck! like science fiction movie but i just can't buy into it sorry.
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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 03-28-2012, 03:24 AM

In real life I am a nice guy, wild jumbait. I'm not really polite. I try to be, but I'm known to call people out when they're talking out of their ass to the point that doing so is called pulling a soup (actually its called pulling a "*****" but if you don't know my real name you're not a real fan). Nevertheless, your response to my post has nothing to do with my response and everything to do with you getting defensive about the little you actually know on the subject. You made a complete 180 on your stance about "Humans only see a fraction of a percent of what surrounds us." and actually presented a clinical term supporting what I was talking about. Your strategy of calling me dumb and then supporting what I'm saying doesn't seem to be working.


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how the hell can you compare the two. i understand by definition but not by the theory the dog gradually changed i will not deny that. dog fucks dog, fucks different dog ect. will gradually change and have the characteristics of the parent (i look like my mother father - my mothers fathers father ect.) How is that evolution? .. Also, when did the leap take place for dinosaurs to make a fucking u-turn and become an ENTIRELY! different species of animal? different DNA, instincts, intelligence, fucking wings! different absolutely everything! just because they look similar? I will not deny that the theory of evolution is cool as fuck! like science fiction movie but i just can't buy into it sorry.
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Lets back up for a second and find what we've established here:

It took prehistoric man about 10,000-100,000 years to evolve a wolf into a modern day dog. Nowadays A modern day dog breeder can breed a domesticated wolf in a few years of breeding. Same with any animal. If you watched the video I posted on dogs, they actually show a breeder taking a wild fox and breeding a domestic fox after several years (tens of generations). And by "domesticated" I mean taking an animal with no social skills and just a desire to fuck a human up, to a docile creature that just wants to cuddle. And what's interesting about the whole process is when the breeder was JUST focusing on personality/behavior, the physical attributes changed automatically. The fox went from its dark red fur to white, the snout shortened, the forehead elongated—They were the exact same physical differences Wolves made into Domesticated dogs, so there's a direct link to personality and physical attributes.

With dogs, we're talking about a very, very short span of time. With dinosaurs, namely the velociraptor evolving into a bird, and then that bird evolving to a huge variety of birds, we're talking about 300,000,000 years.

Now assuming you believe fossils are real and not some conspiracy to overthrow religion, there is fossilized evidence of this evolution. As in they've not only found fossil records of velociraptors, but smaller velociraptors developing wings and feathers, and finally birds

You can google this and find tons of stuff about it. Here's the first video i found.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ah_9qmAj5k8

Now understand there's a main difference between domesticating a dog and transforming a running dinosaur into a flying bird—The domesticated dog was man's doing. We selected what two dogs would breed with one another. With the raptor, the variety of reasons why two raptors would breed with one another is a longer list of variables. Overall, animals get smaller when the food they eat is in shorter, smaller supply. I know insects were around since before dinosaurs, and modern reptiles eat insects, so its fair to guess that some dinosaurs probably ate insects. Maybe all the big insects were eaten by larger dinosaurs, so the only ones left were smaller ones. Then the dinosaurs slowly became smaller because there wasn't any big insects to fatten up on. We see the same thing with redwood trees in california. You have giant ancient redwoods that were capable of growing so large because nothing else was eating all the nutrient-rich mulch. Then when european settlers came they brought earthworms, which eat the same things trees do, and now all the new redwoods don't grow as big.

Evolution is a biological reaction to an ever changing environment.
Here's another example of man-made evolution: Asians can't digest alcohol. Europeans can. That's because Europeans used to sanitize their drinking water through fermentation into alcohol. Actually it was the first step of boiling the water that sanitized it but they thought it was the whole process. During the midevil times they literally refused to drink anything but beer. Meanwhile asian cultures purified their drinking water by boiling it and making it into tea. Over time European bodies adapted to living on beer instead of water. Asians didn't.




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 03-28-2012, 03:40 AM

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Nevertheless, your response to my post has nothing to do with my response and everything to do with you getting defensive about the little you actually know on the subject. You made a complete 180 on your stance about "Humans only see a fraction of a percent of what surrounds us." and actually presented a clinical term supporting what I was talking about. Your strategy of calling me dumb and then supporting what I'm saying doesn't seem to be working.
My stance? And what was that stance? I believe I only asked a question, I don't recall taking a stance on that particular matter. But you read whatever you want, DAO...., I mean Soup.

I believe it was you who started calling people dumb, but whatever. Mate, I don't really care to argue with you on this or any other matter, to be honest. I did enough psych at uni to hold a psych minor, I'm confident in my knowledge on the matter and have no need to prove myself to you.

