
Originally Posted by
Jim Mahan
There's no narrative. [scoffing] There's no controlling. It's just more pandering to the lib science junkies.
A month or so ago, I was online at another forum (another what?!), and I saw a short video of Penn Gillette, of the comedy magic duo of Penn and Teller. He's alone on a dark set with just a stool behind him. He's wearing all black and in a somber tone, he tells how he has met Jesus and asked him to come into him and live in his heart. He goes on for a bit, with the whole born again witness story, point by point, as if he were in a Church of Christ on Sunday, the whole thing. And then, suddenly, he breaks character, turns and looks straight into the camera and says, "Nah. I'm just FCKING with you!" End of bit.
An illusion is persuasive evidence, carefully arranged or presented, of something that doesn't exist. Like a lady being sawn in half inside a special box onstage. It's a real lady and a real box, but the sawing is an illusion. You paid your money, you watched the lady get into the box and watched the guy in the tux saw the box in half. And then he moved the two halves of the box apart. The smiling lady's head and waving arms sticking out of one, and the kicking legs sticking out of the other, with nothing apparently but air between them. Also no gore, no dripping blood or severed abdominal organs.
A hallucination is when the perception of something that doesn't exist seems real to the observer, but is wholly present only in the mind of the observer, and unshared by others. Hallucinations can be a function of taking drugs or fasting, ritual or hypnosis. I was in the desert with no name when I woke up with a camel, and zombie ladies were getting up out of coffins, hundreds of them, marching toward me, and then the therapist snapped his fingers and I was alone on the couch with some incense burning, and no ladies in boxes at all.
A delusion is belief by an observer in things that may exist or not but have some special significance of meaning to the observer slash participant. A belief not in accord with unbiased objective reality, but held fervantly nonetheless, by reliance on suggestive argument or encouraged by not actually significant coincidence. It looks like that, but only if you squint real hard and hold these between your knees. The magician was JFK, and the lady in the box was the real Jackie but only looked like Marylin. And when I woke up, I had sand under my fingernails and the scent of burnt sage on my clothes, and I could still hear the echo of Walter Cronkite telling me that that's just the way it is.
The real powers that be, the illuminati, don't want you to know any of this.
Is this an open bar or are these buns only for guests?