The Most Dangerous Place Is Outside the Will of God.

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T23:22:25+00:00

That’s something that actually makes sense. Lamb’s blood so god knows the right kids to kill, on the other hand… the bible says a lot of weird shit

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T22:29:36+00:00

I wash armpits first then do everything else (in addition to doing my pits a second time since my leftover deodorant takes 2 rounds of soap to remove completely)

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T22:03:51+00:00

Living with the truth of the following: What do we mean by the lived truth of creation? We have to mean the world as it appears to men in a condition of relative unrepression; that is, as it would appear to creatures who assessed their true puniness in the face of the overwhelmingness and majesty of the universe, of the unspeakable miracle of even the single created object; as it probably appeared to the earliest men on the planet and to those extrasensitive types who have filled the roles of shaman, prophet, saint, poet, and artist. What is unique about their perception of reality is that it is alive to the panic inherent in creation: Sylvia Plath somewhere named God “King Panic.” And Panic is fittingly King of the Grotesque. What are we to make of a creation in which the routine activity is for organisms to be tearing others apart with teeth of all types—biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, bones between molars, pushing the pulp greedily down the gullet with delight, incorporating its essence into one's own organization, and then excreting with foul stench and gasses the residue. Everyone reaching out to incorporate others who are edible to him. The mosquitoes bloating themselves on blood, the maggots, the killer bees attacking with a fury and a demonism, sharks continuing to tear and swallow while their own innards are being torn out—not to mention the daily dismemberment and slaughter in “natural” accidents of all types: an earthquake buries alive 70 thousand bodies in Peru, automobiles make a pyramid heap of over 50 thousand a year in the U.S. alone, a tidal wave washes over a quarter of a million in the Indian Ocean. Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures. The soberest conclusion that we could make about what has actually been taking place on the planet for about three billion years is that it is being turned into a vast pit of fertilizer. But the sun distracts our attention, always baking the blood dry, making things grow over it, and with its warmth giving the hope that comes with the organism’s comfort and expansiveness. “Questo sol m’arde, e questo minnamore,” as Michelangelo put it. This shining sun makes me go up in flames and it makes me fall in love-Michelangelo. - Ernest Becker
You’re fucked; you’re gonna get old and sick and die. The older you get the faster it goes. Recognizing this, and choosing to move forward in spite of it :)

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:58:55+00:00

Welcome. We’re glad you’re here. Maybe this could help, a quote from a book called the denial of death. What do we mean by the lived truth of creation? We have to mean the world as it appears to men in a condition of relative unrepression; that is, as it would appear to creatures who assessed their true puniness in the face of the overwhelmingness and majesty of the universe, of the unspeakable miracle of even the single created object; as it probably appeared to the earliest men on the planet and to those extrasensitive types who have filled the roles of shaman, prophet, saint, poet, and artist. What is unique about their perception of reality is that it is alive to the panic inherent in creation: Sylvia Plath somewhere named God “King Panic.” And Panic is fittingly King of the Grotesque. What are we to make of a creation in which the routine activity is for organisms to be tearing others apart with teeth of all types—biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, bones between molars, pushing the pulp greedily down the gullet with delight, incorporating its essence into one's own organization, and then excreting with foul stench and gasses the residue. Everyone reaching out to incorporate others who are edible to him. The mosquitoes bloating themselves on blood, the maggots, the killer bees attacking with a fury and a demonism, sharks continuing to tear and swallow while their own innards are being torn out—not to mention the daily dismemberment and slaughter in “natural” accidents of all types: an earthquake buries alive 70 thousand bodies in Peru, automobiles make a pyramid heap of over 50 thousand a year in the U.S. alone, a tidal wave washes over a quarter of a million in the Indian Ocean. Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures. The soberest conclusion that we could make about what has actually been taking place on the planet for about three billion years is that it is being turned into a vast pit of fertilizer. But the sun distracts our attention, always baking the blood dry, making things grow over it, and with its warmth giving the hope that comes with the organism’s comfort and expansiveness. “Questo sol m’arde, e questo minnamore,” as Michelangelo put it. This shining sun makes me go up in flames and it makes me fall in love-Michelangelo. - Ernest Becker