Feel free to get the last word in.
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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 03-28-2012, 04:01 AM

I used to talk to DAO. His two year old cussed me out once. Had a hard time with the K in "Fuck" and S in "Soup" but I got the gist of what he was trying to say.

Oh and I hate to break it to you but all my posts stay on topic. This one is the exception because theres neither you or anyone else has anything about evolution to respond to. Usually, however, responding to people resorting to insults is like the first half-paragraph of any post, then I always post 3 or 4 paragraphs responding to people who actually are interested in a discussion based on the topic. But every now and then you get someone like you who hasn't learned yet that it's impossible to beef with someone over the internet. Then eventually they do what you just did: Lay down and pretend to be the victim of some fake ebeef they started, generally ending in "Yeah go get the last word in." I'm not interested in playing this kids game with you. Either discuss evolution or don't.




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 04-07-2012, 11:18 PM

http://www.aquaticape.org/

This to me is really interesting, and I'm learning about it the same time I'm sure a lot of you are.

Now i hope I've explained evolution well enough for you to understand that evolution is really just the thing that happens when you rub one object against another. oceans banging against rocky coasts and evolving into sandy beaches. Diamonds forming from intense heat and pressure being applied to rocks. The savanna is inhabited by a number of fast predatory animals so it makes sense for apes to adapt to living in trees. Evolution is just a biological reaction to a change in environmental circumstances. Something happened years and years ago for homosapiens to evolve from apes. He have less hair, longer legs, straighter backs, walk upright, and so on. Millions of years ago we were that rocky coastline that turned into a sandy beach. What evolutionary scientists are trying to determine is what elements carved us into our current form.

ONE theory that I would love to believe is true, is this theory: http://www.aquaticape.org/
The AQUATIC ape theory that suggests at some point in human history we decided to go swimming. At some point in human history we were trapped on an island or some place somewhere that we really needed to swim, which explains why we lost our hair, why our backs straightened out, why human babies have an innate sense to swim. I'm not saying any of it is true but considering that I spent a huge amount of my time swimming and free diving I'd like to imagine that I'm following in the footsteps of some ancient ancestor. The theory goes as far as to suggest that dolphins and homosapiens both evolved from this aquatic ape, which too is an interesting idea.

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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 04-09-2012, 07:38 PM

i don't even know how to respond to someone who doesn't believe in evolution...

the fact that it is debatable on here makes graffiti writers look dumb as fuck...
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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-02-2012, 09:38 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTfty...1&feature=plcp

Watch it. Waaatch it.




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-04-2012, 07:00 PM

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_th...law_and_theory....
LAWS-are no higher than theory and no theory can ever become a law... this whole thread is based on why are we teaching a theory if its not a law..




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-04-2012, 07:05 PM

oh and your stupid if you think some intelligent being created humans or earth .. the only thing that perhaps could MAYBE be of some sort of deliberate design would be the universe, simply because something came from nothing.. but even that is way more far fetched than the idea of humans just not having discovered what the origins of the universe are....

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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-04-2012, 10:01 PM

I gotta say I appreciate the religious folk who question evolution a lot more than the educated folk who call the religious folk "idiots" for asking questions.




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-05-2012, 04:22 PM

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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-05-2012, 09:31 PM

I would understand if you wrote that in one of the economic discussions, but evolution? Really?




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-05-2012, 11:55 PM

so if i say a snake told me to eat an apple.. and my friend believed me.. he is not an idiot right? or what about i saw a guy walking on water and you believe me.. your not an idiot... let me be clear here..



ANYONE who thinks there is some god listening to your thoughts is a fucking idiot...until they let go of these ridiculous notions of "god" then I will continue to say they are idiots... if they want to ask questions about that little thing called science thats fine.. but never the less still idiots




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-06-2012, 02:36 AM

There's a lot of things that we do as people without thinking about why we do them. It takes a self aware person to realize it and ask questions. Calling someone stupid because they asked a dumb question doesnt make you smarter than them. It makes you just as ignorant as the other side who thinks you're stupid for believing evolution. The person asking the questions, no matter how dumb you think that question is, is always the smart one. It's also important to realize that you calling someone stupid for not believing the same things as you is an instinctive behavior found in other social animals like chimps. So before you think you're smarter by calling someone dumb, just remember monkeys do that to other monkeys too.

I bring this up because it's important to understanding what the feeling of faith is, why some people are born thinking there is a god, why some people think they can FEEL the presence of god without ever having seen it. It's because we've been trained to believe that god is real over tens of thousands of years to the point that even in a widely unreligious society like america, we still are all "spiritual" and follow a code of ethics and morals that originated somewhere before Mesopotamia five to thirty-five THOUSAND years ago.

