Stimpy wrote:
wrote:

Three hours ago already I asked you to prove your outrageous lie or,
by implication, to apologise. I am still waiting for a reply. I should
point out to you that you have been told several days ago that this
lie of yours is untrue. You willfully tell it again. That makes you a
character assassin.


Can you PLEASE keep this crap to ONE thread so those of us who don't give a
crap can ignore it?

Why do you insist on started endless new threads on the same subject - it's
starting to get very close to the behaviour of a troll


nothing close about it I think , it is a troll .

Transcendence is very different from escapism – a way, not of escaping
from life’s troubles, but of rising above them. It is often a mystical
dimension and is closely linked to many religions, cults and sects. It
is associated with maturity, though as Berlioz said ''Time is a great
teacher but unfortunately it kills all of its pupils'' (Almanach des
Lettres Francaises).
It has a philosophical base in the works of Nietzsche and others. It
can also be a way of socially dominating – Hitler, Genghis Khan. It is
convergent thinking, and is goal-oriented towards results and success.

But if you can’t transcend a situation, there are times where escape,
not escapism is necessary. The two poles may – primitively speaking –
be considered as fight or flight. While fight may require courage and
persistence, flight may require more ingenuity and creativity – how to
escape, where to seek refuge. If we took a group of prisoners in a
prisoner of war camp, we could postulate that escape would be to tunnel
under the walls, transcendence would be to try to kill the guards and
escapism would be to swallow one’s honour, lose sight of the purpose of
the war and make matchstick models. (Evans A, "This Virtual Life"
2003)

In message .com, Andy
Evans writes
Transcendence is very different from escapism 0 from life0 dimension and is closely linked to many religions, cults and sects. It
is associated with maturity, though as Berlioz said ''Time is a great
teacher but unfortunately it kills all of its pupils'' (Almanach des
Lettres Francaises).
It has a philosophical base in the works of Nietzsche and others. It
can also be a way of socially dominating 0 convergent thinking, and is goal-oriented towards results and success.

But if you can0 not escapism is necessary. The two poles may 0 be considered as fight or flight. While fight may require courage and
persistence, flight may require more ingenuity and creativity 0 escape, where to seek refuge. If we took a group of prisoners in a
prisoner of war camp, we could postulate that escape would be to tunnel
under the walls, transcendence would be to try to kill the guards and
escapism would be to swallow one0 the war and make matchstick models. (Evans A, "This Virtual Life"
2003)



A suitable candidate for 'Psueds Corner' methinks.
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Chris Morriss

On Mon, 28 Mar 2005 10:57:27 +0100, Chris Morriss
wrote:

In message .com, Andy
Evans writes
Transcendence is very different from escapism 0 from life0 dimension and is closely linked to many religions, cults and sects. It
is associated with maturity, though as Berlioz said ''Time is a great
teacher but unfortunately it kills all of its pupils'' (Almanach des
Lettres Francaises).
It has a philosophical base in the works of Nietzsche and others. It
can also be a way of socially dominating 0 convergent thinking, and is goal-oriented towards results and success.

But if you can0 not escapism is necessary. The two poles may 0 be considered as fight or flight. While fight may require courage and
persistence, flight may require more ingenuity and creativity 0 escape, where to seek refuge. If we took a group of prisoners in a
prisoner of war camp, we could postulate that escape would be to tunnel
under the walls, transcendence would be to try to kill the guards and
escapism would be to swallow one0 the war and make matchstick models. (Evans A, "This Virtual Life"
2003)



A suitable candidate for 'Psueds Corner' methinks.

Well of course - haven't you read his tube posts? :-)
--

Stewart Pinkerton | Music is Art - Audio is Engineering

Billy Liar----
A contemporary escapist hero is Billy Liar, an ambitious but lazy young
man caught in dull job routine and a dreary home life, who spends most
of his time daydreaming about a land where he is a hero. A number of
minor indiscretions causes Billy to lie in order to avoid the
penalties. As these events start catching up with him, he finds himself
telling bigger lies to cover his tracks. Finally, when his life is a
total mess, and nobody believes a word he says, an opportunity to just
run away and leave it all behind presents itself, such that Billy has a
difficult decision to make.
The prosaic middle class drabness of Billy’s surroundings is a now
familiar backdrop “Hillcrest was the kind of dwelling where all the
windows are leaded in a fussy criss cross, except one which is a
porthole”. Breakfast was equally ritualised “Ay Yorkshire breakfast
scene. Ay polished table, one leaf out, covahed diagonally by ay white
tablecloth, damask, with grrreen strip bordah. Sauce stain to the
right, blackberry stain to the centre. Kellogg’s corn flakes, Pyrex
dishes, plate of fried bread. Around the table, the following
personnel: fathah, mothah, grandmothah, one vacant place”. The
‘personnel’ have the familiar tone of materialistic nagging:
“Gran chipped in: ‘He wants to burn that raincoat, then he’ll have to
get dressed of a morning’. One of Gran’s peculiarities, and she had
many, was that she would never address anyone directly but always went
through an intermediary, if necessary some static object such as a
cupboard. Doing the usual decoding I gathered that she was addressing
my mother and that he who should burn the raincoat was the old man, and
he who would have to get dressed of a morning was me. The old man
interrupted:
‘And what bloody time did you get in last night? If you call it last
night. This bloody morning more like’.
I sliced the top off my boiled egg, which in a centre favouring
tapping the top with a spoon and peeling the bits off was always
calculated to annoy.”
Billy tries to escape from his environment at the very end, and in a
fit of exhilarating bravado nearly makes it – only to be dragged back
by a curious version of the acte gratuite in Les Caves du Vatican:
“I took out the ticket and looked at it... I could not think except in
confused snatches. I began to count ten; at the end of the count I
would oblige myself to answer one way or the other. One. Two. Three.
Four. The train now leaving platform three is the one thirty-five for
London, calling at.... five. Six. Seven. There was no need to count to
the end. I picked up the suitcase, feeling deflated and defeated. I
walked out of the waiting room and across the booking hall to the
ticket barrier. I did not wait for the train to leave. I transferred
the suitcase to my left hand and walked out of the station......... and
then I began the slow walk home.”
(Evans A, "This Virtual Life" 2003)