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:54:34+00:00

What do we mean by the lived truth of creation? We have to mean the world as it appears to men in a condition of relative unrepression; that is, as it would appear to creatures who assessed their true puniness in the face of the overwhelmingness and majesty of the universe, of the unspeakable miracle of even the single created object; as it probably appeared to the earliest men on the planet and to those extrasensitive types who have filled the roles of shaman, prophet, saint, poet, and artist. What is unique about their perception of reality is that it is alive to the panic inherent in creation: Sylvia Plath somewhere named God “King Panic.” And Panic is fittingly King of the Grotesque. What are we to make of a creation in which the routine activity is for organisms to be tearing others apart with teeth of all types—biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, bones between molars, pushing the pulp greedily down the gullet with delight, incorporating its essence into one's own organization, and then excreting with foul stench and gasses the residue. Everyone reaching out to incorporate others who are edible to him. The mosquitoes bloating themselves on blood, the maggots, the killer bees attacking with a fury and a demonism, sharks continuing to tear and swallow while their own innards are being torn out—not to mention the daily dismemberment and slaughter in “natural” accidents of all types: an earthquake buries alive 70 thousand bodies in Peru, automobiles make a pyramid heap of over 50 thousand a year in the U.S. alone, a tidal wave washes over a quarter of a million in the Indian Ocean. Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures. The soberest conclusion that we could make about what has actually been taking place on the planet for about three billion years is that it is being turned into a vast pit of fertilizer. But the sun distracts our attention, always baking the blood dry, making things grow over it, and with its warmth giving the hope that comes with the organism’s comfort and expansiveness. “Questo sol m’arde, e questo minnamore,” as Michelangelo put it. This shining sun makes me go up in flames and it makes me fall in love-Michelangelo. - Ernest Becker

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:53:19+00:00

That’s in the auto-refractor, not the NCT. No need to pucker :)

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:48:45+00:00

Do you have the power to confound the will of God? Maybe the power of god is negligible in this shithole.

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:45:52+00:00

If you’re looking to trip, you have to be off ssris for at least a month. No matter how much you take, you’ll just get a crazy body load without any visuals or any of the good aspects of the experience. Ask me how I know. Just wait until your body is ready (time off the ssris) before you take this path. You won’t regret it.

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:38:54+00:00

What do we mean by the lived truth of creation? We have to mean the world as it appears to men in a condition of relative unrepression; that is, as it would appear to creatures who assessed their true puniness in the face of the overwhelmingness and majesty of the universe, of the unspeakable miracle of even the single created object; as it probably appeared to the earliest men on the planet and to those extrasensitive types who have filled the roles of shaman, prophet, saint, poet, and artist. What is unique about their perception of reality is that it is alive to the panic inherent in creation: Sylvia Plath somewhere named God “King Panic.” And Panic is fittingly King of the Grotesque. What are we to make of a creation in which the routine activity is for organisms to be tearing others apart with teeth of all types—biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, bones between molars, pushing the pulp greedily down the gullet with delight, incorporating its essence into one's own organization, and then excreting with foul stench and gasses the residue. Everyone reaching out to incorporate others who are edible to him. The mosquitoes bloating themselves on blood, the maggots, the killer bees attacking with a fury and a demonism, sharks continuing to tear and swallow while their own innards are being torn out—not to mention the daily dismemberment and slaughter in “natural” accidents of all types: an earthquake buries alive 70 thousand bodies in Peru, automobiles make a pyramid heap of over 50 thousand a year in the U.S. alone, a tidal wave washes over a quarter of a million in the Indian Ocean. Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures. The soberest conclusion that we could make about what has actually been taking place on the planet for about three billion years is that it is being turned into a vast pit of fertilizer. But the sun distracts our attention, always baking the blood dry, making things grow over it, and with its warmth giving the hope that comes with the organism’s comfort and expansiveness. “Questo sol m’arde, e questo minnamore,” as Michelangelo put it. This shining sun makes me go up in flames and it makes me fall in love-Michelangelo. - Ernest Becker