Consider the following:

The Experiment- Part 1
5 monkeys are locked in a cage, a banana was hung from the ceiling and a ladder was placed right underneath it.
As predicted, immediately, one of the monkeys would race towards the ladder, to grab the banana. However, as soon as he would start to climb, the researcher would spray the monkey with ice-cold water.
but here's the kicker- In addition, he would also spray the other four monkeys…

When a second monkey tried to climb the ladder, the researcher would, again, spray the monkey with ice-cold water, As well as the other four watching monkeys;
This was repeated again and again until they learned their lesson
Climbing equals scary cold water for EVERYONE so No One Climbs the ladder.

The Experiment- Part 2
Once the 5 monkeys knew the drill, the researcher replaced one of the monkeys with a new inexperienced one. As predicted, the new monkey spots the banana, and goes for the ladder. BUT, the other four monkeys, knowing the drill, jumped on the new monkey and beat him up. The beat up new guy thus Learns- NO going for the ladder and No Banana Period- without even knowing why! and also without ever being sprayed with water!

These actions get repeated with 3 more times, with a new monkey each time and ASTONISHINGLY each new monkey- who had never received the cold-water Spray himself (and didn't even know anything about it), would Join the beating up of the New guy.

This is a classic example of Mob Mentality- bystanders and outsiders uninvolved with the fight- join in 'just because'.

When the researcher replaced a third monkey, the same thing happened; likewise for the fourth until, eventually, all the monkeys had been replaced and none of the original ones are left in the cage (that had been sprayed by water).

The Experiment- Part 3
Again, a new monkey was introduced into the cage. It ran toward the ladder only to get beaten up by the others. The monkey turns with a curious face asking "why do you beat me up when I try to get the banana?"
The other four monkeys stopped and looked at each other puzzled (None of them had been sprayed and so they really had no clue why the new guy can't get the banana) but it didn't matter, it was too late, the rules had been set. And So, although they didn't know WHY, they beat up the monkey just because " that's the way we do things around here"…


Below is a quotation from the experiment, in scientific Jargon: (sources cited below)

"Stephenson (1967) trained adult male and female rhesus monkeys to avoid manipulating an object and then placed individual nave animals in a cage with a trained individual of the same age and sex and the object in question. In one case, a trained male actually pulled his nave partner away from the previously punished manipulandum during their period of interaction, whereas the other two trained males exhibited what were described as "threat facial expressions while in a fear posture" when a nave animal approached the manipulandum. When placed alone in the cage with the novel object, nave males that had been paired with trained males showed greatly reduced manipulation of the training object in comparison with controls. Unfortunately, training and testing were not carried out using a discrimination procedure so the nature of the transmitted information cannot be determined, but the data are of considerable interest."

Sources:
Stephenson, G. R. (1967). Cultural acquisition of a specific learned response among rhesus monkeys. In: Starek, D., Schneider, R., and Kuhn, H. J. (eds.), Progress in Primatology, Stuttgart: Fischer, pp. 279-288.

Mentioned in: Galef, B. G., Jr. (1976). Social Transmission of Acquired Behavior: A Discussion of Tradition and Social Learning in Vertebrates. In: Rosenblatt, J.S., Hinde, R.A., Shaw, E. and Beer, C. (eds.), Advances in the study of behavior, Vol. 6, New York: Academic Press, pp. 87-88:

Read more: http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Did_the_mo...#ixzz1u3LKDxL0




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-06-2012, 06:33 AM

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams. Prior to that time he had made up for the prosiness of life by nightly excursions to strange and ancient cities beyond space, and lovely, unbelievable garden lands across ethereal seas; but as middle age hardened upon him he felt those liberties slipping away little by little, until at last he was cut off altogether. No more could his galleys sail up the river Oukranos past the gilded spires of Thran, or his elephant caravans tramp through perfumed jungles in Kled, where forgotten palaces with veined ivory columns sleep lovely and unbroken under the moon.

He had read much of things as they are, and talked with too many people. Well-meaning philosophers had taught him to look into the logical relations of things, and analyse the processes which shaped his thoughts and fancies. Wonder had gone away, and he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other. Custom had dinned into his ears a superstitious reverence for that which tangibly and physically exists, and had made him secretly ashamed to dwell in visions. Wise men told him his simple fancies were inane and childish, and even more absurd because their actors persist in fancying them full of meaning and purpose as the blind cosmos grinds aimlessly on from nothing to something and from something back to nothing again, neither heeding nor knowing the wishes or existence of the minds that flicker for a second now and then in the darkness.

