If resistance is futile

Sadre Spinegnawer · #1 01-02-2023, 03:24 PM

Muscles are an illusion. Breathing exercises are an illusion. Stretching is an illusion. Any skill, in fact, is an illusion.
Just trying to get some clarity here. If that statement is true, you have to recalculate a lot of physics.

magnetaress · #2 01-02-2023, 09:57 PM

I remember leaping through the Georgia woods like a Gazelle carrying boxes of MREs in combat boots and fatigues. I didn't "feel" anything butt pure joy and power flowing through everything. I didn't feel separate from the not trail. There was a log I ran down it like Legolas from lord of the rings. There was no effort involved.

Then many decades later the decay set in. I'm still kind of horrified. Not terrified. It's like. Hard to explain. It's not the fear of death. It's the fear of being stuck this way and doing it all over again. Millions upon millions of times.

unsunghero · #3 01-02-2023, 10:02 PM

If the point was winning then in some cases resistance would be futile, ya

If the point is hurting or otherwise inconveniencing the thing about to kill you because fuck them then resistance is not futile

I won’t go quietly into the night. Even if I can’t win, I’ll make my last action trying to get a death grip on their ankle before I die and hope they have to drag my body (or arm) around for a while

magnetaress · #4 01-03-2023, 12:12 AM

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If the point is hurting or otherwise inconveniencing the thing about to kill you because fuck them then resistance is not futile

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I won’t go quietly into the night. Even if I can’t win, I’ll make my last action trying to get a death grip on their ankle before I die and hope they have to drag my body (or arm) around for a while

aussenseiter · #5 01-03-2023, 12:12 AM

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I remember leaping through the Georgia woods like a Gazelle carrying boxes of MREs in combat boots and fatigues. I didn't "feel" anything butt pure joy and power flowing through everything. I didn't feel separate from the not trail. There was a log I ran down it like Legolas from lord of the rings. There was no effort involved.

Then many decades later the decay set in. I'm still kind of horrified. Not terrified. It's like. Hard to explain. It's not the fear of death. It's the fear of being stuck this way and doing it all over again. Millions upon millions of times.

Mortification