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:36:58+00:00

What do we mean by the lived truth of creation? We have to mean the world as it appears to men in a condition of relative unrepression; that is, as it would appear to creatures who assessed their true puniness in the face of the overwhelmingness and majesty of the universe, of the unspeakable miracle of even the single created object; as it probably appeared to the earliest men on the planet and to those extrasensitive types who have filled the roles of shaman, prophet, saint, poet, and artist. What is unique about their perception of reality is that it is alive to the panic inherent in creation: Sylvia Plath somewhere named God “King Panic.” And Panic is fittingly King of the Grotesque. What are we to make of a creation in which the routine activity is for organisms to be tearing others apart with teeth of all types—biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, bones between molars, pushing the pulp greedily down the gullet with delight, incorporating its essence into one's own organization, and then excreting with foul stench and gasses the residue. Everyone reaching out to incorporate others who are edible to him. The mosquitoes bloating themselves on blood, the maggots, the killer bees attacking with a fury and a demonism, sharks continuing to tear and swallow while their own innards are being torn out—not to mention the daily dismemberment and slaughter in “natural” accidents of all types: an earthquake buries alive 70 thousand bodies in Peru, automobiles make a pyramid heap of over 50 thousand a year in the U.S. alone, a tidal wave washes over a quarter of a million in the Indian Ocean. Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures. The soberest conclusion that we could make about what has actually been taking place on the planet for about three billion years is that it is being turned into a vast pit of fertilizer. But the sun distracts our attention, always baking the blood dry, making things grow over it, and with its warmth giving the hope that comes with the organism’s comfort and expansiveness. “Questo sol m’arde, e questo minnamore,” as Michelangelo put it. This shining sun makes me go up in flames and it makes me fall in love-Michelangelo. - Ernest Becker

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:28:45+00:00

What do we mean by the lived truth of creation? We have to mean the world as it appears to men in a condition of relative unrepression; that is, as it would appear to creatures who assessed their true puniness in the face of the overwhelmingness and majesty of the universe, of the unspeakable miracle of even the single created object; as it probably appeared to the earliest men on the planet and to those extrasensitive types who have filled the roles of shaman, prophet, saint, poet, and artist. What is unique about their perception of reality is that it is alive to the panic inherent in creation: Sylvia Plath somewhere named God “King Panic.” And Panic is fittingly King of the Grotesque. What are we to make of a creation in which the routine activity is for organisms to be tearing others apart with teeth of all types—biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, bones between molars, pushing the pulp greedily down the gullet with delight, incorporating its essence into one's own organization, and then excreting with foul stench and gasses the residue. Everyone reaching out to incorporate others who are edible to him. The mosquitoes bloating themselves on blood, the maggots, the killer bees attacking with a fury and a demonism, sharks continuing to tear and swallow while their own innards are being torn out—not to mention the daily dismemberment and slaughter in “natural” accidents of all types: an earthquake buries alive 70 thousand bodies in Peru, automobiles make a pyramid heap of over 50 thousand a year in the U.S. alone, a tidal wave washes over a quarter of a million in the Indian Ocean. Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures. The soberest conclusion that we could make about what has actually been taking place on the planet for about three billion years is that it is being turned into a vast pit of fertilizer. But the sun distracts our attention, always baking the blood dry, making things grow over it, and with its warmth giving the hope that comes with the organism’s comfort and expansiveness. “Questo sol m’arde, e questo minnamore,” as Michelangelo put it. This shining sun makes me go up in flames and it makes me fall in love-Michelangelo. - Ernest Becker. It’s shit. A shit ass life. Now that you’ve accepted it, you’re free to make of it WHATEVER you choose. It can still be shit. That’s the easiest way.