They had chained him down to things that are, and had then explained the workings of those things till mystery had gone out of the world. When he complained, and longed to escape into twilight realms where magic moulded all the little vivid fragments and prized associations of his mind into vistas of breathless expectancy and unquenchable delight, they turned him instead toward the new-found prodigies of science, bidding him find wonder in the atom's vortex and mystery in the sky's dimensions. And when he had failed to find these boons in things whose laws are known and measurable, they told him he lacked imagination, and was immature because he preferred dream-illusions to the illusions of our physical creation.

So Carter had tried to do as others did, and pretended that the common events and emotions of earthy minds were more important than the fantasies of rare and delicate souls. He did not dissent when they told him that the animal pain of a stuck pig or dyspeptic ploughman in real life is a greater thing than the peerless beauty of Narath with its hundred carven gates and domes of chalcedony, which he dimly remembered from his dreams; and under their guidance he cultivated a painstaking sense of pity and tragedy.

Once in a while, though, he could not help seeing how shallow, fickle, and meaningless all human aspirations are, and how emptily our real impulses contrast with those pompous ideals we profess to hold. Then he would have recourse to the polite laughter they had taught him to use against the extravagance and artificiality of dreams; for he saw that the daily life of our world is every inch as extravagant and artificial, and far less worthy of respect because of its poverty in beauty and its silly reluctance to admit its own lack of reason and purpose. In this way he became a kind of humorist, for he did not see that even humour is empty in a mindless universe devoid of any true standard of consistency or inconsistency.

In the first days of his bondage he had turned to the gentle churchly faith endeared to him by the naive trust of his fathers, for thence stretched mystic avenues which seemed to promise escape from life. Only on closer view did he mark the starved fancy and beauty, the stale and prosy triteness, and the owlish gravity and grotesque claims of solid truth which reigned boresomely and overwhelmingly among most of its professors; or feel to the full the awkwardness with which it sought to keep alive as literal fact the outgrown fears and guesses of a primal race confronting the unknown. It wearied Carter to see how solemnly people tried to make earthly reality out of old myths which every step of their boasted science confuted, and this misplaced seriousness killed the attachment he might have kept for the ancient creeds had they been content to offer the sonorous rites and emotional outlets in their true guise of ethereal fantasy.

But when he came to study those who had thrown off the old myths, he found them even more ugly than those who had not. They did not know that beauty lies in harmony, and that loveliness of life has no standard amidst an aimless cosmos save only its harmony with the dreams and the feelings which have gone before and blindly moulded our little spheres out of the rest of chaos. They did not see that good and evil and beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of perspective, whose sole value lies in their linkage to what chance made our fathers think and feel, and whose finer details are different for every race and culture. Instead, they either denied these things altogether or transferred them to the crude, vague instincts which they shared with the beasts and peasants; so that their lives were dragged malodorously out in pain, ugliness, and disproportion, yet filled with a ludicrous pride at having escaped from something no more unsound than that which still held them. They had traded the false gods of fear and blind piety for those of license and anarchy.

Carter did not taste deeply of these modern freedoms; for their cheapness and squalor sickened a spirit loving beauty alone while his reason rebelled at the flimsy logic with which their champions tried to gild brute impulse with a sacredness stripped from the idols they had discarded. He saw that most of them, in common with their cast-off priestcraft, could not escape from the delusion that life has a meaning apart from that which men dream into it; and could not lay aside the crude notion of ethics and obligations beyond those of beauty, even when all Nature shrieked of its unconsciousness and impersonal unmorality in the light of their scientific discoveries. Warped and bigoted with preconceived illusions of justice, freedom, and consistency, they cast off the old lore and the old way with the old beliefs; nor ever stopped to think that that lore and those ways were the sole makers of their present thoughts and judgments, and the sole guides and standards in a meaningless universe without fixed aims or stable points of reference. Having lost these artificial settings, their lives grew void of direction and dramatic interest; till at length they strove to drown their ennui in bustle and pretended usefulness, noise and excitement, barbaric display and animal sensation. When these things palled, disappointed, or grew nauseous through revulsion, they cultivated irony and bitterness, and found fault with the social order. Never could they realize that their brute foundations were as shifting and contradictory as the gods of their elders, and that the satisfaction of one moment is the bane of the next. Calm, lasting beauty comes only in a dream, and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence.

Amidst this chaos of hollowness and unrest Carter tried to live as befitted a man of keen thought and good heritage. With his dreams fading under the ridicule of the age he could not believe in anything, but the love of harmony kept him close to the ways of his race and station. He walked impassive through the cities of men, and sighed because no vista seemed fully real; because every flash of yellow sunlight on tall roofs and every glimpse of balustraded plazas in the first lamps of evening served only to remind him of dreams he had once known, and to make him homesick for ethereal lands he no longer knew how to find. Travel was only a mockery; and even the Great War stirred him but little, though he served from the first in the Foreign Legion of France. For a while he sought friends, but soon grew weary of the crudeness of their emotions, and the sameness and earthiness of their visions. He felt vaguely glad that all his relatives were distant and out of touch with him, for they would not have understood his mental life. That is, none but his grandfather and great-uncle Christopher could, and they were long dead.

