I will always be here.

[@tl@s]

Always.

[John (John K.)]

Always.

Hey even the devil kicked you out?

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=77826.0

[@tl@s]

Now, do you suppose unselfishness is unreal and nowhere extant? On the contrary, nothing is more ordinary! One may even call it an article of fashion in the civilized world, which is considered so indispensable that, if it costs too much in solid material, people at least adorn themselves with its tinsel counterfeit and feign it. Where does unselfishness begin? Right where an end ceases to be our end and our property [Eigentum], which we, as owners, can dispose of at pleasure; where it becomes a fixed end or a - fixed idea; where it begins to inspire, enthuse, fantasize us; in short, where it passes into our stubbornness and becomes our - master. One is not unselfish so long as he retains the end in his power; one becomes so only at that "Here I stand, I cannot do otherwise," the fundamental maxim of all the possessed; one becomes so in the case of a sacred end, through the corresponding sacred zeal.

I am not unselfish so long as the end remains my own, and I, instead of giving myself up to be the blind means of its fulfilment, leave it always an open question. My zeal need not on that account be slacker than the most fanatical, but at the same time I remain toward it frostily cold, unbelieving, and its most irreconcilable enemy; I remain its judge, because I am its owner.

Unselfishness grows rank as far as possessedness reaches, as much on possessions of the devil as on those of a good spirit; there vice, folly, and the like; here humility, devotion, and so forth.

Where could one look without meeting victims of self-renunciation? There sits a girl opposite me, who perhaps has been making bloody sacrifices to her soul for ten years already. Over the buxom form droops a deathly-tired head, and pale cheeks betray the slow bleeding away of her youth. Poor child, how often the passions may have beaten at your heart, and the rich powers of youth have demanded their right! When your head rolled in the soft pillow, how awakening nature quivered through your limbs, the blood swelled your veins, and fiery fancies poured the gleam of voluptuousness into your eyes! Then appeared the ghost of the soul and its eternal bliss. You were terrified, your hands folded themselves, your tormented eyes turned their look upward, you - prayed. The storms of nature were hushed, a calm glided over the ocean of your appetites. Slowly the weary eyelids sank over the life extinguished under them, the tension crept out unperceived from the rounded limbs, the boisterous waves dried up in the heart, the folded hands themselves rested a powerless weight on the unresisting bosom, one last faint "Oh dear!" moaned itself away, and - the soul was at rest. You fell asleep, to awake in the morning to a new combat and a new - prayer. Now the habit of renunciation cools the heat of your desire, and the roses of your youth are growing pale in the - chlorosis of your heavenliness. The soul is saved, the body may perish! O Lais, O Ninon, how well you did to scorn this pale virtue! One free grisette against a thousand virgins grown grey in virtue!

[QuickBitcoins]

Uh. What?

[John (John K.)]

Now, do you suppose unselfishness is unreal and nowhere extant? On the contrary, nothing is more ordinary! One may even call it an article of fashion in the civilized world, which is considered so indispensable that, if it costs too much in solid material, people at least adorn themselves with its tinsel counterfeit and feign it. Where does unselfishness begin? Right where an end ceases to be our end and our property [Eigentum], which we, as owners, can dispose of at pleasure; where it becomes a fixed end or a - fixed idea; where it begins to inspire, enthuse, fantasize us; in short, where it passes into our stubbornness and becomes our - master. One is not unselfish so long as he retains the end in his power; one becomes so only at that "Here I stand, I cannot do otherwise," the fundamental maxim of all the possessed; one becomes so in the case of a sacred end, through the corresponding sacred zeal.

I am not unselfish so long as the end remains my own, and I, instead of giving myself up to be the blind means of its fulfilment, leave it always an open question. My zeal need not on that account be slacker than the most fanatical, but at the same time I remain toward it frostily cold, unbelieving, and its most irreconcilable enemy; I remain its judge, because I am its owner.

Unselfishness grows rank as far as possessedness reaches, as much on possessions of the devil as on those of a good spirit; there vice, folly, and the like; here humility, devotion, and so forth.