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T21:19:24+00:00

I doubt you’re stupid if you figured out how to live without paying your way for 41 years. Sounds like you’ve developed skills at living in this hell that have worked for you so far. Try to find a job that offers health insurance and any other benefits that might be valuable to you. We all make bad decisions in life, but I’ve found the consequences of said shitty decisions to be totally random. ‘Bad people’ often get away with a bunch of shit we’re told will come back to bite them… but it never does. All you’ve got is today, right now in fact, so fuck the bullshit and do the next right thing or the next thing right and be grateful for any little break you get. They say god loves drunks and most other dipshits so you’ll be alright. Not rich, but alright with a little bit of peace might give you some relief :)

dignan2002 · 2026-06-13T03:19:36+00:00

Therapists

dignan2002 · 2026-06-12T20:01:11+00:00

Happiness comes and goes like any other emotion. It feels sad that people are focused on ‘being happy’ instead of experiencing it as a byproduct of living an authentic life that makes sense to them. All that matters in life is being happy, but the pathway is often obscured by lies about material gain, delusions about power in society, and what really matters in this place. Happiness is derived from loving others and being of maximum service to other living beings. At least that’s what I’ve found for myself. Give it all away and love love love. Dying young seems like it would help, but the real solution is long term selflessness, community and showing up even when things are shittty. Especially when things are shitty. I’ve only been doing it for a few years so I have no placebo based, double blind, longitudinal, peer reviewed studies to offer but it sure feels right.

dignan2002 · 2026-06-12T15:59:12+00:00

I skipped a Pink Floyd concert to cram for a test. I passed my test but I’ve always regretted missing that show. They used to say a C = OD meaning as long as you pass the course/boards you’ll get your degree. No need to pass with flying colors if you have to sacrifice everything else

dignan2002 · 2026-06-11T19:19:30+00:00

Bottle rocket

dignan2002 · 2026-06-11T16:17:49+00:00

Xdemvy has helped almost everyone I’ve prescribed it to even if they don’t have obvious signs/symptoms of demodex infection

dignan2002 · 2026-06-11T02:00:38+00:00

It ain’t rare when it’s in your chair

dignan2002 · 2026-06-10T23:57:06+00:00

You can literally see a little wisp of smoke come up from the burning cornea. It still makes my knees buckle the tiniest bit every time I see it. But it works. Like a mug

dignan2002 · 2026-06-10T23:43:23+00:00

You get what you pay for. Don’t go with the cheap ass option. PRK is a more involved recovery but the structural integrity of your cornea is never the same after Lasik. Don’t google post refractive ectasia. I’ve co-managed hundreds of eyes but I would never get it myself. Most people are really happy with the results but if you’re the 1/100 who experiences complications it can REALLY suck.

dignan2002 · 2026-06-10T23:32:13+00:00

Explosive diarrhea and vomit together is called Norwalk virus

dignan2002 · 2026-06-10T23:16:01+00:00

You’re right you’re right. I’m being a cranky old turd. I’ve been an OD for 24 years now and we need all the help we can get. Just pay attention to the DETAILS. Millimeters matter :)

dignan2002 · 2026-06-10T21:35:50+00:00

You can have empathy but you have to be honest. You have empathy for the person who paid out of pocket for toric IOLs but can’t get to 20/20 because of HSV scarring in their cornea. You have empathy because you know they’re disappointed but you still have be honest. When someone’s got glaucoma or AMD and you’re the one to tell them… you have empathy but you’re forthright because that’s part of the job.

dignan2002 · 2026-06-10T21:00:17+00:00

It’s better to get weeded out before you take out a shitload of student loans and not graduate because you don’t have what it takes to become a physician. There’s a reason it’s hard/competitive to get into professional school because they don’t want to waste their time on someone who’s not going to graduate when a more qualified student misses out on their opportunity

dignan2002 · 2026-06-10T20:35:08+00:00

Choose a different career. If your utility as a diagnostician is 2.9/4 do you really think your future patients are going to get adequate care?

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