Then he began once more the writing of books, which he had left off when dreams first failed him. But here, too, was there no satisfaction or fulfillment; for the touch of earth was upon his mind, and he could not think of lovely things as he had done of yore. Ironic humor dragged down all the twilight minarets he reared, and the earthy fear of improbability blasted all the delicate and amazing flowers in his faery gardens. The convention of assumed pity spilt mawkishness on his characters, while the myth of an important reality and significant human events and emotions debased all his high fantasy into thin-veiled allegory and cheap social satire. His new novels were successful as his old ones had never been; and because he knew how empty they must be to please an empty herd, he burned them and ceased his writing. They were very graceful novels, in which he urbanely laughed at the dreams he lightly sketched; but he saw that their sophistication had sapped all their life away.

It was after this that he cultivated deliberate illusion, and dabbled in the notions of the bizarre and the eccentric as an antidote for the commonplace. Most of these, however, soon showed their poverty and barrenness; and he saw that the popular doctrines of occultism are as dry and inflexible as those of science, yet without even the slender palliative of truth to redeem them. Gross stupidity, falsehood, and muddled thinking are not dream; and form no escape from life to a mind trained above their own level. So Carter bought stranger books and sought out deeper and more terrible men of fantastic erudition; delving into arcana of consciousness that few have trod, and learning things about the secret pits of life, legend, and immemorial antiquity which disturbed him ever afterward. He decided to live on a rarer plane, and furnished his Boston home to suit his changing moods; one room for each, hung in appropriate colours, furnished with befitting books and objects, and provided with sources of the proper sensations of light, heat, sound, taste, and odour.

Once he heard of a man in the south, who was shunned and feared for the blasphemous things he read in prehistoric books and clay tablets smuggled from India and Arabia. Him he visited, living with him and sharing his studies for seven years, till horror overtook them one midnight in an unknown and archaic graveyard, and only one emerged where two had entered. Then he went back to Arkham, the terrible witch-haunted old town of his forefathers in New England, and had experiences in the dark, amidst the hoary willows and tottering gambrel roofs, which made him seal forever certain pages in the diary of a wild-minded ancestor. But these horrors took him only to the edge of reality, and were not of the true dream country he had known in youth; so that at fifty he despaired of any rest or contentment in a world grown too busy for beauty and too shrewd for dreams.

Having perceived at last the hollowness and futility of real things, Carter spent his days in retirement, and in wistful disjointed memories of his dream-filled youth. He thought it rather silly that he bothered to keep on living at all, and got from a South American acquaintance a very curious liquid to take him to oblivion without suffering. Inertia and force of habit, however, caused him to defer action; and he lingered indecisively among thoughts of old times, taking down the strange hangings from his walls and refitting the house as it was in his early boyhood - purple panes, Victorian furniture, and all.

With the passage of time he became almost glad he had lingered, for his relics of youth and his cleavage from the world made life and sophistication seem very distant and unreal; so much so that a touch of magic and expectancy stole back into his nightly slumbers. For years those slumbers had known only such twisted reflections of every-day things as the commonest slumbers know, but now there returned a flicker of something stranger and wilder; something of vaguely awesome imminence which took the form of tensely clear pictures from his childhood days, and made him think of little inconsequential things he had long forgotten. He would often awake calling for his mother and grandfather, both in their graves a quarter of a century.

Then one night his grandfather reminded him of the key. The grey old scholar, as vivid as in life, spoke long and earnestly of their ancient line, and of the strange visions of the delicate and sensitive men who composed it. He spoke of the flame-eyed Crusader who learnt wild secrets of the Saracens that held him captive; and of the first Sir Randolph Carter who studied magic when Elizabeth was queen. He spoke, too, of that Edmund Carter who had just escaped hanging in the Salem witchcraft, and who had placed in an antique box a great silver key handed down from his ancestors. Before Carter awaked, the gentle visitant had told him where to find that box; that carved oak box of archaic wonder whose grotesque lid no hand had raised for two centuries.

In the dust and shadows of the great attic he found it, remote and forgotten at the back of a drawer in a tall chest. It was about a foot square, and its Gothic carvings were so fearful that he did not marvel no person since Edmund Carter had dared to open it. It gave forth no noise when shaken, but was mystic with the scent of unremembered spices. That it held a key was indeed only a dim legend, and Randolph Carter's father had never known such a box existed. It was bound in rusty iron, and no means was provided for working the formidable lock. Carter vaguely understood that he would find within it some key to the lost gate of dreams, but of where and how to use it his grandfather had told him nothing.

