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Jonathan Baron
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Fact is I screwed up. Should have taken the gift, said thank you in the extreme, and if he saw me around not wearing it I could have said I only use it for special occasions. I already have a separate set of clothes for town that have nothing warrior or magician about them. I have the unattractive but effective suit I don't mind watching the wear numbers descend on.
And I should be shot for doing such a thing. Someone will love that suit, benefit from that suit, and should get that suit. This isn't walking up to some stranger to ask who's he fooling with his comb-over. Different brand of questionable honesty.
I never held with the saying of don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Give the horse to someone who'll get the most out of it.
Not saying I'm right. There is no right, or at least I can not discern it in those terms, in something like this. There's just choosing your dilemma.
I agree with your fundamental premise, Beer, that many feelings and beliefs have no business in the online world. I have, however, for many years objected to the notion of there being a real life and a virtual one. Each has its own conduct code, as do bars compared to churches, and weddings compared to funerals.
In UO we live. It's real because it every element of who we are, along with intimations of aspects of ourselves, deep and authentic, can manifest with greater impact when intense experiences that would cause mortal harm are presented to us nightly in a manner we'll survive. Conflict reveals character. Sometimes we're not happy with what it reveals <cough> but someone said the unexamined life is not worth living. This so-called virtual experience, unexpected and often unbidden, is both a fantasy life and an examined one.
I'm often puzzled, and I'm not referring to your comment, Beer (it simply hit a trigger ) when folks make an often vague reference to a real world. What reality populates it? Scientists discovering how life and the universe operates? Scholars in academic institutions striving, each in their own area of hard earned expertise, to contribute to the body of human knowledge? NEVER. How authentic, how genuine is the world they're seeing as real? There is common sense to be had there and necessary applications of working practicality. Yet it has relatives as ineluctable as in-laws. That family is always in the same room with he other. It's a world filled with spin, half truths, and the motto, "Perception is reality."
When I go up in my airplane the mountains, storms and laws of physics rule no matter whether I perceive them or not. No verbal cunning, no list of taking points, no connections with influential human beings has any influence whatsoever over such things. Up there, in the sky, now that is reality
What's real to each of us is what moves us. And, and I've said - perhaps too often - human beings cannot distinguish between emotions based on where they're felt.
That was some sh*t we got into there at Buccaneer's Den tonight, eh? Those unexpected dangerous beasts unknown to nature induced every particle of everything the body does when confronted by danger was firing alright. Well...I exaggerate. If confronted by one of those Soul Harvesters outside my door I would have felt more and, had I survived, would have needed a change of pants.
Have I beaten this point a bit too hard?
In an act of pure cowardice last night I logged in with my character on the Chessy shard. Didn't want to face seeing the guy who made me that suit in LA, and his many, many friends.
As I stood at the bank at Haven a goods exchange box popped up out of nowhere. Someone was offering me one of those rideable mini-dinos I love so much. Man, I hit that Accept button in less than a second, but before I could even see who my benefactor was, much less say thank you, he or she had Kal Ort Pored outta there.
Although I somehow managed to perform the rename/feed/stable beginning of the bonding ritual, my actual throat felt as if it were closing and real moisture filled my eyes.
Jonathan
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And I should be shot for doing such a thing. Someone will love that suit, benefit from that suit, and should get that suit. This isn't walking up to some stranger to ask who's he fooling with his comb-over. Different brand of questionable honesty.
I never held with the saying of don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Give the horse to someone who'll get the most out of it.
Not saying I'm right. There is no right, or at least I can not discern it in those terms, in something like this. There's just choosing your dilemma.
I agree with your fundamental premise, Beer, that many feelings and beliefs have no business in the online world. I have, however, for many years objected to the notion of there being a real life and a virtual one. Each has its own conduct code, as do bars compared to churches, and weddings compared to funerals.
In UO we live. It's real because it every element of who we are, along with intimations of aspects of ourselves, deep and authentic, can manifest with greater impact when intense experiences that would cause mortal harm are presented to us nightly in a manner we'll survive. Conflict reveals character. Sometimes we're not happy with what it reveals <cough> but someone said the unexamined life is not worth living. This so-called virtual experience, unexpected and often unbidden, is both a fantasy life and an examined one.
I'm often puzzled, and I'm not referring to your comment, Beer (it simply hit a trigger ) when folks make an often vague reference to a real world. What reality populates it? Scientists discovering how life and the universe operates? Scholars in academic institutions striving, each in their own area of hard earned expertise, to contribute to the body of human knowledge? NEVER. How authentic, how genuine is the world they're seeing as real? There is common sense to be had there and necessary applications of working practicality. Yet it has relatives as ineluctable as in-laws. That family is always in the same room with he other. It's a world filled with spin, half truths, and the motto, "Perception is reality."
When I go up in my airplane the mountains, storms and laws of physics rule no matter whether I perceive them or not. No verbal cunning, no list of taking points, no connections with influential human beings has any influence whatsoever over such things. Up there, in the sky, now that is reality
What's real to each of us is what moves us. And, and I've said - perhaps too often - human beings cannot distinguish between emotions based on where they're felt.
That was some sh*t we got into there at Buccaneer's Den tonight, eh? Those unexpected dangerous beasts unknown to nature induced every particle of everything the body does when confronted by danger was firing alright. Well...I exaggerate. If confronted by one of those Soul Harvesters outside my door I would have felt more and, had I survived, would have needed a change of pants.
Have I beaten this point a bit too hard?
In an act of pure cowardice last night I logged in with my character on the Chessy shard. Didn't want to face seeing the guy who made me that suit in LA, and his many, many friends.
As I stood at the bank at Haven a goods exchange box popped up out of nowhere. Someone was offering me one of those rideable mini-dinos I love so much. Man, I hit that Accept button in less than a second, but before I could even see who my benefactor was, much less say thank you, he or she had Kal Ort Pored outta there.
Although I somehow managed to perform the rename/feed/stable beginning of the bonding ritual, my actual throat felt as if it were closing and real moisture filled my eyes.
Jonathan
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