posted on Oct, 7 2008 @ 05:41 AM
reply to post by jsobecky
Originally posted by jsobecky
"The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that," cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the
earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.
There you go again asking for proof. You can't even begin to follow a conversation. For you, a comment just exists on its own, with no relevance to
what was said before or after. A prime example of obtuseness.
Your main objective has been to refute what I said, rather than explain your position. You have yet to explain the only position that you have
somehow made clear, which is that you don't agree my position. "Why is that?" I have asked over and over again. The only answer I get is from
you is "I can't prove a negative. You prove it!" -- which is pure garbage.
And I don't apologize for voicing my contempt of this conversation. Nor do I take your "backing out" as if you care for the integrity of this
conversation or this thread.
Your Rumpelstiltskin quote is exactly
illustrative of yourself. And I will spell it out for you:
You approached this conversation as if you are right. As if there is a universal truth and that you are in possession of it. However, when it became
clear that you were not in possession of such a thing, you viewed your exposure as an attack on your credibility. You then retreated behind a wall of
deflection. From behind that wall you launched personal attacks at what you feared; simultaneously hiding yourself and leaving yourself exposed.
Since you were exposed to begin with, you didn't have the courage to say "I don't know" or "I don't have an explanation, it's just what I
feel." You just retreated like a coward behind tired old maxims that you do not understand. Maxims that highlighted your sad condition.
See -- you are the one who has torn himself or herself into two. And you sulk off to unconsciously lick your wounds through your delusions. "I'm
right, I'm right. I really, really am", you tell yourself.
Have a nice dream, jsobecky.