An old servant forced the carven lid, shaking as he did so at the hideous faces leering from the blackened wood, and at some unplaced familiarity. Inside, wrapped in a discoloured parchment, was a huge key of tarnished silver covered with cryptical arabesques; but of any legible explanation there was none. The parchment was voluminous, and held only the strange hieroglyphs of an unknown tongue written with an antique reed. Carter recognized the characters as those he had seen on a certain papyrus scroll belonging to that terrible scholar of the South who had vanished one midmght in a nameless cemetery. The man had always shivered when he read this scroll, and Carter shivered now.

But he cleaned the key, and kept it by him nightly in its aromatic box of ancient oak. His dreams were meanwhile increasing in vividness, and though showing him none of the strange cities and incredible gardens of the old days, were assuming a definite cast whose purpose could not be mistaken. They were calling him back along the years, and with the mingled wills of all his fathers were pulling him toward some hidden and ancestral source. Then he knew he must go into the past and merge himself with old things, and day after day he thought of the hills to the north where haunted Arkham and the rushing Miskatonic and the lonely rustic homestead of his people lay.

In the brooding fire of autumn Carter took the old remembered way past graceful lines of rolling hill and stone-walled meadow, distant vale and hanging woodland, curving road and nestling farmstead, and the crystal windings of the Miskatonic, crossed here and there by rustic bridges of wood or stone. At one bend he saw the group of giant elms among which an ancestor had oddly vanished a century and a half before, and shuddered as the wind blew meaningly through them. Then there was the crumbling farmhouse of old Goody Fowler the witch, with its little evil windows and great roof sloping nearly to the ground on the north side. He speeded up his car as he passed it, and did not slacken till he had mounted the hill where his mother and her fathers before her were born, and where the old white house still looked proudly across the road at the breathlessly lovely panorama of rocky slope and verdant valley, with the distant spires of Kingsport on the horizon, and hints of the archaic, dream-laden sea in the farthest background.

Then came the steeper slope that held the old Carter place he had not seen in over forty years. Afternoon was far gone when he reached the foot, and at the bend half way up he paused to scan the outspread countryside golden and glorified in the slanting floods of magic poured out by a western sun. All the strangeness and expectancy of his recent dreams seemed present in this hushed and unearthly landscape, and he thought of the unknown solitudes of other planets as his eyes traced out the velvet and deserted lawns shining undulant between their tumbled walls, and clumps of faery forest setting off far lines of purple hills beyond hills, and the spectral wooded valley dipping down in shadow to dank hollows where trickling waters crooned and gurgled among swollen and distorted roots.

Something made him feel that motors did not belong in the realm he was seeking, so he left his car at the edge of the forest, and putting the great key in his coat pocket walked on up the hill. Woods now engulfed him utterly, though he knew the house was on a high knoll that cleared the trees except to the north. He wondered how it would look, for it had been left vacant and untended through his neglect since the death of his strange great-uncle Christopher thirty years before. In his boyhood he had revelled through long visits there, and had found weird marvels in the woods beyond the orchard.

Shadows thickened around him, for the night was near. Once a gap in the trees opened up to the right, so that he saw off across leagues of twilight meadow and spied the old Congregational steeple on Central Hill in Kingsport; pink with the last flush of day, the panes of the little round windows blazing with reflected fire. Then, when he was in deep shadow again, he recalled with a start that the glimpse must have come from childish memory alone, since the old white church had long been torn down to make room for the Congregational Hospital. He had read of it with interest, for the paper had told about some strange burrows or passages found in the rocky hill beneath.

Through his puzzlement a voice piped, and he started again at its familiarity after long years. Old Benijah Corey had been his Uncle Christopher's hired man, and was aged even in those far-off times of his boyhood visits. Now he must be well over a hundred, but that piping voice could come from no one else. He could distinguish no words, yet the tone was haunting and unmistakable. To think that "Old Benijy" should still be alive!

"Mister Randy! Mister Randy! Wharbe ye? D'ye want to skeer yer Aunt Marthy plumb to death? Hain't she tuld ye to keep nigh the place in the arternoon an' git back afur dark? Randy! Ran... dee!... He's the beatin'est boy fer runnin' off in the woods I ever see; haff the time a-settin' moonin' raound that snake-den in the upper timberlot! ... Hey yew, Ran ... dee!"