Where could one look without meeting victims of self-renunciation? There sits a girl opposite me, who perhaps has been making bloody sacrifices to her soul for ten years already. Over the buxom form droops a deathly-tired head, and pale cheeks betray the slow bleeding away of her youth. Poor child, how often the passions may have beaten at your heart, and the rich powers of youth have demanded their right! When your head rolled in the soft pillow, how awakening nature quivered through your limbs, the blood swelled your veins, and fiery fancies poured the gleam of voluptuousness into your eyes! Then appeared the ghost of the soul and its eternal bliss. You were terrified, your hands folded themselves, your tormented eyes turned their look upward, you - prayed. The storms of nature were hushed, a calm glided over the ocean of your appetites. Slowly the weary eyelids sank over the life extinguished under them, the tension crept out unperceived from the rounded limbs, the boisterous waves dried up in the heart, the folded hands themselves rested a powerless weight on the unresisting bosom, one last faint "Oh dear!" moaned itself away, and - the soul was at rest. You fell asleep, to awake in the morning to a new combat and a new - prayer. Now the habit of renunciation cools the heat of your desire, and the roses of your youth are growing pale in the - chlorosis of your heavenliness. The soul is saved, the body may perish! O Lais, O Ninon, how well you did to scorn this pale virtue! One free grisette against a thousand virgins grown grey in virtue!

Quit plagarising and go back to your psychiatric ward; the nurse's waiting for you with your meds!

[@tl@s]

"Plagiarism" is my right.

[John (John K.)]

Uh. What?

Don't worry about him, he's our resident mentally-ill troll. He goes by a few pseudonyms, and he has recently closed his other longterm account here:  https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=77826.0

[phorensic]

Jesus man you need serious help.  You are worse than 4channers.

[mufa23]

Always.

[BadBear]

Jesus man you need serious help.  You are worse than 4channers.

Seriously, it's getting kind of creepy how dependent he is on these forums.

[faidsaid]

Always.

http://static4.fjcdn.com/thumbnails/comments/3119137+_bb79e89fce3687bf6d137731cb5de643.jpg

+1

[Matthew N. Wright]

Jesus man you need serious help.  You are worse than 4channers.

Seriously, it's getting kind of creepy how dependent he is on these forums.

When you're young you think that everything is important because you can't see forward, only backward. Atlas will eventually get to the point that he realizes his life is worthless, meaningless, and he is an annoyance to everyone. His lack of talents, skills and horribly conceited over-inflated self-important sense of worth will find him quickly forced into violent situations where he will eventually snap.

I'm going to make it official and call it now at 3:20PM on April 30th, 2012 KST: Atlas will be a serial killer and try to lead police to himself as quickly as possible so that they can "study and be amazed" at his intellect. He's write books about his thoughts and expect everyone to be distracted for decades studying his mind in amazing, awestruck by the complexities of his rare genius.

I've seen this movie before. Can we change the channel yet?

[the joint]

Hey @tl@s,

Not cool.

[John (John K.)]

He needs the shrinks. And probably the devil himself. Poor guy.

[c1b3rshad3]

Well I started to share my real opinion but hey, if ya can't say something nice...

[Phinnaeus Gage]

Jesus man you need serious help.  You are worse than 4channers.

Seriously, it's getting kind of creepy how dependent he is on these forums.

When you're young you think that everything is important because you can't see forward, only backward. Atlas will eventually get to the point that he realizes his life is worthless, meaningless, and he is an annoyance to everyone. His lack of talents, skills and horribly conceited over-inflated self-important sense of worth will find him quickly forced into violent situations where he will eventually snap.

I'm going to make it official and call it now at 3:20PM on April 30th, 2012 KST: Atlas will be a serial killer and try to lead police to himself as quickly as possible so that they can "study and be amazed" at his intellect. He's write books about his thoughts and expect everyone to be distracted for decades studying his mind in amazing, awestruck by the complexities of his rare genius.

I've seen this movie before. Can we change the channel yet?

The book's been written:

[kokjo]

sure Atlas/Jon whatever sucks.

but this is not Atlas, he is just a troll, who is pretending to be Atlas.
Atlas was never this obvious. 

[Phinnaeus Gage]

sure Atlas/Jon whatever sucks.

but this is not Atlas, he is just a troll, who is pretending to be Atlas.
Atlas was never this obvious. 

For sake of having something to do between important matters, can we keep on pretending the OP is Atlas?

~Cackling Bear~

[kokjo]

sure Atlas/Jon whatever sucks.

but this is not Atlas, he is just a troll, who is pretending to be Atlas.
Atlas was never this obvious. 

For sake of having something to do between important matters, can we keep on pretending the OP is Atlas?

~Cackling Bear~

Sure!

[jack-o-lantern]

Hey, what is this?

Speaking of the devil, I find satanism to be quite a sensible religion (compared to every other religion, at least). As this topic seems awfully off topic, let's talk about satanism instead. M'kay?