Randolph Carter stopped in the pitch darkness and rubbed his hand across his eyes. Something was queer. He had been somewhere he ought not to be; had strayed very far away to places where he had not belonged, and was now inexcusably late. He had not noticed the time on the Kingsport steeple, though he could easily have made it out with his pocket telescope; but he knew his lateness was something very strange and unprecedented. He was not sure he had his little telescope with him, and put his hand in his blouse pocket to see. No, it was not there, but there was the big silver key he had found in a box somewhere. Uncle Chris had told him something odd once about an old unopened box with a key in it, but Aunt Martha had stopped the story abruptly, saying it was no kind of thing to tell a child whose head was already too full of queer fancies. He tried to recall just where he had found the key, but something seemed very confused. He guessed it was in the attic at home in Boston, and dimly remembered bribing Parks with half his week's allowance to help him open the box and keep quiet about it; but when he remembered this, the face of Parks came up very strangely, as if the wrinkles of long years had fallen upon the brisk little Cockney.

"Ran ... dee! Ran ... dee! Hi! Hi! Randy!"

A swaying lantern came around the black bend, and old Benijah pounced on the silent and bewildered form of the pilgrim.

"Durn ye, boy, so thar ye be! Ain't ye got a tongue in yer head, that ye can't answer a body! I ben callin' this haff hour, an' ye must a heerd me long ago! Dun't ye know yer Aunt Marthy's all a-fidget over yer bein' off arter dark? Wait till I tell yer Uncle Chris when he gits hum! Ye'd orta know these here woods ain't no fitten place to be traipsin' this hour! They's things abroad what dun't do nobody no good, as my gran'-sir knowed afur me. Come, Mister Randy, or Hannah wunt keep supper no longer!"

So Randolph Carter was marched up the road where wondering stars glimmered through high autumn boughs. And dogs barked as the yellow light of small-paned windows shone out at the farther turn, and the Pleiades twinkled across the open knoll where a great gambrel roof stood black against the dim west. Aunt Martha was in the doorway, and did not scold too hard when Benijah shoved the truant in. She knew Uncle Chris well enough to expect such things of the Carter blood. Randolph did not show his key, but ate his supper in silence and protested only when bedtime came. He sometimes dreamed better when awake, and he wanted to use that key.

In the morning Randolph was up early, and would have run off to the upper timberlot if Uncle Chris had not caught him and forced him into his chair by the breakfast table. He looked impatiently around the low-pitched room with the rag carpet and exposed beams and corner-posts, and smiled only when the orchard boughs scratched at the leaded panes of the rear window. The trees and the hills were close to him, and formed the gates of that timeless realm which was his true country.

Then, when he was free, he felt in his blouse pocket for the key; and being reassured, skipped off across the orchard to the rise beyond, where the wooded hill climbed again to heights above even the treeless knoll. The floor of the forest was mossy and mysterious, and great lichened rocks rose vaguely here and there in the dim light like Druid monoliths among the swollen and twisted trunks of a sacred grove. Once in his ascent Randolph crossed a rushing stream whose falls a little way off sang runic incantations to the lurking fauns and aegipans and dryads.

Then he came to the strange cave in the forest slope, the dreaded "snake-den" which country folk shunned, and away from which Benijah had warned him again and again. It was deep; far deeper than anyone but Randolph suspected, for the boy had found a fissure in the farthermost black corner that led to a loftier grotto beyond - a haunting sepulchral place whose granite walls held a curious illusion of conscious artifice. On this occasion he crawled in as usual, lighting his way with matches filched from the sitting-room matchsafe, and edging through the final crevice with an eagerness hard to explain even to himself. He could not tell why he approached the farther wall so confidently, or why he instinctively drew forth the great silver key as he did so. But on he went, and when he danced back to the house that night he offered no excuses for his lateness, nor heeded in the least the reproofs he gained for ignoring the noon-tide dinner-horn altogether.

Now it is agreed by all the distant relatives of Randolph Carter that something occurred to heighten his imagination in his tenth year. His cousin, Ernest B. Aspinwall, Esq., of Chicago, is fully ten years his senior; and distinctly recalls a change in the boy after the autumn of 1883. Randolph had looked on scenes of fantasy that few others can ever have beheld, and stranger still were some of the qualities which he showed in relation to very mundane things. He seemed, in fine, to have picked up an odd gift of prophecy; and reacted unusually to things which, though at the time without meaning, were later found to justify the singular impressions. In subsequent decades as new inventions, new names, and new events appeared one by one in the book of history, people would now and then recall wonderingly how Carter had years before let fall some careless word of undoubted connection with what was then far in the future. He did not himself understand these words, or know why certain things made him feel certain emotions; but fancied that some unremembered dream must be responsible. It was as early as 1897 that he turned pale when some traveller mentioned the French town of Belloy-en-Santerre, and friends remembered it when he was almost mortally wounded there in 1916, while serving with the Foreign Legion in the Great War.

Carter's relatives talk much of these things because he has lately disappeared. His little old servant Parks, who for years bore patiently with his vagaries, last saw him on the morning he drove off alone in his car with a key he had recently found. Parks had helped him get the key from the old box containing it, and had felt strangely affected by the grotesque carvings on the box, and by some other odd quality he could not name. When Carter left, he had said he was going to visit his old ancestral country around Arkham.

Half way up Elm Mountain, on the way to the ruins of the old Carter place, they found his motor set carefully by the roadside; and in it was a box of fragrant wood with carvings that frightened the countrymen who stumbled on it. The box held only a queer parchment whose characters no linguist or palaeographer has been able to decipher or identify. Rain had long effaced any possible footprints, though Boston investigators had something to say about evidences of disturbances among the fallen timbers of the Carter place. It was, they averred, as though someone had groped about the ruins at no distant period. A common white handkerchief found among forest rocks on the hillside beyond cannot be identified as belonging to the missing man.

There is talk of apportioning Randolph Carter's estate among his heirs, but I shall stand firmly against this course because I do not believe he is dead. There are twists of time and space, of vision and reality, which only a dreamer can divine; and from what I know of Carter I think he has merely found a way to traverse these mazes. Whether or not he will ever come back, I cannot say. He wanted the lands of dream he had lost, and yearned for the days of his childhood. Then he found a key, and I somehow believe he was able to use it to strange advantage.

I shall ask him when I see him, for I expect to meet him shortly in a certain dream-city we both used to haunt. It is rumoured in Ulthar, beyond the River Skai, that a new king reigns on the opal throne of Ilek-Vad, that fabulous town of turrets atop the hollow cliffs of glass overlooking the twilight sea wherein the bearded and finny Gnorri build their singular labyrinths, and I believe I know how to interpret this rumour. Certainly, I look forward impatiently to the sight of that great silver key, for in its cryptical arabesques there may stand symbolised all the aims and mysteries of a blindly impersonal cosmos.




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-06-2012, 09:02 PM

there is no such thing as a stupid question.. only stupid answers. If someone chooses not to believe in evolution that doesn't make them stupid either




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-06-2012, 11:09 PM

Yeah but do you understand evolution?




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-07-2012, 02:56 AM

is there not a sufficient amount evidence that disproves evolution?




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-07-2012, 04:28 AM

if there were evidence disproving evolution it would not have held up to the scientific method and have the standing it does.

as it does have the evidence it is only disputed by people who try to balance their faith and science and create a bastard 'science' ripe for propaganda and delusions.




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-07-2012, 05:13 AM

There are no stupid questions, only stupid people.
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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-07-2012, 05:32 AM

@fist True, but i am not trying to push faith or religious beliefs of any kind nor am i involved with any religious groups

Evolution is just to big to fail. People have dedicated there lives to it and others were raised and taught their whole lives to believe it(i know the same can be said about religion). It is a huge money game also. Museums.. Colleges furthering and furthering evolutionary teachings. It is cult like in so many ways. Anything offering an explanation to why and how life came to be has got to be a cult no matter how many followers it has and continues to gain everyday. look very deep and beyond into the bigger picture! the matrix is real and you are living in it get out while you still can. I know it is to late for soup he has gone to deep lol .. Seriously though Evolution is a sham and so is religion but i give more credit to religion for lasting and actually having a purpose of instilling values .. [not all religion] .. and helping structuring society and keeping motherfuckers from breaking in through my windows at night




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-07-2012, 07:11 AM

This is what drives me nuts about people who disagree with science. Science is not a solid body of knowledge that doesnt change. Science is the method which we determine what is true or not. Religion is a book of answers. Science is a book of formulas. If you ever took a science class in your life youd understand the differences between science and religion. Youd also understand that science is out to prove the existence of god... Or the absence, but not just believe it.

And nobody believes in evolution. The evidence is all right there to dispute. The people who dispute evolution also think the world is 5000 years old and dinosaur bones were made by the devil to test peoples faith. Its not like anyones has seriously disproven evolution. Its just a bunch of people saying what youve said, that it doesnt make sense to them so its bullshit.




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-07-2012, 07:40 AM

It has seems that we are no longer discussing a disagreement with evolution.. We are now discussing a disagreement with "science" .. Science is a monolithically broad statement




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Default Re: Darwin's Theory: Natural Selection, "EVOLUTION" - 05-07-2012, 03:55 PM

no, we are discussing a disagreement between stupid people and rational people.




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